<?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-8093207591287724148</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:11:11.259-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh Baby</title><subtitle type='html'>"I never put off till tomorrow, what I can possibly put off until the next day" Oscar Wilde</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4455022949121642257</id><published>2010-06-26T22:26:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:41:27.956-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T SLEEP</title><content type='html'>Welcome, it's Saturday June 26th in the Castro, San Fransisco. The time is currently 1:27 AM, and I can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why: &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the Gay Pride Parade, down Market street. There is a multiplex (I realize that's actually NOT the correct word to use in this situation, however... I don't give a fuck- it sounds good) of people piling into the city, some gay, some straight, some so crazy it doesn't matter what their orientation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of magical to me, I mean I'm from Hawaii so I'm used to tourists... but in Hawaii they're all the same (even the cute ones). But here, it's like the city just gets more interesting with all these people coming in for the Pride Parade... it doesn't hurt that a lot of them are very adorable gay boys, who make grrrreat eye candy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, tonight they had a celebration of "Pink Saturday" which is in memorial to the gay people that were labeled with the pink triangle during the Holocaust. Basically there was a big crowd of people, some dancing- a lot of random awesome gayness... you know. We were only there for a little bit, because Christian wasn't so into it and we were planning to meet a friend back at the apartment, so back to the apartment we headed. Waiting for our friend it seemed as though the revelry had ended- and when the aforementioned friend arrived (with a party of 6) they told us how someone had fired a gun and shot someone. The whole thing broke up. It's pretty crazy. No, actually, it's really fucking crazy. Especially because later I heard 4 people were shot. Fuck. What's happening to the city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's especially fucked up if it was a hate crime of some sort. It's one thing if someone got in a fight and shot them and shit, but if it's something against Homosexuality, and the pride parade, and all that shit it is SO not acceptable. Come on, America, we should be passed that by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of it I can't stop listening to Augustana! wtf?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4455022949121642257?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4455022949121642257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4455022949121642257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4455022949121642257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I CAN&apos;T SLEEP'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-9111239802243915037</id><published>2010-06-25T19:27:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:45:13.558-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on the temperature?</title><content type='html'>Foggy Summer nights, what more could I ask for? It's 53 degrees outside in San Fransisco right now and I just took our adorable dog Jesse for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, foggy, a little rainy, and not to windy - it's perfect!!! Although, some people would disagree with my picture of a perfect summer evening. For example, the other tourists I walked by on the street today. I overheard conversations like:&lt;br /&gt;Tourist:"IT'S FUCKING FREEZING"&lt;br /&gt;Local friend 1: "Well, she warned you that it would be cold..."&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: "Not THIS cold!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Local friend 2: "Not! I said 'It's fucking freezing here- bring a sweater!'"&lt;br /&gt;Tourist: (pointing to self) "This IS a sweater! Fuck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... you get the point-- I'm dealing surprisingly well with the temperature, especially for someone used to... you know... HAWAII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-9111239802243915037?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/9111239802243915037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/musings-on-temperature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/9111239802243915037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/9111239802243915037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/musings-on-temperature.html' title='Musings on the temperature?'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2969086403786897094</id><published>2010-06-23T09:58:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T10:32:24.441-10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling"</title><content type='html'>So I got to thinking, and we all know how dangerous that is, but I got to thinking about this blog, and how I haven't written anything at all here for a long time, and how I haven't written anything interesting on it for even longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the point of starting a blog is to avoid it... I mean, I started out with the intention of having something to do, but now it seems like the blog is just something to avoid doing... or maybe that's just me and the fact that it's summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... one thing I have decided is that writing a blog is not about posting endless reminders of how little you're doing/how much you're procrastinating/how bored you are/everything else no one (including yourself) really gives a damn about. Posting is on your blog is about having something to say (at least in theory...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll get back to you after I go to Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Listening to: Pandora - Boats &amp; Birds internet radio station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2969086403786897094?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2969086403786897094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/fearlessly-idiot-faced-crowd-smiling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2969086403786897094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2969086403786897094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/06/fearlessly-idiot-faced-crowd-smiling.html' title='&quot;Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling&quot;'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6976674450862908523</id><published>2010-05-31T11:59:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T12:06:05.952-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargy</title><content type='html'>Technically, I've got a lot to do before I leave. On Wednesday. Which is the day after tomorrow. Early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have to clean my room and organize everything in it (including my desk and closet). This is going to be a problem for me, considering that my room got much more disorganized in the past two days, while I was packing. I don't understand this, because I'm minimizing the amount of stuff in my room it should get less disorganized, but nooo...&lt;br /&gt;LIFE MAKES SENSE AGAIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to clean the bathrooms one last time before I leave... which won't be fun. And I wanted to do something nice for my teachers that are leaving next year, but I might just have to write them thank you notes in stead of buying them anything, classy I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized what terrible writing I just did... I started two sentences in a row with "And I" eh... no one REALLLY cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a travel playlist, and update my ipod before I leave...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6976674450862908523?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6976674450862908523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/lethargy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6976674450862908523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6976674450862908523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/lethargy.html' title='Lethargy'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2383907854012450815</id><published>2010-05-28T14:20:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:24:28.549-10:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG OMG OMG (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stereomood.com"&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;br /&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;br /&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;br /&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;br /&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;br /&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;br /&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;br /&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK THERE!! ^^^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;Go on. &lt;br /&gt;If you're still reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stereomood.com"&gt;http://stereomood.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that you've gone to the site and clicked on your mood and the music is playing... (Lets just assume you did that and you aren't reading this BEFORE you do that, because that's what you should go do now... now). Okay, so now you've done that, it's awesome right??? &lt;br /&gt;Better than pandora I think, I really like what they put in their mixes. I've never been a HUGE pandora fan, while I really liked the idea I'd end up skipping a lot of songs. So far I haven't wanted to skip any songs, so yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another realllly reallly cool music site is &lt;a href="http://www.thesixtyone.com/"&gt;TheSixtyOne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so go check that one out in a little while (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2383907854012450815?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2383907854012450815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg-omg-omg.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2383907854012450815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2383907854012450815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/omg-omg-omg.html' title='OMG OMG OMG (:'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8286545559081857813</id><published>2010-05-28T13:53:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:10:28.394-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Running Out of Time</title><content type='html'>So there was a Motion City Soundtrack song on the Almost Alice soundtrack called "Always Running Out Of Time" and that song completely sums up how I've felt for the past couple weeks, not to mention that I can't stop listening to their latest album My Dinosaur Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't tell you how to live your life so please stay far away from mine" is the first line in the song, and I'd really just love to blast that very loudly to the world. I'm so sick of people acting like a way that you're living or doing something is wrong or bad or somehow upsetting to them because it's different than what they expect of you. I'm sick of people expectations and their general predisposition to the ordinary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is normal and happens annually. It's almost summer, I've been helping my mom with garage sales, out with the old in with the new type of stuff. Well, mostly out with the old... not a whole lot of in with the new. Near the end of the school year everyone has something - some people stop caring about grades, some people stop being organized, some people oversleep, a lot of people try to let go of things and refresh themselves, and usually for me I get rid of all the people I don't want around next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though, I'm so frazzled. I'm planning for next school year, because I'm going to have an unusual schedule. Plus, we're having these garage sales that just CONSUME time. I always feel like I can't properly express myself, but I don't want to let go of the time I spend with friends, etc. before I leave for the summer. Usually I'm relaxed at this time of year, or I know I will be relaxed, but since I'm leaving I have to do everything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving on Wednesday!!! That leaves me five days. FIVE DAYS until I leave. I have to pack (my packing list is huge) and before I can pack I have to do laundry. Plus I have to rehears for my mock trial at school and on top of it I'm leaving early in the morning. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8286545559081857813?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8286545559081857813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/always-running-out-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8286545559081857813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8286545559081857813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/always-running-out-of-time.html' title='Always Running Out of Time'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-5364354273186742204</id><published>2010-05-27T20:43:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:56:12.331-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Clever Title Here</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Long time no see! (well, not see... but... you get the idea, right? I hope you do... if you don't... what rock have you been under? Can I come join the isolation?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I was doing really well there for a while, and posting a lot, but... the whole "My Boring Life" thing got old, and I didn't feel like being insightful... sorry... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got my first high school yearbook today!!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was much too expensive and it is centered almost completely around the seniors... but I guess that's just how it is for us. It's still worth having because of some of the school photo's people took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school photo is awful, I'm not even being dramatic. I look very nerdy and I actually have two VERY VISIBLE zits... luckily it doesn't stand out too much. It's kinda just in the middle and your eye isn't drawn too it. So, yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... that's enough for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was dull, but I'm very very tired, so I'll see (you know what I mean) you guys later. And I'll write something that's actually thoughtful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-5364354273186742204?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5364354273186742204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-clever-title-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5364354273186742204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5364354273186742204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-clever-title-here.html' title='Your Clever Title Here'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3991750658247745395</id><published>2010-05-10T23:19:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:23:49.689-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day...</title><content type='html'>Repetition, repetition, repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, the same schedule, the same lack of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, there are friends, memories, inside jokes, even the occasional useful fact learned in class. However, does that really make a life worth documenting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that's part of the reason I started this project, to live a life worth documenting, I've been thinking about that. Lately my posts are all "me me me!" and while I don't really mind that, it also proves I'm doing nothing important. Because when really cool things are going on, my posts are more along the lines of "me and this cool thing" (yes, I'm still a major component. What can I say? I'm a narcissist.) Lately, nothing has been happening. I'm starting to think I should at least start running again, because activity is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either that or once again taking up my messed up sleeping schedule... definitely not both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3991750658247745395?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3991750658247745395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3991750658247745395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3991750658247745395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3344034657741964079</id><published>2010-05-10T22:22:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:33:45.190-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, dear lord.</title><content type='html'>There is a desire to do something worthwhile, but what? I don't know. Academic stuff? That never ends, besides what does it prove when I complete a semi-challenging school project and get an "A" on it? Very little. It may prove that I can be self-directed, but only to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking something creative, a personal project perhaps... but I never stick to those! Maybe that should be a new goal... "complete a completely self directed project, and be proud of the end result!" hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project ideas...&lt;br /&gt;Organize recipes? That would be satisfying, but so dull, how on earth would I stick to it?&lt;br /&gt;Some overly involved drawing or art project? Meh, to much details.&lt;br /&gt;A Creative Project? But I suck at creative stuff... I need time for that, and the end of school's coming up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3344034657741964079?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3344034657741964079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-dear-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3344034657741964079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3344034657741964079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-dear-lord.html' title='Oh, dear lord.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3680165299769977100</id><published>2010-05-09T22:49:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:52:13.000-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't stop listening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S-fI6HzbsRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-uX6DLABw5k/s1600/onyourside_cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S-fI6HzbsRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-uX6DLABw5k/s400/onyourside_cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469561173317497106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to A Rocket To The Moon &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and wanna check out what I did for Hawaiian History Class? Yeah, me neither. Just click &lt;a href="http://www.azurehawaiianhistory.blogspot.com"&gt;*here*&lt;/a&gt; anyway (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3680165299769977100?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3680165299769977100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-stop-listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3680165299769977100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3680165299769977100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-stop-listening.html' title='I can&apos;t stop listening...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S-fI6HzbsRI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-uX6DLABw5k/s72-c/onyourside_cd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6766965341920282727</id><published>2010-05-09T22:43:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:49:07.493-10:00</updated><title type='text'>And I guess that's just the way it's gonna be...</title><content type='html'>Prom was Friday!!! It was amazing &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love dancing, and hanging out with friends, and getting ready. All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Friday my weekend has been uneventful. And it's a little sad, because I've realized how little I do on a normal weekend. I clean, do homework, relax, and occasionally do something artistic or fun. Almost never do I go out or hang out with friends. Almost never do I leave my house on a normal weekend, or at least leave the general vicinity of Haiku. This is why I HATE living all the way out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that I'm 14, I don't have a drivers license or permit, so I can't get myself anywhere. If I lived somewhere not in the middle of nowhere, I might be able to take the public bus, because it wouldn't be a 40 minute busride through haiku and paia to get anywhere. As it is, any fun I have outside of school pretty much always takes place on weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I'm not so happy about furlough Fridays, just another day I never go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6766965341920282727?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6766965341920282727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-guess-thats-just-way-its-gonna-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6766965341920282727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6766965341920282727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-i-guess-thats-just-way-its-gonna-be.html' title='And I guess that&apos;s just the way it&apos;s gonna be...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-9213140495348375042</id><published>2010-05-09T22:34:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T22:43:09.224-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on.</title><content type='html'>Today was Mothers day!&lt;br /&gt;I gave my mother a mix CD my sister and I made together &lt;a href="http://listography.com/azurelilliana/music/moms_day_2010"&gt;*track list here* &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I've never really liked days like Mothers Day, Fathers Day, Valentines Day, those holidays where you have a special day to honor certain types of people (i.e. mothers, fathers, romantically significant others). It seems like, if aren't the type of person that expresses their appreciation for those people in everyday life this day serves a very small purpose. This purpose would be to prove how little you actually make an effort to prove your love and admiration in ordinary life. If you are the type of person who expresses affection for these individuals regularly, you are expected to go above and beyond on these days. It's a waste of time. However, mothers day matters to my mother so I honor that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a relatively nice time, although not much conspired. Lately, it's not easy to just proclaim the day is going to be a good one and stick to it, and that's okay. What really matters is that the time spent that was good, was really genuine and important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-9213140495348375042?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/9213140495348375042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-goes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/9213140495348375042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/9213140495348375042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7191255965460925483</id><published>2010-05-07T14:19:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T14:25:58.335-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;May 7th, prom night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2:18 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm getting ready for prom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I just took a shower, and completed some homework. Now the real work begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I have to admit I love getting ready for big occasions(? freshmen prom, big occasion? psh). But it's so different without my sister here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I have to clean up my nails and toenails then paint them. Then there's the makeup, which I think I'm not gonna do a lot on. Plus I have to do a little something to my hair, even if all that involves is untangling it (I just tried to call it detangling instead of untangling). Then I've gotta put on my dress and shoes and mist myself with perfume. Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've got until 5:00 to do this, at which time I must make sure my mother is ready and throw things into some sort of clutch or purse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've thrown together a little bit of a make-shift playlist for the occasion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;By this I mean, I put a couple of albums on the on-the-go playlist and deleted a few songs from them, then hit shuffle. Voila!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7191255965460925483?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7191255965460925483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-7th-prom-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7191255965460925483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7191255965460925483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-7th-prom-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6936754394379755631</id><published>2010-05-05T16:30:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:37:39.609-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuzzled and Confoozzled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers day in four days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom in two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian History Project due in one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Priorities, priorities, priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how talking to people never clears anything up. We're all under this illusion that if you communicate with someone things will start making sense, but some people just don't get the concept of communication. These people use words to make things more complicated, and then you're left feeling lost and a little left out. Feeling like maybe you should be better at understanding them, or it's your job to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time over-thinking things, so it takes a while for me  to take action. Whenever I actually do something, I'm expecting some sort of revelation and end up being just plain disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;musings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6936754394379755631?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6936754394379755631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/confuzzled-and-confoozzled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6936754394379755631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6936754394379755631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/confuzzled-and-confoozzled.html' title='Confuzzled and Confoozzled'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4444828500872024938</id><published>2010-05-02T23:24:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:28:27.082-10:00</updated><title type='text'>We used to laugh because we didn't give a damn</title><content type='html'>So I made a top secret super awesome playlist today!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I put it in order.&lt;br /&gt;But anywho I'm inspired to make playlists now again. &lt;br /&gt;So I'mma get on toppa that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom is in FIVE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Woah! Time's been going by so fast what with being sick and all.&lt;br /&gt;After prom there'll only be 26 days until I go to San Francisco!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna vlog/film in San Francisco too, and I'm looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is just a little&lt;br /&gt;WTF time! Kinda thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4444828500872024938?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4444828500872024938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-used-to-laugh-because-we-didnt-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4444828500872024938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4444828500872024938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-used-to-laugh-because-we-didnt-give.html' title='We used to laugh because we didn&apos;t give a damn'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4160047017007175972</id><published>2010-05-02T05:20:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T05:21:30.128-10:00</updated><title type='text'>just FYI</title><content type='html'>So that dreamcatcher video is by youtube username : MimmbleMimmble &lt;br /&gt;I love her videos, go check them out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MimmbleMimmble#p/u/14/W3TqmzltKQA"&gt;Link here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4160047017007175972?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4160047017007175972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-fyi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4160047017007175972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4160047017007175972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-fyi.html' title='just FYI'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-457463373848296284</id><published>2010-05-01T21:38:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:38:34.132-10:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>What's your query?  &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/UntiedLaces" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/UntiedLaces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-457463373848296284?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/457463373848296284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/457463373848296284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/457463373848296284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8970087771244713114</id><published>2010-05-01T13:05:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:08:53.724-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stand It [OFFICIAL VIDEO]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So, I kinda believe that with the new album What Is Love, Christofer Drew Ingle (in all his adorableness) has lost some of his musical indie charm, but gained some style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The one thing I can say I love without a doubt, are his music videos. Especially this one. So, I've learned to love Nevershoutnever once again. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;A picture might be worth a thousand words, but what are MOVING pictures worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/YdDG1vsLgTQ/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdDG1vsLgTQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdDG1vsLgTQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8970087771244713114?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8970087771244713114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-stand-it-official-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8970087771244713114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8970087771244713114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/05/cant-stand-it-official-video.html' title='Can&apos;t Stand It [OFFICIAL VIDEO]'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7175920366580018261</id><published>2010-04-30T23:25:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:32:18.668-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulcit tones..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Curses! I curse you for being infinity times infinity more creative than me!&lt;br /&gt;I curse you for making me feel inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've found my self completely in love with old fashioned and artistic things. I like old sounding music, vintage or old fashioned clothes, used things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding myself even desiring an old typewriter and non-digital camera's. How cool would it bee to learn how to develop my own film? Is that something that's even possible when you live here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a rose garden, and I want to make art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration seems to hit me at very inconvenient times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to have to make this happen. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... yup.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7175920366580018261?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7175920366580018261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/curses-i-curse-you-for-being-infinity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7175920366580018261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7175920366580018261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/curses-i-curse-you-for-being-infinity.html' title='Dulcit tones..'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7481144611798719828</id><published>2010-04-30T23:13:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T23:13:58.081-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/W3TqmzltKQA/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3TqmzltKQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3TqmzltKQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7481144611798719828?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7481144611798719828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreamcatcher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7481144611798719828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7481144611798719828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreamcatcher.html' title='Dreamcatcher'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2585810425541191909</id><published>2010-04-30T21:58:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:06:04.109-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The murmur of summer is in my ear, anticipation is a drug that will only last me so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2585810425541191909?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2585810425541191909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/murmur-of-summer-is-in-my-ear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2585810425541191909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2585810425541191909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/murmur-of-summer-is-in-my-ear.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6491980676537828389</id><published>2010-04-30T00:30:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T00:40:24.764-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Woooh. School. &gt;_&gt;</title><content type='html'>Actually.... I enjoyed going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;As one will after being away from school for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fair amount of people were ecstatic to see me, and that's always... cute. Their adoration generally appeals to the indifferent side of me, and I appreciate that. I got a shitloot (&lt;-- that was originally a typo, but I kinda think it's an awesome word...) of math makeup work, but I actually understood and finished about 90% already. Yay for nerds!!!!! Plus, I got out of a physics test. That's a good thing, even though the test was probably despicably easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I did today was take the Compass test!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to assume you know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;I got a 94 on Reading and a 99 on Writing, which is awesome. I did shitty on the math, but I don't want to take a math class anywho.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to...&lt;br /&gt;Get a meeting with my school counselor...&lt;br /&gt;Turn in all my applications and forms...&lt;br /&gt;Get a meeting with the MCC counselor...&lt;br /&gt;and figure everything else out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologize for these last posts, they haven't really been interesting at all if you aren't me. So, I'll work on that. At least I'm posting again though *shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6491980676537828389?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6491980676537828389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/woooh-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6491980676537828389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6491980676537828389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/woooh-school.html' title='Woooh. School. &gt;_&gt;'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8151030869849389061</id><published>2010-04-28T22:44:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:54:50.143-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmhm</title><content type='html'>So here's what I got done today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drama Club Talent Show Poster&lt;br /&gt;2. 2nd Creative Project&lt;br /&gt;3. Re mediated research logs&lt;br /&gt;4. Completed season 3 and started season 4 of Buffy&lt;br /&gt;5. Finished all of my Running Start applications&lt;br /&gt;6. Internet browsing&lt;br /&gt;7. Listened to Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;8. Watched an intriguing indie film called Enduring Love (awesome shizznit)&lt;br /&gt;9. Shower. THAT is an acomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;10. oh! And I washed the tables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo... I didn't clean my room or do my written project, or explore the world.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Abject Failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8151030869849389061?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8151030869849389061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/mmmhm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8151030869849389061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8151030869849389061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/mmmhm.html' title='Mmmhm'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2079633313331140350</id><published>2010-04-28T12:44:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T13:32:29.727-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Narcissism.</title><content type='html'>So... that's life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the same thing I did yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of old work I'm making up, a little bit of almost due work, and a whole lot of Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm considering a little snack break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those people that works for a couple minutes, breaks for an hour or so, works for a couple hours, breaks for a couple minutes, and eats a lot all in between there. I can't get things done without food, plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;For that reason, I'm never going to be able to have an eating disorder of any sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;--lunch break--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've had some lovely eggs, bacon, and bread and about 6 cups of water, some vitamins, some homeopathic med, (oh the benefits of being sick), I can resume work. Or rather, blogging about work. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I'm watching David Boreanaz as Angel, I love him! *she says as he hits Buffy* (:&lt;br /&gt;So ANYWAY, I've compiled a list of things to get done today, lets see what I get done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drama Club talent show poster&lt;br /&gt;2. 2nd Creative and Written Project for Hawaiian History&lt;br /&gt;3. Re mediate research logs (the nerd in me must get an A)&lt;br /&gt;4. Finish watching season 3 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;5. Take a shower of bath, I have to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;6. Get school stuff together&lt;br /&gt;7. Clean room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, I think that's doable. Ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2079633313331140350?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2079633313331140350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/pure-narcissism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2079633313331140350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2079633313331140350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/pure-narcissism.html' title='Pure Narcissism.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8906738070938692660</id><published>2010-04-27T22:58:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:21:53.825-10:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Deeper Meaning Of Tetris</title><content type='html'>otherwise known as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Post-Productivity Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent a fulfilling day watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and completing all overdue/make up homework/classwork assignments. There's a feeling of empowerment, watching Buffy and knowing you're not plagued by her Slayer-ness. This feeling of empowerment is immediately counteracted by the feeling of defeat I get when working on a Hawaiian History research project. All in all, the day balanced out nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this surge of useful depression due to overdue homework assignment completion, I decided to play some Tetris. I got to level 8 before dying, and that's really rather impressive, for me anyway &lt;a href="http://www.freetetris.org/"&gt;(here, you try)&lt;/a&gt; Anywho- I came to a realization while playing Tetris. It's like a metaphor for life! You see, you go around fitting the blocks in, trying to organize things and make them go together (more or less) and then at a certain point you either miss just too many block fittings and life's over (death by old age, illness, or chance) or you give up, and the things pile up directly on top of eachother, until it's too much and you die! (suicide, intentional death). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever isn't it? Do you think the inventors of Tetris had this in mind?&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh philosophical thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8906738070938692660?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8906738070938692660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-deeper-meaning-of-tetris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8906738070938692660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8906738070938692660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-deeper-meaning-of-tetris.html' title='On the Deeper Meaning Of Tetris'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8538837913530509156</id><published>2010-04-27T10:11:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T10:49:10.128-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pre-Productivity Post</title><content type='html'>So these past three days I've been terribly ill, and we all know what that means...&lt;br /&gt;Crap-tons of television! And away time from my laptop (We can't have it getting contaged, can we?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned a couple of things from this lovely experience... &lt;br /&gt;One, I really want to see Green Day's Broadway rock-opera (well, that's what MTV called it) and two, I will never get sick of watching That 70's Show. Never. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and people on MTV reality shows are exhaustively dramatic, but we all knew that already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of it, I've missed two days of school already, and I have loads of work to do. So this is a little warm up writing I felt the need to do. Don't mind it's shittiness. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8538837913530509156?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8538837913530509156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-productivity-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8538837913530509156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8538837913530509156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/pre-productivity-post.html' title='The Pre-Productivity Post'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4711331711161313443</id><published>2010-04-23T18:42:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:44:49.585-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah, back it up!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so that last post was kind of... emo. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't intend it that way, it's just something I was thinking about. &lt;br /&gt;And I've been listening to this song "Boats and Birds" by Gregory and the Hawk a lot lately, it has this lovely enchanting quality-sort of old sounding. Which also has a bit to do with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyone cares. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd share that, and now I'm off to actually... do shiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4711331711161313443?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4711331711161313443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/woah-back-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4711331711161313443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4711331711161313443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/woah-back-it-up.html' title='Woah, back it up!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4887962109983428592</id><published>2010-04-22T22:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:17:39.735-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The first step is admitting you have a problem.</title><content type='html'>I seem to be consumed by the desire to be at a playground at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed with the idea of floating on the ocean under a cloudless sky.&lt;br /&gt;Playing at pick-nicks and pretending to be on a great adventure as a child. &lt;br /&gt;Pirates and princesses float around my head.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go of any of it, it's the only reality keeping me from losing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cocoon  of melodies and words other people have written keeps me from the world.&lt;br /&gt;I feel out of place, out of space, wishing I could spout transparent butterfly wings and fly away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of Summer, and freedom, control my mind and everything I do. &lt;br /&gt;I can't muster the energy to complete homework on time, and it's difficult for me to motivate myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;"It'd be better to forget you, but I don't really want to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is just a little... sampling of the type of thing I usually keep to myself. I figure I just might as well post it, since it's a bit of an attention whore for my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4887962109983428592?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4887962109983428592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-step-is-admitting-you-have.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4887962109983428592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4887962109983428592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-step-is-admitting-you-have.html' title='The first step is admitting you have a problem.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8566399657659364073</id><published>2010-04-21T21:06:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:17:53.979-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the record state that this post is inspired 43% by a Bubble Yum overdose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S8_4FFVzk4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/dTqBT0OzZFo/s1600/20090323093355833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S8_4FFVzk4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/dTqBT0OzZFo/s320/20090323093355833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462857639240373122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just discovered something purely epic.&lt;br /&gt;The table of contents in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs: A low culture manifesto&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is done in the style of a playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just made my day. &lt;br /&gt;And don't even try to argue that that's unimportant, and shouldn't inspire this much enthusiasm. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I will fight you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book itself seems pretty epic as well, he used the word "entropy" (which is probably on my list of top twenty favorite words...) in the fourth sentence of the introduction of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now expecting FIRST RATE QUALITY out of this book. It better not disappoint. You hear me, Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs? Don't disappoint me! I'm trusting you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile (back at the ranch) I finished Very LeFreak, and it was truly awe-inspiring. A great example of how much novels can teach a person. I also think that Rachel Cohn (while always having been a great author) has improved and maybe learned a few things from the truly awesome David Levithan? Perhaps? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8566399657659364073?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8566399657659364073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-record-state-that-this-post-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8566399657659364073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8566399657659364073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-record-state-that-this-post-is.html' title='Let the record state that this post is inspired 43% by a Bubble Yum overdose.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S8_4FFVzk4I/AAAAAAAAAIo/dTqBT0OzZFo/s72-c/20090323093355833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-37571274545225717</id><published>2010-04-18T22:41:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:51:43.335-10:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHTBULB!</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm desperately wishing my iPod kept track of the songs/artists I listen to, in the order I listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't in my mind, and didn't really get the depth of what I just proposed, here's a long[ish] and occasionally slightly clever expansion/description:&lt;br /&gt;According to my mind, in the past 2 or three hours I've listened to The Format, then Flight of the Concords, and then a little bit of the Foo Fighters, some more Flight of the Concords, some Phoenix, some more Format, Little Boots, a song by Eminem, and a little Gwen Stefani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine some sort of iPod app that automatically updates your musical choices to, say, facebook, or myspace (which I've started using again. Although, in the words of a friend, myspace has "become facebook's creepiest stalker"). Can you picture it? I can picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... my mental picture of it has the capacity of being INCREDIBLY annoying... I think there'd have to be settings in which you decide how frequently you want to update, what things should be shown, and whether you have to always approve posting... hm... this has possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only I knew how to make it... unless you already know of an app like this?&lt;br /&gt;Let me know!!&lt;br /&gt; Pwetty pwease? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-37571274545225717?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/37571274545225717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/lightbulb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/37571274545225717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/37571274545225717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/lightbulb.html' title='LIGHTBULB!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6057931355212040051</id><published>2010-04-18T13:48:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:55:55.556-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather be blogging</title><content type='html'>Or reading.&lt;br /&gt;Or Tweeting.&lt;br /&gt;Or playing with my Robo-puppy on my iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;Or baking chocolate covered sandwich cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Or doing my collage (the one that isn't for a school project).&lt;br /&gt;Or watching 5AwesomeGirls youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;Or frantically searching for my sparkly pen.&lt;br /&gt;But instead, I'm [about to begin] cleaning two bathrooms, washing table-tops, dusting the surfaces in the house, cleaning five bicycles, and organizing my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit MIA, since I've been reading practically non-stop. Very LeFreak is VERY awesome, and I'd really rather read that then do the list of chores, that will surely get longer by the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have Goodnight Moon by heyhihello playing in my mind, and clashing with Only Living Boy in New York by Simon&amp;amp;Garfunkel which is playing on the other side of my mind, and they're all crowding out Elsewhere (the audiobook I'm listening too) by Gabrielle Zevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* My life is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6057931355212040051?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6057931355212040051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-rather-be-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6057931355212040051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6057931355212040051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-rather-be-blogging.html' title='I&apos;d rather be blogging'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7521782280334346333</id><published>2010-04-10T01:10:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T01:11:52.780-10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Here's my random attempt at creativity, I've been doing a lot of reading lately but can't really seem to get into any projects. This little... uh... thing was randomly inspired, but it's nothing great... just some thoughts strung together (but that's what I'm made of anyway)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The moment before you cry, the pressure builds up behind your eyes. The moment before you cry, all the thoughts you choose to disallow flood through your mind. The moment before you cry, you break all your own rules. You crave the freedom of tears, but it also illuminates the very boundaries you wish you could forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8093207591287724148-7521782280334346333?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7521782280334346333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7521782280334346333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7521782280334346333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1887481500320762381</id><published>2010-04-05T20:21:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:34:48.837-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ophelia</title><content type='html'>The book &lt;i&gt;Ophelia&lt;/i&gt; by Lisa Klien was captivating, but not exactly inspiring. Some books so clearly express the emotions and atmosphere of the characters and setting you feel you are right there, as one of the characters, &lt;i&gt;Ophelia&lt;/i&gt; did not supply this intensity. Most of the characters were quite flat, and while the writing was engaging the bits in the middle were not remotely stirring. I feel like the book was a worthy portrayl of the Ophelia of &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt;, but nothing too special.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters were relatable enough, and definitely varied, but not fleshed out enough. Ophelia herself felt removed from the situation, and maybe that was the style of the book more than anything, but never did the book make me feel her heartache, love, passion, cleverness, or intrigue which a good author should always supply, ready at your fingertips. Hamlet was understandably mad and frightening, as well as passionate in his love for Ophelia, but once again flat. His friend Horatio was my favorite character, and so underplayed! I wanted more Horatio, considering that his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*spoiler* &lt;/span&gt;parting scene and unrequited love for Ophelia &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;*spoiler end*&lt;/span&gt; were the only scenes that lead me to tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the story of &lt;i&gt;Ophelia&lt;/i&gt; many scenes should have driven me to tears, had the writing had more feeling. The writing was not bad, but as Ms. Klien wrote of hatred, true love, the terrible pain of heartache and grief, I should have been moved, however there was nothing other than passive judgment of the scene as it passed (that is, aside from Horatio's earlier mentioned scenes... perhaps I only favor Horatio because he is described as tall and slender with crazy red hair...). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always enjoy remakes of classics, and classics from different perspectives. I think this book did justice to Hamlet, although it cannot compare to Shakespere's writing, naturally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1887481500320762381?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1887481500320762381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/ophelia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1887481500320762381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1887481500320762381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/ophelia.html' title='Ophelia'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1057849537291626832</id><published>2010-04-04T16:16:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:10:21.818-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S7lOMU0fWuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kzsXxtwB8V0/s1600/100_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S7lOMU0fWuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kzsXxtwB8V0/s320/100_1685.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456478397190331106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just come to my realization that tommorow is Monday, meaning I get to wake up at 5:30... yay!!!&lt;div&gt;Not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, this week is all state testing for 10th grade, which means it's half days for everyone, that's pretty cool. Aside from the fact that all my sophomore friends will be busy testing, and I have no idea what I'll be doing during the periods I usually have sophomore tech class and math. I'm also hoping to see Alice in Wonderland for the third time, second time in 3D, sometime during this week. Hopefully the fact that it's half days will lead to relaxation and the ability to be creative at home, rather than boredom and exahustion. The week after this school will resume as normal, which I'm actually looking forward to. Math class will be a little more challenging, and I'll have the excuse of homework (as well as the burden of it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's been crazily productive, and I'm really happy (expect a post later about &lt;i&gt;Ophelia&lt;/i&gt;) and I blame it on the desire to distract myself as completely as possible. I've turned my stereo up loudly (Discs: The Beatles-Love, We the Kings-We the Kings, The Fratellis-Here We Stand, Ok Go- Of the Blue Colour of the Sky [later replaced with Various Artists-500 Days Of Summer Motion Picture soundtrack so I could put Ok Go on my iTunes], and The Shins- Oh Introverted World) and slowly checked things off of my to-do list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much never make to-do lists (it's more my sisters style), but Sunday's are usually the type of day that lead to a "Shit, I must be forgetting *something*" so, I figured it was worth a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... I feel like painting, and distrackting myself from more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1057849537291626832?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1057849537291626832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-just-come-to-my-realization-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1057849537291626832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1057849537291626832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-just-come-to-my-realization-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S7lOMU0fWuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kzsXxtwB8V0/s72-c/100_1685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3983974205390009945</id><published>2010-03-31T20:28:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:32:33.597-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); "&gt;It's difficult to describe how much I love OK Go's "Of The Blue Colour Of The Sky"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S7Q90qGdKgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jz6fp-Jqlaw/s400/noid-ofbcots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455053023516371458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Fliping awesome (:&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/8093207591287724148-3983974205390009945?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3983974205390009945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-difficult-to-describe-how-much-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3983974205390009945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3983974205390009945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-difficult-to-describe-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S7Q90qGdKgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jz6fp-Jqlaw/s72-c/noid-ofbcots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6709924620446931687</id><published>2010-03-31T17:59:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:03:13.039-10:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;... I've been reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ophelia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;which is a re-make of Shakespere's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt; but focused on the girl, instead of Hamlet. I'm about 120 pages in, and so far it's pretty engaging. The whole story (true love, trials and tribluations in accordance with true love, blah blah blah, etc.) is not so much my style, but I'm enjoying it nonetheless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I'm in a bit of a rush to finish because my friend and I made a plan to read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Through the Looking Glass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;by Lewis Carrol (Gosh! Everytime I italicise something and then press "un-italicise" I end up making a typo, having to backspace, and then it's all italic again. Ugh). We're both going to read it at the same time, and he hasn't seen the new Alice, which is based mostly off of &lt;i&gt;Looking Glass&lt;/i&gt; so we might go see that, it'd be my third time seeing Alice in Wonderland, second time in 3D, but I don't mind that much, since I'll be able to discuss it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I really love having friends that you can actually converse with, about movies, music, magazine articles, books and art. It's rarer than one would think, but maybe not as rare as I've found. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Track meet tomorrow! First one I'll be going to, I don't think I'll do great, but I could be alright. &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/8093207591287724148-6709924620446931687?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6709924620446931687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-other-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6709924620446931687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6709924620446931687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-other-news.html' title='In other news...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-108627568105768809</id><published>2010-03-31T17:30:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:59:23.883-10:00</updated><title type='text'>How very distressing...</title><content type='html'>I left my mobile communication device (otherwise known as a cellular phone) on the Kahalui bus this morning. I was under the impression I'd slipped it into my jacket pocket until I walked out of the Walmart bathroom, as the bus was pulling away. I went to check my pocket, because I was wondering why on earth I hadn't yet recieved a text back, and was incredibly bothered.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright... incredibly bothered is a bit of an understatement. I actually said "Fuck" about six times, and then some random guy walked by, looking at me with a very... apprehensive expression on his face. Then I said "SHIT" for a finale, and turned away. But... that's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that point, I was kinda freaking out. I mean... what's a 14 year old girl to do, without her cell phone early in the morning at Walmart? Open a book. OBVIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what I did, and I did an alright job of calming down, until I got to school and realized that (FUCK) I'd have to spend the entire day WITHOUT access to a cellular, UNABLE to text people a few feet away from me. That was a week point in my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I survived, and the bus driver has my phone, which I'll pick up tomorrow morning. At 7. He better not drop it off at the office, that will upset me VERY much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-108627568105768809?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/108627568105768809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-very-distressing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/108627568105768809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/108627568105768809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-very-distressing.html' title='How very distressing...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-5892046027691210868</id><published>2010-03-28T21:32:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:11:17.915-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk about scattered...</title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow!&lt;div&gt;I'm actually looking forward to it... not only because (as you know) I'm a nerd, but because I'll get to see... people. That I've been talking to a lot lately. Fun stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with the beginning of school comes a lot of stuff... like the fact that I never actually covered my binder in anything, I guess I'm gonna go with your average collage. Since I didn't do anything amazing over break. Hopefully I can do some artwork and make it better than everyone else's binders (because that's my aim in life).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my newly organized desk, there's a pile of books (American Beauty[a-list novel], John Keats Bright Star (poems and letters), Ophelia, and 3 Willows) plus a journal I plan on finishing this year. Plus everything that goes in my school bag... I am stuck out of inspiration and I don't want to go to school feeling this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to pick a book and spend the rest of the night reading it, forget about being creative and getting stuff done. As for my binder, I'm just going to replace the duct tape on it with packing tape so it's clear and leave it BLACK. And business-like. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news.... I discovered today that I hate Florence and the Machine. So... um... don't go listen to them, unless you like listening to painfully shitty girls sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you can go listen to Little Boots, because they make me happy (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the band... not the shoes...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-5892046027691210868?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5892046027691210868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/talk-about-scattered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5892046027691210868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5892046027691210868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/talk-about-scattered.html' title='Talk about scattered...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7588789253540572543</id><published>2010-03-21T00:32:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:02:47.826-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's officially spring guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;March 20th marked Spring Equinox, and I have to admit I'm a little happy about the transition to slightly sunnier, slightly warmer weather. Although, I live on a tropical island... the weather's a little... undecisive here. I mean, today, the first official day of spring, it rained the whole time. So... there isn't much point, but I enjoy some sign of change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;S[pring was brought in with a long talk to my long talk to my sister over Skype (well... iChat Video), playing to much Doodle Fly on my iTouch and surfing the internet. Later on in the day I made rice, salad, and some cookies and watched Libertine with my brother and mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;I really do love Johnny Depp, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;e just seems to LOVE acting- I have to respect it. It reminded me a bit of The Picture of Dorian Grey, which I'm now itching to read again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;The whole actress bit... it's like what Dorian Grey would have been, had he not let the lovely actess off herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Finally, I recieved these adorable little owls, who I've decided to name Sibyl and Dorian (after the actress and Dorian himself, I wonder if one could successfully write a version of Dorian Grey in which Syble doesn't off herself, and still capture the essence of Dorian... and Wilde... I've been considering modernizing Dorian Grey somehow, with a female lead, so my school could preform it in a play, it would take a lot of pitching though, I mean... the club is rarely into doing plays they haven't heard of before...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6X8lW3Oj6I/AAAAAAAAAII/hR9LLSRbux4/s320/100_1648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451040642724433826" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7588789253540572543?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7588789253540572543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7588789253540572543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7588789253540572543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-spring.html' title='Happy Spring!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6X8lW3Oj6I/AAAAAAAAAII/hR9LLSRbux4/s72-c/100_1648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2113965486470624183</id><published>2010-03-20T19:05:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:05:42.005-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Brush455 BT"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;"A relationship ending is like a death that only two people know about"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Brush455 BT"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;-serious moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Brush455 BT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Brush455 BT"&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/8093207591287724148-2113965486470624183?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2113965486470624183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/relationship-ending-is-like-death-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2113965486470624183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2113965486470624183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/relationship-ending-is-like-death-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-765896618717066813</id><published>2010-03-20T00:23:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:35:20.371-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Azure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vibrant imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buds in bodied perfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeks outside expression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great moments of ecstasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;percolate in private&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;classroom conversations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mind discerns as the body wanders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gread adventures- now and later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncontainable joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long legs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stride across the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lond on Fifth Avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;answer Wilhelmina calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go here -do that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audition times -Make up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wow! What a city!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For this moment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the world is mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the runway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;city lights and shadows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;guide the way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In quiet moments&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember my island home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;voices of encouragement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;reluctant tugs at my ankles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;crying don't go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then like Mary Oliver&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stride deeper and deeper&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;into the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;find my place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;reflect my values&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;in the family of things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jim Lynch copyright 2/28/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people are really amazing, I didn't write that. An aquaintance, a friend of my mothers actually, who I spent some time with, discussing lovely things like New York City, travel, art, and modeling wrote that. Isn't it beautiful? I so admire that skill in poetry, there's a certain flow of it that I can't quite achieve, although I haven't tried for a while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is really amazing and inspiring... thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-765896618717066813?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/765896618717066813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/azure-by-jim-lynch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/765896618717066813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/765896618717066813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/azure-by-jim-lynch.html' title='Azure'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4231636181023639417</id><published>2010-03-19T23:28:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:49:02.958-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soo... umm....&lt;br /&gt;we got some produce...&lt;br /&gt;Turns out one of my hobbies include taking semi-artistic, badly lit photo's of... lettuce... and leaks... and the like...&lt;br /&gt;Soo... enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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It seems I can't sleep past 9:00 AM. It's terrible :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this curse seems to have decended upon our entire household, so this morning as I wandered into the kitched (first step, obviously), rubbing my eyes disgruntledly (is that a word?) my brother made coffee. I opened the frige, closed it, opened the pantry, closed that, and my mother was awake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sat down to consume caffiene and carbohydrates, which quickly turned into a long discussion on marriage and people, which branched in many directions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something about our family, is that we often spend hours discussing intellectual, even deep subjects. I often feel we should have steinographer, for we are often discussing the books and articles we could write. As we moved forward, discussing what the plans for the day were, and what my mother in particular needed to do, and hadn't yet dones, we decided to help her with the next phase of the job she's applying to, the "Internet Interview."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a set of questions about how she deals with difficulties, what she finds challenging, (it's a third grade teaching job). We often rely on each other to help in professional and school related issues, since each of us has different strenghths (and weeknesses). It constantly amazes me how productive and invigorating we can all be together, despite the uncomfortable-ness that we so often live in with each others clashing and often all to similar personalities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8559943851509420532?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8559943851509420532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8559943851509420532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8559943851509420532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-752936860759200466</id><published>2010-03-18T13:58:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:13:43.240-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a confession to make...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;America's next top model (:&lt;div&gt;Yes, cylce 14 just started. No, I didn't watch it live... I watched it today though. On the website. &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/cw-video/americas-next-top-model/americas-next-top-model-be-my-friend-tyra/?play=601-7380"&gt;[link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to only watch the Saturday marathons, on Bravo. And that only started because I was sick one weekend, and then BAM! all day! So, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched. I plan to model, so it's really very informative, and while I don't usually go for reality tv... well... it's addictive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night, watching Gossip Girl (another little addiction) I saw an add for America's Next Top Model! The new season! And barely resisted the urge to DVR it, knowing I'd be ridiculed by my oh-so-lovely brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, this morning I woke up cruely early (7:50, for no reason!) and had plenty of interweb time. I read some blogs, posted some pictures, face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;book, youtube, made some hot chocolate (and finished Nanny Returns), then went to work, finding a full episode of Cycle 14's 90 minute pilot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed it, and now plan to follow the rest of the season in this way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops, just spent too much time blogging, I must get back to studying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6LBng8yOHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zcYtW8e9qxA/s320/antm_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450131383675664498" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-752936860759200466?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/752936860759200466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-confession-to-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/752936860759200466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/752936860759200466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-confession-to-make.html' title='I&apos;ve got a confession to make...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6LBng8yOHI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zcYtW8e9qxA/s72-c/antm_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1159743269162127773</id><published>2010-03-18T11:00:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:06:32.501-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider solitaire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I feel succesful in that I have finally beaten a game of 2 suit spider solitair on my iPod Touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I've devoted entirely too much time to this game, and the results are finally showing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;For some time I was caught in between single suit spider solitaire, which quicly became too easy, and two suit spider solitare, for a long time impossible. I've finally one a couple times, but I'm not confident enought to move on to three suit spider solitare....&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/8093207591287724148-1159743269162127773?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1159743269162127773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/spider-solitaire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1159743269162127773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1159743269162127773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/spider-solitaire.html' title='Spider solitaire!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3000161947863980660</id><published>2010-03-18T09:26:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:27:50.427-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6J-f2OiaMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/79p_AwK2PSc/s1600-h/100_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6J-f2OiaMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/79p_AwK2PSc/s400/100_1627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450057584669255874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, that's rain water, a leak. It's been raining a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3000161947863980660?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3000161947863980660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/yep-thats-rain-water-leak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3000161947863980660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3000161947863980660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/yep-thats-rain-water-leak.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6J-f2OiaMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/79p_AwK2PSc/s72-c/100_1627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-5440476828980603367</id><published>2010-03-17T18:59:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:59:40.691-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Cute, cute, cute!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live in these clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-5440476828980603367?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5440476828980603367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/cute-cute-cute-i-want-to-live-in-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5440476828980603367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5440476828980603367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/cute-cute-cute-i-want-to-live-in-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8466982143585428857</id><published>2010-03-17T18:44:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:58:01.665-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6GwSoSrbKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bU9KU0EhzNI/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 77px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6GwSoSrbKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bU9KU0EhzNI/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449830858194906274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been listening to &lt;i&gt;The Nanny Returns&lt;/i&gt; on audiobook, and I discovered something amazing. Listening to audiobooks while running! It makes me feel wonderfully productive. I've never been the type to run to a beat, like when listening to music, it just doesn't work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Nanny Returns&lt;/i&gt; is... mediocre at best. The main character, as in the first book, is annoying and the storyline is just not all that engaging. I didn't like the first book, but I did like the movie, so I wasn't expecting all that much from this book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, it's interesting enough to keep me going, but then... I always feel obligated to finish books when I start them. I'm a little over half way through, I believe I'm somewhere in the middle of chapter 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6GyYsXZr0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/9drtXCeLurE/s200/CG_071005042726125_wideweb__300x489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449833161390927682" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a depressing comparrison to a really GOOD book I just finished listening too: &lt;i&gt;Through the Childrens Gate: A Home in New York&lt;/i&gt; by Adam Gopnik, a writer for the New Yorker. Adam Gopnik also wrote &lt;i&gt;From Paris to the Moon&lt;/i&gt; which I loved. He writes so cleverly, and with such unique opinions, I always love his writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8466982143585428857?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8466982143585428857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-listening-to-nanny-returns-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8466982143585428857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8466982143585428857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-listening-to-nanny-returns-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6GwSoSrbKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bU9KU0EhzNI/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8358363442486564120</id><published>2010-03-17T14:47:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:03:13.383-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, up, and away!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just spent an afternoon studying for the Compass test, reading J.M. Barrie's original Peter Pan, searching for Peter Pan Play/Movie scripts, and watching Peter Pan (the disney version). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Which item is out of place on that list? Yeah, well I'm going to take the compass test somewhere near the end of spring break, so I can talk to teachers about taking MCC courses next year, since they recomended that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6F7pCKPzyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dqgrEHMrBGo/s200/PeterPanKensingtoncover_Woodward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449772968979713826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, the other three! Next year, our drama club is going to put on a play, as they do every year (more than once). A couple other drama kids and I want to do a production of Peter Pan. Since it was my idea, I'm trying to find a script, watching the movie, and reading the book, so that I have plenty of ideas when it comes to discussing next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've found a script of the movie, that we'd probably have to edit, and a script that's more from the book. I was hoping to find a script of a play version, but all those are not free (sadly). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think the Disney movie version is more what other cast members are thinking of, plus it'll be easier to do, since we have the movie to base the play off of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Of course, this is a bit rediculous since it wouldn't even start till next fall (or rather, late summer). &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/8093207591287724148-8358363442486564120?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8358363442486564120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-up-and-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8358363442486564120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8358363442486564120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-up-and-away.html' title='Up, up, and away!!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6F7pCKPzyI/AAAAAAAAAGg/dqgrEHMrBGo/s72-c/PeterPanKensingtoncover_Woodward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-5002257726007046242</id><published>2010-03-17T11:22:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T11:23:41.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hey guess what!? That picture I mentioned that I liked "Sleepwalking" at Art Maui, well the artist has a blog! Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jordanlynnpigott.com/"&gt;[link]&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/8093207591287724148-5002257726007046242?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5002257726007046242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-guess-what-that-picture-i-mentioned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5002257726007046242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5002257726007046242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-guess-what-that-picture-i-mentioned.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-791392007183979790</id><published>2010-03-16T19:56:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:09:01.056-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Maui! Wooh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;I went to Art Maui today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;It was pretty interesting, seeing as this is the first time I've actually gone and been fully interested in... youknow.... art. Previous times I've gone when I was completely uninterested, weather because I was younger (the most recent time I went before this I was probably 11?), or because I was just totally indifferent to art (yeah, I used to be like that. I was much more indiffernt to most things, what the hell happened to me?!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh, yeah. In case you have no idea what Art Maui is... its a collection of art from artists on maui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6B_9vbp65I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7hHcWldqw1c/s320/FxCam_1268784719134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449496247799507858" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt; judged by a single person and generally not all that awe-inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;This year was horribly arranged, although I couldn't really compare it to any of the other years (read the early paragraph.... although, how could you have gotten here if you didn't read the beginning... are you one of those awful people that start in the middle?!) it seemed that they were grouped by colour... who does that with art??! Insulting to my senses I tell you, insulting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;It was inspiring in the fact that I realized I could probably get some of my art in, and I plan to. And there were some cool peices, like the photo "sleepwalking" by Jordan Lynn Pigott, who my brother happens to know. Also, "Roots" by Crystal Jean Baranyk, "Alterations" by Jennifer Stephens, and "Bower Bird" by Catalina Ezcurra. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;Oh, and the one that my brother (Raphael) worked on with Tom Sewel was there too, it was pretty interesting and engaging, Sewell also had another piece, which was time consuming, about this guy... Rubak... not that I've even heard of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;All in all it was a good experience...&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/8093207591287724148-791392007183979790?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/791392007183979790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-maui-wooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/791392007183979790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/791392007183979790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/art-maui-wooh.html' title='Art Maui! Wooh!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S6B_9vbp65I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7hHcWldqw1c/s72-c/FxCam_1268784719134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6598226801192395480</id><published>2010-03-16T11:31:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:56:03.872-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quote...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 24.0px Miss; color:#22002f;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Minion Pro', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Minion Pro', serif;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 30.0px Miss; color: #22002f"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Minion Pro', serif;font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#22002F;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 30px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Minion Pro', serif;font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#22002F;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 30.0px Miss; color: #22002f"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 30.0px Minion Pro; letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;He's cute in that My-hair-is-always-in-my-face-and-I-can't-look-directly-into-your-eyes-because-it's-like-staring-at-the-sun-but-then-occasionally-you'll-see-how-blue-my-eyes-are-and-that'll-make-you-slightly-gooey-although-who-cares-because-I-can't-bring-myself-to-speak-declarative-sentences-let-alone-have-a-decent-conversation-with-you kind of way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Lucida Grande; color: #333333; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 24.0px Mistral; color: #002939"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;- John Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6598226801192395480?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6598226801192395480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6598226801192395480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6598226801192395480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-quote.html' title='Just a quote...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-203632320156506812</id><published>2010-03-15T12:59:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:22:01.304-10:00</updated><title type='text'>On the latest issue of W magazine</title><content type='html'>The other day we recieved the March 2010 issue of W magazine, featuring Megan Fox on the front.&lt;div&gt;Personally, I love Megan Fox. She may be a big mess of contradiction, but she's one of THOSE personalities. The type of people that pull of embodying contradictions. She's gorgeous, and at least she HAS a personality. Also, I think she's a pretty good actress, although I haven't seen her do anything particularly... unusual -- for her anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a long time I have been in love with W magazine, back when my sister, mother, and I often visited the fabric store, and I was often disinterested in the actual fabric, I would sit at the table of pattern books. The attendant (checker?) handed me an oversized copy of W magazine. I was intimidated at first, worried maybe I shouldn't be looking at this magical world of High-fashion, but then my mother came over, and was as impressed as I hadn't dared to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always enjoy the clever and to the point articles enlosed in the magazines large pages, and the adds are always fun to disect. I feel that, with a good fashion magazine, you have to set time aside, like reading a book. I could casually flip through adds and articles, as I once did with picture books. I could skip around and only read the occasional article, and barely glance at the pictures, as I did with those difficult to focus on books, assigned by school. Or, I could savor it. Look at every picture, think about it, read the articles, connect them, the way I do with a book that I choose to read, a work of art, a classic... such as Oscar Wilde's A Picture Of Dorian Grey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... I've been thinking of reading the original version of Peter Pan... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-203632320156506812?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/203632320156506812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-latest-issue-of-w-magazine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/203632320156506812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/203632320156506812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-latest-issue-of-w-magazine.html' title='On the latest issue of W magazine'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2554397283573427067</id><published>2010-03-13T17:04:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:53:09.277-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Foods!</title><content type='html'>Whole Foods! &lt;div&gt;That's the new exciting thing here on Maui, we've got a new health store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it really is exciting!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've  loved whole foods, ever since I visited New York in 2007. One time, I tried to explain to my friend why one of my favorite parts of the trip involved a grocery store, he didn't get it. My first impression of Whole Foods is a hard one to beat. For me, it was such an experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had such high expectations, I was beginning to worry that I'd be dissapointed when I visited the Whole Foods here, but I certainly was not. The Whole Foods on the mainland, as with many other things, was bigger, better, and smelled nicer. But this Whole Foods did not dissapoint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aisles upon aisles of cohesively organized items awaited me, and I was dying to explore. Granted, some items were un-impressively overpriced, but others were a welcome amount below those of other stores here. And, to top it off, I got a new toothbrush with the fennel flavored toothpaste that I used to love. (I know I'm wierd to love a flavored toothpaste, shhhh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2554397283573427067?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2554397283573427067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-foods.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2554397283573427067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2554397283573427067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-foods.html' title='Whole Foods!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-9209888680065348850</id><published>2010-03-08T18:27:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:40:18.043-10:00</updated><title type='text'>That works too...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt out of the loop in your own life? Haha&lt;div&gt;Today was the school performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream, and we had a lot of fun. But, more importantly it was the last show, of that particular play and for this year. Next quarter we're just doing a talent or variety show. It isn't going to be the same! I'm so sad and, as Jalen said, "What am I going to do with all my time now?!?" because drama's been sucking up our lives. I'm going back to track practice, and then there's spring break. And on Wednesday there's a cast party, which I have to bring something to... what should I make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress (I've always kind of wanted to say that...), back to what I was going to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After todays show, my mom and Roxi's mom (Viktoria and Viki :) stayed after and helped clean up. Since Viki is Jalen, Roxi, Aaron, and Kristen (Roxi's friend)'s ride, they all stayed and helped, plus me. (and CJ. And Kristen the Director), which was actually a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was sweeping up some glitter off the floor (thanks to the fairies for putting it EVERYWHERE) :D And talking to Kristen the Director about something, Jalen, Roxi, Aaron, Kristen and Viki were all discussing something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was turning around, Viki exclaims "Did you really say that Azure?!" And I say "What? When did I say what?!?" And Jalen and Roxi and Aaron all go "Nothing. Really" and I ask again. And they all deny it. All I'd heard was scraps of their conversation that went along the lines of "Wait, azure said you could ask her?" and "So what's gonna happen?" and "What about....?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still have no idea what they were talking about. I feel like I'm somehow excluded from some elaborate inside joke about my own life. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-9209888680065348850?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/9209888680065348850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-works-too.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/9209888680065348850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/9209888680065348850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-works-too.html' title='That works too...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7878087161531196776</id><published>2010-03-06T23:30:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:06:19.655-10:00</updated><title type='text'>March 6th: My experienc of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" openning</title><content type='html'>It's 4:15 PM, I've just arrived back at school after an early rehearsal and some salad for lunch. The waiter looked at me like I was crazy when I ordered a salad for lunch, seemed to think it was about my self image. It wasn't! I was just worried I'd get sick to my stomach! I couldn't finish the whole thing, and most of what is actually keeping me alive right now is a tall glass of "Iced Mocha Frappe" from Stella Blues in Kihei, surprisingly delisious. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:45 In costume, waiting for my hair to be done by my mom. I'm beginning to get terribly nervous, and Jalen is too. I can tell, because as much as he jokes about getting me a bucket to spill my guts into, he wants to get one himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:15 I'm all ready. Helping out a little, mostly wandering around and wringing my hands. I looked at a script, helped some girls with their makeup, hugged Jalen a million times. I don't have my phone with me, and I don't even want to know what time it is. I can't wait for the show to start, but I can't think about it, or I really will need that bucket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30 We've moved into the world room. The fairies are having fun with the glitter and bells, the rustics are distracted. The lovers-Dylan, Natasha, Jalen, and I-rehears scene six. The scene we barely rehearsed, the most important scene. I'm anxiously channelling all my energy into remembering lines. Occasionally walking around. Smiling for pictures. Re-adjusting my costume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:45 I'm getting so antsy. We've finished practicing the scene, and we've all wandered off and started talking to other people around the room. There's glitter everywhere and everyone's pretty hyped up. Some of us are just sitting at tables, looking a little shell shocked. It's pretty surreal how well the whole thing came together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:15 I'm watching the clock, the occasional conversation. Re-adjusting someone's tie or helping someone with their lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:20 A glance at the clock. I'm really freaking out. But now we're doing the energy excercise. "Energy! Energy! All around! It brings you up, it brings you down!" We chant it over and over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:25 We all break, Jalen and I hug one last time. I tell a million people "good luck!" or "Break a leg!" and try to help Natash with her one last line she continues to forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30 I'm backstage. The show is starting. It's incredible and scary. I'm just sitting there, reading my lines over and over and over. then I hear my que!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[onstage, offstage, a million hugs are shared between all of us. The lovers especially.] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The play is over, it went so well. We're all beaming, we're taking pictures. People keep coming up to congratulate us, compliment us. We say Hi to all our friends and I must have hugged everyone I talked to. I hugged Jalen and Natasha a million times each. I felt the way I do after a rock concert. Amazing and hyped, I was also exauhsted. We got in the car and I could not stop talking about the play. I called my sister, we talked for some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home, I slept, and one of the best nights of my life came to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7878087161531196776?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7878087161531196776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-6th-my-experienc-of-midsummer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7878087161531196776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7878087161531196776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-6th-my-experienc-of-midsummer.html' title='March 6th: My experienc of &quot;A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream&quot; openning'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2147148664604193691</id><published>2010-03-01T18:06:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:17:57.452-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The occasional blogger.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm preparing to write a letter for an assignment but when I opened up pages I really wasn't in the mood so I figured it would be good to write something I actually feel like writing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my mom was going through some old stuff today and she came across these old chore list things. It had the list of responsabilities that went as follows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean Room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Make my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Hand up all my clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Put away ALL personal belongings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Nothing under bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Self Care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Brush my teeth (AM and PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Take bath/shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Put all dirty clothes in the laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Lay out school clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-take care of pets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;School&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Complete Homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Did I work hard and take pride in my lessons today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- remember lunch money, notes from teacher, overdue library books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Organize desk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-Pick up all personal belongings around the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-clean up after meals and stacks/take out trash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-did I treat my family with love and respect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that last one, I got a big red NO for a Wednesday. Because it was set up as a list and you would put a check mark at the end of completing all the listed things for each day of the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I look at it, I had a hard time on Wednesdays. I got the most incomplete stuff on Wendnesday. Just thought you guys might be infinitely interested in that. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2147148664604193691?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2147148664604193691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/occasional-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2147148664604193691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2147148664604193691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/03/occasional-blogger.html' title='The occasional blogger.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3826566677919794968</id><published>2010-02-27T08:58:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:21:48.270-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunamiiiii!</title><content type='html'>Hai. I know I haven't posted in a long time, I'm busy. I'm changing my goal a little, instead of posting every day I just want to have 365 posts by the end of the year. That means that I'll mostly be posting every day but I'll make up for the days I miss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there's a tsunami warning for all the Hawaiian islands. A lot of people are really sceptical that it'll even hit, because we've had other scares. But everything's still cancled. That means, my friends birthday party is happening still, but I can't go because I can't be on the roads and drama rehearsal is canceled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I baked a cake as a gift for my friend, and drama was pretty crucial because the play is starting really soon. Plus I was looking forward to it. But a lot of things could go wrong if the tsunami really does hit and it's bad. I'm freaking ou, because if it does happen I'm screwed. I want to go to school and extracuricular activities, I want all my friends and family to be okay. I really do hope nothing goes wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3826566677919794968?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3826566677919794968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/tsunamiiiii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3826566677919794968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3826566677919794968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/tsunamiiiii.html' title='Tsunamiiiii!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6616749148529922825</id><published>2010-02-19T13:41:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:52:48.546-10:00</updated><title type='text'>We can go on a midnight stroll and say Hey Hi Hello to friendly souls</title><content type='html'>heyhihello.&lt;div&gt;How are you today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEW BAND!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/heyhihello"&gt;Hey Hi Hello&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very pop, a little electronica, pretty indie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always enjoy a little fun indie pop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever so clever rhymes and very bubbly tones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're reminding me a bit of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/backseatgoodbye"&gt;Backseat Goodbye&lt;/a&gt; , but I think they're just unique enough for me to keep in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing else to say. I just came across these guys and felt like letting you know that I only have 100 pages of Catcher in the Rye left to read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6616749148529922825?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6616749148529922825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-can-go-on-midnight-stroll-and-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6616749148529922825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6616749148529922825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-can-go-on-midnight-stroll-and-say.html' title='We can go on a midnight stroll and say Hey Hi Hello to friendly souls'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3494060427694281784</id><published>2010-02-17T19:43:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:16:44.118-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay, I know</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in FOREVER. But I have a legit excuse! Plus, I was actually working on an essay, so does that count? I'll post the final draft of my essay to prove I worked!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My excuse: I was at a friends house without internet. I did have a ridiculous essay for Hawaiian History, only five paragraphs but DAYUM I HATE Hawaiian history. Please please please forgive me! I did take photo's though, so I'll upload them all today! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, since I haven't posted in a long time I'm going to have to update a bunch of stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/b&gt;: I spent Valentines day single and with two of my closest friends. We went out and saw Valentines Day (the movie). Personally, I didn't like it very much. The stories were cliche at best and the acting was mediocre, at best. It was enjoyable enough, and I'm glad I saw it, but it was mostly a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drama Club!!!!&lt;/b&gt;: I just LOVE drama club. I'm not generally all that into being involved in normal, everyday, teenage drama but they're so often connected. What do you guys think of a short story? Because the time I have between scenes had lead me to a lot of contemplation of my drama club friends. They're quickly becoming part of a little mini story, although... it's incredibly cliche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mexican Food! &lt;/b&gt;On Monday I ate at this little mexican place that I didn't know existed. It was actually pretty good, but much too salty. I'm one of those people that freaks out if there's too much salt on things. I'll eat it but every bite is a little bit of a wince for me. It's the same with salt, some people like their tea or coffee REALLY sweet (like my brother and sister, for example) but it makes me want to dispose of the drink immediately, except.. I need caffine. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, I'll post regularly again from now on (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3494060427694281784?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3494060427694281784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-okay-i-know.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3494060427694281784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3494060427694281784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-okay-i-know.html' title='Okay, okay, I know'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1594349682538569658</id><published>2010-02-12T21:48:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:18:27.244-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Olympics "Canada is the 'what' in What's New"</title><content type='html'>IN VANCOUVERR&lt;div&gt;I so badly want to visit Canada, I mean - they have tap dancing, violin players who have mohawks (or emo haircuts)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the whole presentation was a bit garish, but the pure individualism is so great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like they were just pulling all the stops to stand out, after the whole Beiging thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They probably figure, "we cant top Beiging, so we can at least out-wierd them"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which I'm all for, it's better to be wierd than boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, what was with the dancer snow people that were just hangin out in rows as the people from different countries walked up. I mean, I would be dancing just to keep warm, but I probably would have given up on the whole idea from the get go... not that my opinion really has much of anything to do with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the dancing choreography was just... special...so VERY special. But, I have to say that air dancing thing that happened with the prarie thing (that won't make any sense if you havent seen the olympics, or even if you have) Thomas Soulgrain? I dont know how his name is spelled but he was GOOD at that dancing in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of insulting canada/vancouver. I really think it'd be cool to go there. It's gotta be so beautiful, and there's just so much there to see, and it's so unique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The slam poetry was pretty cool, but I'm concerned with all this "so and so was discovered on youtube" because all the oldies might make it uncool. For now all the overly concerned and flighty teenagers are sticking to "that's just the lame popular stuff, I know the indie stuff" (or is that just me) and some are just going to really stick to the awesomeness of youtube, but I'm not so sure the awesomeness will prevail for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just LOVE Shawn White (which I had to throw in there), and I can't wait to watch the winter olypmics. Which I like more than the Summer olympics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1594349682538569658?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1594349682538569658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-olympics-canada-is-what-in-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1594349682538569658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1594349682538569658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-olympics-canada-is-what-in-whats.html' title='Winter Olympics &quot;Canada is the &apos;what&apos; in What&apos;s New&quot;'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-5017787134901180078</id><published>2010-02-12T15:19:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:52:00.194-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bada-bing!</title><content type='html'>Actually using myspace for the first time in about... hmm... a decade!&lt;div&gt;That would mean that you hadn't used myspace since you were like... four years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXACTLY!  (not!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I'll just keep going on like this until someone shuts me up. I'm totally frickin serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Forcibly removes hands from keyboard* Here! Have some delicious instant coffee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oooooh. that's pretty heavenly.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quite love coffee! But I'm not sure it's a good idea to be drinking ANOTHER cup.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However! I never drink coffee on days I don't go out, so basically only on Monday-Thursday. Because I don't go out on the weekends :P W00t! For effing up routines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.julianunes.com/"&gt;Julia Nunes&lt;/a&gt;, guys, Julia Nunes! Her new EP is out!! I so desperately want to buy her EP, the physical copy, with the poster and the DVD and all that lovely lovely stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the thing about digital music, (especially when it's free XD) but it's such a different experience. It used to be like, when I got an album I would put the CD in, take out the little booklet, read the acknowledgements and lyrics and look at the pictures. It was a whole experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm learning how to do that without the physical copy, but I don't like it as much. It's almost less monumental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm beginning to realize though, is that as the Internet/digital era (whatever you want to call it) advances, artists of all types are beginning to realize how to make their websites and information as worth reading, as much of an experience, as buying an album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm constantly changing my mind on weather I'm really into the digital era. I'm one of those people that just loves physical THINGS, books, cd's, letters, all of it. If all of that were compacted into one tiny laptop or iPod or phone, I feer I would feel sort of... constantly transitory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, I LOVE constant change, travel, growth and the digital age completely lends itself to that. For Chrissake it's BASED off of that. I just don't know if we'll ever find the right balance. I don't know if we'll ever be able to interface between the people that have all the physical items and cling to paper, and the people that live out of their laptops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-5017787134901180078?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5017787134901180078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/bada-bing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5017787134901180078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5017787134901180078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/bada-bing.html' title='Bada-bing!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2311167252108547589</id><published>2010-02-11T23:26:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:40:37.406-10:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you sleep at a time like this, unless the dreamer is the real you</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I'm so tired I can't do anything.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just pretend to be that tired so I don't have to do anything enthusiastically or inteligently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's a secret, so don't go telling my teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worst part, is some days I'll do things I have to do, like school, with a bunch of energy but by the time I get home I can't even watch a movie or do something fun. Take today for example, I sat down to watch a movie and fell asleep, I slept for 2 hours on the couch until I woke up. And now here I am, comitted as ever, writing to you guys (parden if any of this is totally incoherent, I'm sleepy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fighting the urge to simply write "I must sleep now" click post, and sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? Can I do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-... you do realize you're talking to yourself right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no I'm not! You're here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-..........exactly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really must sleep now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2311167252108547589?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2311167252108547589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-can-you-sleep-at-time-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2311167252108547589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2311167252108547589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-can-you-sleep-at-time-like-this.html' title='How can you sleep at a time like this, unless the dreamer is the real you'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7117411803375064361</id><published>2010-02-10T21:45:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:47:51.938-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I just put my ipod on shuffle to see what would come up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Best friends a-hitting on my sister Try to tell them that they still a wisher Cuz she already got herself a mister And besides that's gross to want to dis her  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. I hear the phone, it rings so violently Cant leave the room can't breath since she left me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Tou like the way that people stare at you Now you look so fake, just thought that you should know And you're all the same, and when the curtain drops down You'll be replaced by something typical  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see You can find out firsthand what it's like to be me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 5. If I crash on the couch can I sleep in my clothes?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. I am so homesick now for Someone that I never knew I am so homesick now for Someplace I will never be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. You held my hand and walked me home, I know Why you gave me that kiss it was something like this it made me go ooh ohh You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears, why did you have to go?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. You can't cound how many times I've heard people say Be proud of where you're from, you're gonna put us on the map But where the hell were you back in the day?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. What would you do , if it was you  Would you take everything  For granted like you do   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. I was afraid to walk The streets alone or by your side Just waiting for something That could save my life  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. For every grain of sand,  that you drew me pictures in.  there was one for every time that my, heart,  dropped, again.  so baby keep my heart beat b-beat beat beating   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Money, get away  Get a good job with more pay  And your O.K.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. My generation is zero, never made it as a working class hero  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. Oh whats the use between death and glory?  I can't tell between death and glory?  New labour and Tory  Pergatory and no happy families  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. So now I'm standing here alone, I'm learning how to live life on my own  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. And I never thought I'd feel this safe again In a million years And lying next to you, and hoping that it's true  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. I need those eyes to tide me over, I'll take your picture when I go  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. But I'd play with fire to break the ice And I'd play with a nuclear device Is it something I'll regret?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. I wanna catch you when you fall I wanna be the one you need I wanna be the one you breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 20. I'll pack my bags I swear I'll run - wish my friends were 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 21. Everyone you see is half asleep and you're on your own  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. This life has been no holiday, a complicated situatuion I'm fine with all my memories  Still I could use a vacation  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. Gravity, stay the hell away from me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. I should go back to Manhatan It's just a train ride away I know nothing bout leaving but I know I should do it today  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl but she doesn't have a lot to say...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. I don't know who I am anymore Not once in life have I felt real, but I;ve never felt this close before  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. Let's watch this city burn from the skylines on top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. Breakin my back just to know your name seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 29. Making light of these dark days Another time and place To put this trouble behind us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 30. Sirens warn eminent doom He can breathe in water yeah And super tail can stop the danger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you guess the songs and artists? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7117411803375064361?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7117411803375064361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-put-my-ipod-on-shuffle-to-see.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7117411803375064361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7117411803375064361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-put-my-ipod-on-shuffle-to-see.html' title='I just put my ipod on shuffle to see what would come up'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6569704894957324560</id><published>2010-02-09T21:05:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:33:35.644-10:00</updated><title type='text'>okay. WOW.</title><content type='html'>Wow you guys, I swear to the Harry Potter Series, I typed up a blog post last night. I did it on my iPod touch because my computer was being slow, and it said that the post had been published. But, appantly, it had not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did my post not get published, my post was not saved in drafts. &lt;/div&gt;I later found out this was due to a lack of internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times like these I want to curse the internet for ever being so tempremental. and they say girls have PMS! THE NERVE!! But then I appologize, I love the internet, faults and all, and I decide it's best to curse my brother for not setting up the modem more efficiently, or dragging me off to play video games. Or curse my father for having a computer that can't connect to our old modem. *sigh* Life's hard, ya'know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, in all seriousness, this was incredibly frusturating. I go to school, finish all my homework, spend hours in Borders, and return home to find that my blog wasn't even there for yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I really said, was that my brother bought a new video game called Little Big Planet and we played it for a while and went crazy with decorations. See, three paragraphs summed up into one sentence (even though... I'm pretty sure that one's a run on). I was going to do a re-write, but the thing about blogging is that (for me at least) it's a series of thoughts, not something I really ponder until it's already out on the paper (0r rather, screen).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm thinking maybe something like a three strikes system. This is the first time I've missed a day, so if I miss two more days then you can make me do something awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like... run a long distance event in track (although, that might lead to my death/utter humiliation/depression) &lt;--- MELODRAMATIC MUCH??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Listening To&lt;/b&gt;: The Vitamin String Quartet Tribute to the Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading&lt;/b&gt;: Catcher in the Rye by the recenlty deceased J.D. Salinger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mood&lt;/b&gt;: Tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6569704894957324560?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6569704894957324560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-wow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6569704894957324560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6569704894957324560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-wow.html' title='okay. WOW.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1742546525639887859</id><published>2010-02-07T22:10:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:54:15.070-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, guess what!!?</title><content type='html'>I watched Objectified today!&lt;div&gt;And before I can get into another argument with myself about weather you guys actually know what the hell I'm talking about EVER, I'll just explain things a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Objectified is a documentary film about everyday objects and how they're designed. How each item in a room, every piece of furniture, has a story behind it. Designers from all over the world talked about what's important to them in the design process. Some of which I missed because the version I saw had spanish subtitles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...that TENDS to happen when you pirate movies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You, just shush. And get off your high horse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally, the cinematography was amazing. Every angle and focus was great, making a little documentary a great film. You should probably go find it and watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(someday I'll buy it, I promise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1742546525639887859?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1742546525639887859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-guess-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1742546525639887859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1742546525639887859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-guess-what.html' title='Hey, guess what!!?'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8074140730342618888</id><published>2010-02-06T23:20:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:38:42.746-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost pumpkin time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi. I'm a failure lately, I have no originality. But whatever. Someday soon I have faith that originality will hit me like a wave and no one else will be able to compare. Sometimes I have to give everyone else the chance to catch up, ya'know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, these surveys are a little addiction of mine (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;WHAT IS YOUR GREATEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;.... Fear itself? or...  running out of time. or making the wrong choice... And spiders. (But that's just because I wanna be cool like Ron Weasly)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WAY OF SPENDING TIME?&lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOD. *ahem* I have no idea where that came from. I like to spend time doing something cool and creative (:&lt;br /&gt;WHICH LIVING PERSON DO YOU MOST ADMIRE?&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people I could list, but maybe I'll go with My big sister (for the cheese factor)&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE FICTIONAL HERO?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... I don't suppose Dorian Grey counts as a hero?&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE YOUR REAL-LIFE HEROES?&lt;br /&gt;crazy influential amazing artists who do everything (:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOST TREASURED POSSESSION?&lt;br /&gt;Books. Stuffed animals (Spice Kitty, Celery/Parsley, Ellie, etc.), My CD's and stereo, My big collage, my book of notes, my cat, there are lots (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;WHEN AND WHERE WERE YOU HAPPIEST?&lt;br /&gt;So far? Last year, AAR concert. But there's more to come (:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOST OBVIOUS CHARACTERISTIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;You'll have to help me on that one. I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE TRAIT YOU MOST DEPLORE IN OTHERS?&lt;br /&gt;Co-dependance.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU MOST DISLIKE ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;I really like the way I look. Although, my life would be easier if my hips were a tad smaller.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER YOUR GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT?&lt;br /&gt;So far... learning and being ambitious, having dreams.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;New York City (:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT YOU MOST DISLIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Talking to boring people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;WHAT DO YOU VALUE MOST IN YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor and their unique personalities.&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO DIE?&lt;br /&gt;............ AWESOMELY. Duh. XD&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO (WORDS YOU LIVE BY OR THAT MEAN A LOT TO YOU)?&lt;br /&gt;Hakuna matata? (:&lt;br /&gt;WHO HAS BEEN THE GREATEST INFLUENCE ON YOU?&lt;br /&gt;proabably my mom, sister, brother, and every artist and musician I know of. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8074140730342618888?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8074140730342618888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-almost-pumpkin-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8074140730342618888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8074140730342618888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-almost-pumpkin-time.html' title='It&apos;s almost pumpkin time!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-5576467124040285485</id><published>2010-02-05T23:24:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:57:51.497-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhh SNAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S203S6WY8-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rQB5nb1rpu0/s1600-h/Photo+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S203S6WY8-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rQB5nb1rpu0/s320/Photo+108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435061123346396130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Valentines day is coming up. Prepare yourselves for a playlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;in the meantime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[I put my iPod on shuffle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Opening credits: Seasons - Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up: Won't Got Home Without You - Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;First day at school: Tonight - Hard-Fi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Falling in love: Eileen - The Hush Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Fight song: A Rainy Day Song - Chase Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Breaking up: Hero - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life: I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To Dance With You - Black Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Getting back together: On The Run - Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Flashback: Said and Done - Meiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wedding: Beautiful Place - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Final battle: City Traffic Puzzle - The Hush Sound (i like that one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Death scene: Assassin - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Funeral song: ...Slowdance On The Inside - Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;End credits: Supermodel Robots - The Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-5576467124040285485?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5576467124040285485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/ohhhh-snap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5576467124040285485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5576467124040285485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/ohhhh-snap.html' title='Ohhhh SNAP!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S203S6WY8-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rQB5nb1rpu0/s72-c/Photo+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4970807433253175888</id><published>2010-02-04T19:56:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:26:11.837-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Call it what you will,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euMCu5IRRHM"&gt;Let's all get up and dance to a song, that was a hit before your mother was born...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had a math test, and for the first time in the history of my public school education, I checked all my work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6X-Uo8fFFs8"&gt;Four books look over your sofa, I thought your coffee table was more clever than that...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I re-realized that people my age have no manners, and I'm afraid of slipping into the oblivion of thoughtless teenagers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xzrC72Xv6pE"&gt;They'll name a city after us, and later say it's all our fault...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I watched someone go through the pain of watching someone you love, love someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWCzJo1Ggx0"&gt;Sew this up with threads of reason and regret, so I will not forget...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I voted on "best smile" for my schools yearbook, and I couldn't remember anyone's smile while the paper was in front of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4970807433253175888?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4970807433253175888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/call-it-what-you-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4970807433253175888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4970807433253175888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/call-it-what-you-will.html' title='Call it what you will,'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-402810588071937064</id><published>2010-02-03T20:30:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:38:20.459-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2prFutDj4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Xe3Mcdmo9QQ/s1600-h/2010-02-03+19.46.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2prFutDj4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Xe3Mcdmo9QQ/s320/2010-02-03+19.46.53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434273646556450690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://braxonmarcelas.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://braxonmarcelas.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of a friends poem thing. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spent long time reading it, so you should too (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-402810588071937064?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/402810588071937064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/heck-yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/402810588071937064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/402810588071937064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/heck-yes.html' title='Heck yes!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2prFutDj4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Xe3Mcdmo9QQ/s72-c/2010-02-03+19.46.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7295038397643642665</id><published>2010-02-02T21:31:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:32:08.641-10:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, I love you</title><content type='html'>I just watched the movie "New York, I Love You" and talk about inspiring!! I mean, the movie was based off of a premise and idea, basically a bunch of short films, all directed and written by different people. Then, all of them were finally edited together by this guy, Affonso Goncalves. That is some AMAZING stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my school wants to talk about group projects and twenty-first century skills, well, this is a huge example of how genius and useful it is. But, something my school FAILS to employ is this tiny little thing called motivation. This movie would have been a disaster if every person didn't do their part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, the movie is amazing. So I'll leave you with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPod Touch (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7295038397643642665?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7295038397643642665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-york-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7295038397643642665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7295038397643642665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-york-i-love-you.html' title='New York, I love you'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8105751542110843593</id><published>2010-02-01T20:58:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:23:26.838-10:00</updated><title type='text'>WELL!</title><content type='html'>I went to track practice today. My first track practice in... forever. &lt;div&gt;It was so incredibly painful. I mean, Coach said my running's improved a lot since last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is a way of saying, "you run like shit, but last year... welll... we won't even get into last year"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I should focus on lengthening my stride since "you have SUCH long LEGS! You can take one step, that's worth two of theirs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, lengthening your stride is difficult when you are OUT OF BREATH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I'm you know.. whiny about this type of thing at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me? Whiny? PSH. Neeeever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:::.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*No comment*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the thing I like about running (prepare for a cliche!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you ready for this kids? You sure!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay- the CLICHE thing I just love about running is that I'm so caught up in breathing and staying less than 4 feet behind the closest person to me, and putting one foot in front of the other, and lengthening my stride, that I have no time to focus on anything about my life. Or at least, no time to focus on anything about my life without dying a painful and bruise infested death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And next time I'm bringing two water bottles!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Additionally, I love clubs and teams. I may be a complete failure when it comes to team sports&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cutscene*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Team Member 1-&lt;/b&gt; Hey! Hey Azure! Can you Pass that ball to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azure-&lt;/b&gt; *tries and fails to throw ball*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Team Member 2-&lt;/b&gt; Don't even worry about passing it, just get it to the goal, not that hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azure-&lt;/b&gt; *tries and fails to get it into goal*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;------LATER THAT PRACTICE---------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Team Member 2-&lt;/b&gt; Hey, why don't you try again, you can get it into the goal now Azure!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Azure-&lt;/b&gt; no. I give up. I'll cheer, but I'm not playing. ADUE! *dramatic exit*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*end cutscene*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's something like how it usually goes.. NOT PRETTY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty funny though, if you aren't the team members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say, if you're me. Well... then it's a blast! But... the other people on the team are kinda screwed. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeez, Azure, that isn't funny!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You, you just shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....We've DEFINITELY had this conversation before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Just... NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, you're wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Azure, no means no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHUSH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-...........you fail at life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah? Well, so do you. By default. HAh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-oooooh. you're soooo cleeeever Azure....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm thinking, at this point maybe I should name the other self that I always get in arguments with...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(don't bother yourself trying to understand me right now. It's Monday. just... Chillaxx.... )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's cool when there's like, a whole group of people that pretty much have to help you out, even if for their own sake. (that's the evil plan, you see.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, teams can be scary as heck. Like the basketball team at our school is all super close, and it's all guys. So they know every little bit of gossip about eachother, who everyone else on the team likes, blah blah, it's awful. REALLY. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8105751542110843593?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8105751542110843593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8105751542110843593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8105751542110843593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/02/well.html' title='WELL!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-935491957879298609</id><published>2010-01-31T17:53:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T19:38:47.223-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrepressed yet Unexpressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This lack of motivation is taking of my time... [&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nevershoutnever"&gt;nevershoutnever&lt;/a&gt; anyone?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm currently without inspiration or real determination.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time as feeling very accomplished because I've blogged every day of this month, except for the first day (at which point I hadn't started yet) I'm also completely unfocused and uncompelled to be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first month of the year has passed by, and I've begun to feel more in debt, like there are things that I'm behind on, rather than ahead. Thing is, I've been acomplished more in this month than I have in a long time. I've blogged every day, taken a photo everyday, given thoughtful gifts I made on my own, gotten good grades, read two books, met new people, gone running consistently, there are thousands of things to be proud of. However, I've also gotten myself in the mode of acomplishing things, making things, CONSTANTLY. And I can't decide how happy I am about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a million things I'm dying to do, a million ideas floating around my head, but they somehow seem just out of my reach. If only I had or could do this or that, like I'm biding my time. A feeling I'd escaped so far this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having such a hard time focusing, I can't even read Marly's Gohst (by David Levithan) which I was SO excited to get. Nothing really grabs my attention. I barely complete the set of things that need to be done before tomorrow, clean the house, finish my homework, then I turn to creative works and can't get anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been working at this contest [&lt;a href="http://intergalacticstock.deviantart.com/journal/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;] but am without inspiration. I've been taking pictures and writing blogs with little enthusiasm and no real effort. I don't know, I'm feeling uncharacteristically depressed about my lack of creativity, but I suppose that's to be expected when I start expecting more out of myself. Anywho, I've not much to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should definitely check out the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ministryofmagicmusic"&gt;Ministry of Magi&lt;/a&gt;c, of the Wizard Rock genre. It's pretty epic, if you're a Harry Potter Fan that is (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-935491957879298609?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/935491957879298609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/depressingly-unproductive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/935491957879298609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/935491957879298609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/depressingly-unproductive.html' title='Unrepressed yet Unexpressed'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8401784053384280128</id><published>2010-01-30T21:13:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:27:09.062-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lovely, lovely bones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the movie tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot of components involved in me evaluating a movie, one of which (if the movie is based off of a book) inclued "Movie vs. Book" but I haven't read the book, so I can't include that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artistically, the movie was just amazing. The cinematography was so clever and added so much to the suspense of the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The british boy, the one Saoirse was gonna get with at the Gazebo, was pretty adorable. However, men in turtlenecks... *shudders*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something about it is just... awful to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The acting, oh my! Stanely Tucci is simply genius, as usual. And Saoirse (does anyone else know how to pronounce her first name??) Ronan is really a great actress, but I wonder what acting that kind of thing does to someone, how it affects them? I suppose it's all a matter of who the person is. However, was anyone else as annoyed by that asian dead girl? The character was just awful. And I got annoyed with the end scene where the murdered-by-stanely-tucci club all skipped off to... was that really heaven? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm curious about the book, because the movie was so incredibly visually, was the book like that too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8401784053384280128?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8401784053384280128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/lovely-bones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8401784053384280128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8401784053384280128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/lovely-bones.html' title='Lovely Bones'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3097150819838576095</id><published>2010-01-30T13:34:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T14:08:49.642-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentionally Careless</title><content type='html'>Dearest Rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you just hang on for 40 minutes while I go for my run every day, and then I will happily adore you for the rest of my life? Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I adore thee, but, you always stop at the most inconvinient times. Late at night, or early in the morning. Times when I cannot, will not, go for a run. You're beautiful and when you aren't around I crave your presence, but it's to hard for me to accept you constantly interupting my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll give you some time to ponder this, please understand. I'm still crazy about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Azure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Anyone else experiencing some difficulties with the constant rain? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3097150819838576095?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3097150819838576095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/unintentionally-careless.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3097150819838576095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3097150819838576095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/unintentionally-careless.html' title='Unintentionally Careless'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3615650917823807197</id><published>2010-01-29T22:22:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:31:15.967-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar Liar, pants on fire!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2P8Wvo-k1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uAdOv9Myw6s/s1600-h/100_1113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2P8Wvo-k1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uAdOv9Myw6s/s320/100_1113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432463043214611282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Holy crap, how are my pants on fire and I didn't notice!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is it invisible flames, that don't burn you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OH, it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, that's alright then isn't it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sorry, that was unnecessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I bought some new shorts today (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;They were in this little boutique in Paia, called Rose's Boutique, which I've never been into before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Consequentially, I didn't know there was a little closet in the back full of used/vintage clothes. Adorable Billabong shorts - $19.75 *bought*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adorable Betsy Johnson Dress - $46.75 *couldn't afford ):*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Discovering a vintage boutique with a limited selection that you can sell old clothes to- priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Wellll... not priceless, but FRICKIN AWESOME. That's what those commercial people mean anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm crazy about discovering things other people I know don't know about. Obviously, this means I am a very generous person who loves to share things with others. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...we need a sarcasm font, my brother suggests &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;italic bold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I think I'll go with that. Here we go again - Obviously, this means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;very generous person, who just LOVES to share thing with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; What do you think? It's a pretty great effect, but there are definitely some tweaks that need to be made... Hmm... I'll get back to that later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whenever I discover a shop, musician, author, book, or website I have to make a point of "I found this on my own" blah blah blah. I hate people that do that though. I'm such a hypocrite. Haha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(don't ask why I'm smiling... It's probably because I don't know what I'm even talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This little addiction to being the one to discover things goes all the way back to my early childhood. I remember, I used to be in a shop (say, Borders) and I'd find a book that I'd want to show Mummy Dearest, and my sister would make me go show our mum. I'd be all "Make sure and tell mom that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; found it!!" Every now and then I'd even convince her and myself that I was the one to find something that she'd actually found. Well, I didn't convince her, she let me think that. Thats what big sisters DO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okay, let me just take a moment here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Have any of you guys noticed how NICE I've been lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I did not used to be a nice person. Well, I was a nice person , but only on the INSIDE. I wouldn't go around saying nice things about OTHER PEOPLE in public. But... maybe it's all an act. Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;|O.o| |o.O|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hayleyghoover.blogspot.com/2010/01/novelistic-coincidences.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;favorite blogger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;of mine once said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;it was little more than a disjointed attempt to get something-- anything-- up and online. None of its content was particularly witty or thought-provoking. There was scarcely any continuity from paragraph to paragraph, and none of it needed to be said, anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And that's how I feel about this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; So, goodnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3615650917823807197?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3615650917823807197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3615650917823807197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3615650917823807197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/liar-liar-pants-on-fire.html' title='Liar Liar, pants on fire!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2P8Wvo-k1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/uAdOv9Myw6s/s72-c/100_1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8481843403270748665</id><published>2010-01-28T18:01:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:28:53.871-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi. Commitments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2SkjXhTyQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-E4Xo_JyhG0/s1600-h/100_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2SkjXhTyQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-E4Xo_JyhG0/s320/100_0968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432647978031761666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J.D. Salinger died yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. DIED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it when authors die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Okay, okay, wait Azure. What makes you &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; sure that they know who J.D. Salinger is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh... he's a classic writer, people have to read The Catcher in the Rye for class ALL THE TIME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Yeah, sure. But they don't all memorize who it's WRITTEN by!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psh. They SHOULD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Oh shut up and inform your readers, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Rolls eyes* you're ridiculous. I'm just trying to talk about an author that dies, and you have to get all particular on who it is and what he wrote. Jeeez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- ... I'm ridiculous?! YOU're ridiculous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Okay, enough. I think I'm enjoying talking to myself too much. Hah. *ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho. J.D. Salinger, author of the Catcher in the Rye, died yesterday at age 91 (happy now?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard about it on NPR. I remember when I heard that Madeline L'ingle (&lt;-- I swear that's spelled wrong) died. It's so strange when an author dies. Because, if you read a book and the author's already dead, you're like, okay whatever. And if you read a book and the author is alive, it seems like... I don't know. That person is living their life and it's like, a current thing. So it goes from the this current life to being something that's over, dead, like the Latin language. The person stops changing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same goes for the death of any other type of artist, a musician, painter, writer, whatever it is. That persons growth stops, they become a stationary thing, their only embodiment is the things they created. The painting you hang on your wall, or the cd you listen to. There is no longer this constantly changing living person behind the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the NPR story I heard, and found very interesting. You can either listen to it or read it. &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=114186193&amp;amp;ps=cprs"&gt;Link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm sorry, I lied again. I was going to write about the iPad but then this happened and... Well... I won't make anymore commitments to you guys but, here might be another blogpost later on today about the iPad. We'll see. In the mean time you could read this &lt;a href="http://christiandavidholmes.com/blog/2010/01/27/new-stuff-isnt-new/"&gt;OTHER BLOGPOST&lt;/a&gt; about the iPad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here we go again, you really shouldn't have mentioned the iPad in a post about something else. Now all the comments are gonna be about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8481843403270748665?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8481843403270748665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/oi-commitments.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8481843403270748665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8481843403270748665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/oi-commitments.html' title='Oi. Commitments.'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2SkjXhTyQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/-E4Xo_JyhG0/s72-c/100_0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1040719802591368269</id><published>2010-01-27T20:35:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:00:00.333-10:00</updated><title type='text'>woot. let's muster some ENTHUSIASUM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2EzVFyU02I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qiFiFu6VNfw/s1600-h/100_1047.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2EzVFyU02I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qiFiFu6VNfw/s320/100_1047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431679063009055586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2Ewx7sRlFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ojmBri3d3GU/s1600-h/100_1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2Ewx7sRlFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ojmBri3d3GU/s320/100_1046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431676259980645458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Patrick Bristow visited our school. If you don't know who he is, you fail. JUST KIDDING! Hah! I didn't know who he was either, still don't. JUST KIDDING. Hah! Annoyed yet? I know I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Patrick Bristow is a comedian/actor and... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Bristow"&gt;blah, blah blah blah, blah&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;--click there for a wikipedia article on him (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was pretty funny, and we had a lot of fun asking him questions and stuff. In the end, my friend Elizabeth and I had planned to take a picture with him, since he's, like, famous and stuff. Haha. Then everyone pretty much tagged along with our idea, and we ended up with these pictures. We took our nice one and then we all did one where we ALL closed our eyes, like it was an accident. Pretty fun stuff (it's going in yearbook :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also had a lot of interesting things to say about acting, like that it's really worth spending a lot of time in acting schools so you really study it. And I got his autograph on my Midsummer Night's Dream script, which is pretty cooltastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel morally obligated to talk about the new iPad because I'm an apple kid, and I got the e-mail, and... it's important! But I'm much to tired, and have much to much math homework to do, so next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adue! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1040719802591368269?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1040719802591368269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/wooh-let.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1040719802591368269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1040719802591368269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/wooh-let.html' title='woot. let&apos;s muster some ENTHUSIASUM!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S2EzVFyU02I/AAAAAAAAAEk/qiFiFu6VNfw/s72-c/100_1047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4331699771901195839</id><published>2010-01-26T20:34:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:40:16.085-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdfighters are pretty much UBERcooltasticlly ninja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's another youtube video because youtube makes me happy, and youtube is where I spend my time. So, I'll do more writing later, when my brain isn't fried from to much school and waking up early, plus I exercised sooo much yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And MATH. Have you ever head of "solving a set of equations using inverce matrices"? Yeah. Lucky YOU. (Unless you have, in which case, I'M SORRY! It's a painfully long way to get an answer to a set of equations, as if already having 3 ways to solve a set of equations wasn't enough)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another of my favorite youtubers and an old favorite video of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeaaah, it's awesome. If these don't make you smile I'll be dissapointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8UL2mFWZqE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s8UL2mFWZqE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you should also check out &lt;a href="http://www.alexdaymusic.com"&gt;Alex Day's Music&lt;/a&gt; &lt;---CLICK! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4331699771901195839?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4331699771901195839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/nerdfighters-are-pretty-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4331699771901195839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4331699771901195839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/nerdfighters-are-pretty-much.html' title='Nerdfighters are pretty much UBERcooltasticlly ninja'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8203065106789725526</id><published>2010-01-25T21:03:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:06:10.322-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, okay</title><content type='html'>Sooo... as you may know I'm addicted to youtube&lt;div&gt;And Charlieissocoollike is one of the first people I subscribed to and still one of my favorite Youtubers. He just did a song. That I'm pretty much in love with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So without further adue... (is that spelled right? hmmm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this should make up for my bitter post earlier about Ke$ha, youtube tends to put me in a brighter mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5ZwnmJgC-g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5ZwnmJgC-g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8203065106789725526?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8203065106789725526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-okay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8203065106789725526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8203065106789725526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-okay.html' title='Okay, okay'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1204525565473155088</id><published>2010-01-25T19:30:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:51:54.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, relent. PLEASE</title><content type='html'>Have you heard about Ke$ha? &lt;div&gt;Obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, perhaps not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, that's beside the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE Ke$ha, just when I thought pop was getting a little bit better, along she comes. According to Entertainment Weekly she's a "hard-drinking new pop star who hates wearing pants, once suck into Prince's house, and recently knocked Susan Boyle off the top spot on the album chart" as if that's anything to be proud of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also according to Entertainment Weekly Ke$ha has Paris and Nicol Hilton, Britney Spears, Katy Perry, and Miley Cyrus "in her orbit." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO, I ask you, WHO would hang out with Miley Cyrus? It's pad enough when you only know her music, but being around her too? This can not demonstrate good taste on Ke$ha's part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, as bad as Ke$ha's taste may be, I'm much more upset by the taste of the general public. Apparently, last month her number 1 single "TiK ToK" (what is with this girls unnecessary spelling and capitalization errors, NOT COOL. You just look stupid. Plus you let everyone else think it's okay to screw up on capitalization, it isn't! [say's I, 'cause my opinion is so important]) anyway, apparently last months number 1 single set a record for the most digital tracks sold in a seven-day period by a female artested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and get this - another of her major accomplishments is that her album "Animal" knocked Susan Boyle's out of place while saying "but it's my turn, she had six weeks. That's a really long time!" sound like a little kid to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she was accepted to Barnard, and I totally love her comment that while her songs and lyrics are innaproptiate for most of her audience (well away from drinking age) it isn't her job to babysit the kids that buy her record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her sassy attitude is what got her where she is, and I respect that. But I really can't stand her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1204525565473155088?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1204525565473155088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-relent-please.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1204525565473155088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1204525565473155088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-relent-please.html' title='Oh, relent. PLEASE'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2671107154787569682</id><published>2010-01-24T21:41:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:46:21.155-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Playlist, right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be My Escape - Relient K&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runaway - Avril Lavigne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;California - Metro station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the adventure - Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Runaway - Linkin Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tonight - Hard Fi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Run Away - Staind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bigcitydreams - Nevershoutnever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everytime - Simple Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa - Vampire Weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV Show - Everclear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give Me Novacane - Green Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Road Trippin' - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 Dollar Engagement Rings - Chase Coy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Anthem - Good Charlotte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candle - Sick and Tired &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Perspective - Panic at the Disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death of a Cheerleader - Marcy Plaground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2671107154787569682?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2671107154787569682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/playlist-right-now.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2671107154787569682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2671107154787569682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/playlist-right-now.html' title='Playlist, right now'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-8952678223816554787</id><published>2010-01-23T23:04:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:36:27.518-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1wiB4Fq5TI/AAAAAAAAADY/jpmCKiMzYFA/s1600-h/2010-01-23+19.28.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1wiB4Fq5TI/AAAAAAAAADY/jpmCKiMzYFA/s320/2010-01-23+19.28.00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430252666333357362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've FINALLY seen Avatar. It was amazing. I got out of the theatre feeling like I'd just gotten out of one of those pod things in the movie.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have something to say. Please prepare yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE PLANTS IN THAT MOVIE WERE AMAZING.&lt;div&gt;Did anyone else not notice this? I mean, sure, they say the graphics were amazing. But the never say anything about the PLANTS on Pandora. I was in awe. And the animals were pretty cool too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ACTING! (yes, I've been moved to using capital letters. Although, it's like I never use CAPS LOCK it's always *shift*) But the acting was really amazing. Especially that of the Avatars. I LOVE the girl, Zoe Saldana, who was in the new Star Treck movie as well. And GIOVANI RIBISI! He played Parker something-or-other, the comander dude who said "Look at all that cheddar". He was great. Sam Worthington, he was pretty average. He basically just had to act like a dude. Admitedly, he did it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1wiX1QiQxI/AAAAAAAAADg/bEQXsVgygvs/s200/2010-01-23+16.17.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430253043530744594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 3-D was great, possibly revolutionary. It wasn't intense, and the only real "in your face" thing was when Sam Worthington was, like, walking through ash. And that was cool. Otherwise, it was just a certain depth. I didn't get a headache, although my eyes were a bit s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ore and the glasses were incredibly uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storline was like... Pocahontis meets Fern Gully meets Dinotopia. UN-ORIGINAL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, it was still entertaining. Hard to do, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to watch District 9...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-8952678223816554787?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/8952678223816554787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8952678223816554787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/8952678223816554787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatar.html' title='Avatar,'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1wiB4Fq5TI/AAAAAAAAADY/jpmCKiMzYFA/s72-c/2010-01-23+19.28.00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-689046676336800409</id><published>2010-01-22T20:18:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T22:58:41.018-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd-tastic (:</title><content type='html'>OMG! On January 20th, 2010 John Green became a father!&lt;div&gt;Whoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know, John Green is the author of some amazing books [An Abundance of Kathrines, Looking for Alaska, and Paper Towns], youtuber [with his brother on the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/vlogbrothers"&gt;vlogbrothers&lt;/a&gt; chanel], nerdfighter, married, and now a FATHER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super-duper exciting stuff! Haha, while he's on paternity leave from the vlogbrothers chanel Maureen Johnson is filling in for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maureenjohnsonbooks.com/index1.html"&gt;Maureen Johnson&lt;/a&gt; is another author who you may have heard of, she wrote 13 Little Blue Envelopes and other books, none of which I have read. However, now that I know her and John Green are friends, I'm more tempted. Haha. Funny how those things influence judgement. Heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dissapointed in myself for not knowing this already, but with my busy busy week I've not had time for youtube. I feel bad, it's almost like I forgot about an imporant date or something. But Youtube won't be mad, he's very understanding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-689046676336800409?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/689046676336800409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/nerd-tastic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/689046676336800409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/689046676336800409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/nerd-tastic.html' title='Nerd-tastic (:'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6421386183730681137</id><published>2010-01-21T20:33:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:37:55.691-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I'm going to shop about talking.&lt;div&gt;I mean, today I'm going to talk about shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[I'm scattered today, don't mind it]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I went shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1ooW2CRLTI/AAAAAAAAADA/rQbusePKYEA/s320/100_0939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429696673675816242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. When I went shopping, I found the most adorable outfit at Forever 21. I've been searching for this outfit practically my whole life. It's a black skirt with large box pleats, that falls a couple inches above my knees. And the top is a black vest, made out of the same material as the skirt, that can either be worn as a tank top on it's own or with a shirt underneath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. So then, I put it on hold. And called my father. He went and picked it up, but he isn't home yet, so I don't have it! Which, obviously, makes me very sad. But... I suppose... delayed gratification? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.P.S. Today my social studies teacher extended the due date for our big project, and CHEERED. However, tomorrow there's a virtual lesson/class in which I don't go to school, but I have to wake up early and get on my computer for an assignment. I hope you understand the problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and there's this AMAZING store on the mainland, and I love it's website, so you should go check it out, because there are awesome clothes there. Just sayin'. &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp"&gt;Click here (:&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/8093207591287724148-6421386183730681137?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6421386183730681137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-im-going-to-shop-about-talking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6421386183730681137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6421386183730681137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-im-going-to-shop-about-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1ooW2CRLTI/AAAAAAAAADA/rQbusePKYEA/s72-c/100_0939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1874981682078612934</id><published>2010-01-20T22:05:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:39:50.576-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pro's and Cons of... life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1gS0UcmdfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SLaLh_Ua8VA/s1600-h/100_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1gS0UcmdfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SLaLh_Ua8VA/s320/100_0919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429110040846300658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two options.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Option A: In which I stay up all night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To complete Option A I would most likely have to pull an all nighter, which would be bad for me, but good for my grades. I would stay up all night doing research, writing paragraphs, and assembling a timeline for Social Studies. While this may not seem like much, it's on Hawaiian History, which means it's incredibly difficult. As I've mentioned before, I have major issues with Hawaiian History. IT'S PAINFUL! However, the project is due tomorrow, except I'll almost deffinitely get an extension since I've been working hard and my teacher is very understanding. I'll also get time in class tomorrow, so it is urgent, just doable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Option B: In which I sleep, for once in my life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just recently got home from going to a great art show type thing for the guy my brother works for, Tom Sewell. And it's only 9:30 but I'm exausted to the point that I could actually sleep tonight, right now. Meaning I would forgo any thought of proactively finishing homework. Meaning I'd get enough sleep that I could actually be productive tomorrow with school, and not be too exauhsted to do my Friday virtual component.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it's a hard desision for me, because these two things are both way to important to me and I justgevgeeqfdcvVG M23333&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; M31C3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sFCFSEDdexxxxxxxxxxxxx22dxszxde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy... Shoot, I'm sorry, I guess that makes up my decision. I just fell asleep on the keyboard! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!! (I'm exahusted, sorry bout the lazy post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1874981682078612934?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1874981682078612934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/pros-and-cons-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1874981682078612934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1874981682078612934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/pros-and-cons-of-life.html' title='The Pro&apos;s and Cons of... life'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1gS0UcmdfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/SLaLh_Ua8VA/s72-c/100_0919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4757924074972996482</id><published>2010-01-19T23:27:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:41:46.834-10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Complicated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1bM0wg836I/AAAAAAAAACw/7UhjEtLH3w0/s1600-h/100_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1bM0wg836I/AAAAAAAAACw/7UhjEtLH3w0/s320/100_0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428751607590084514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my mum, brother, and I went to the cinema and watched It's Complicated. The film with Meryl Streep, Alec Baldwin, and Steve Martin in it. I was dying to see the movie, because I absolutely adore Meryl Streep - her acting, her personality, and her general classiness. But it also looked charming, funny, and sweet. Something I've missed in movies, because really, who needs to watch a sad movie, or a movie that's dissapointingly not entertaining, when the life you live is just so... not picture perfect. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course the charm of life is that it isn't impossibly perfect, it's difficult and messy and depressing, but there are also the moments that are inexplicably and undenyably amazing, inspiring, funny, and unique. Which is also where the charm lies in a good movie. So there's conflict - something you can relate to, something juicy and more exciting than what you're used to - whatever it is, and there's resolve, and really amazing stuff in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, maybe I'm taking it a bit far. LIFE IS NOT A MOVIE, and I wouldn't want it to be. But my point is that along with pain there is beauty and fun, so please, please, please don't spend your life watchin war movies because you think there's some important message you missed the first time around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Complicated was a lot of fun, but more importantly than the story: I desperately want to live in the house that Meryl Streep's character lives in! With a gorgeous kitchen, garden, and one of those charming and adorable swing benches outside her house. And on top of that she owns a place called "The Bakery" where she, at one point in the movie, makes chocolate croisants in the middle of the night. AMAZING! Especially to someone like me who's just IN LOVE with food, cooking, and baking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was out late, and now I'm posting JUST before midnight, so I need some sleep (if I can manage it). Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4757924074972996482?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4757924074972996482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-complicated.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4757924074972996482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4757924074972996482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-complicated.html' title='It&apos;s Complicated...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1bM0wg836I/AAAAAAAAACw/7UhjEtLH3w0/s72-c/100_0899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1435184251005211139</id><published>2010-01-18T18:01:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:38:11.957-10:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture a day keeps... uh... forgetting away?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1UzduQpFSI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ncr7HGfJSHc/s1600-h/Unknown.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1UzduQpFSI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ncr7HGfJSHc/s320/Unknown.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428301511592056098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography. My oh my. I've been doing another 365 challenge, take one photo every day for one year. It's on flickr (there's a link on the side...). And, it was as a result of my sister, who recently moved away, yelling at me for not taking picutures of the important stuff that happens to me. While I'm still not one of those people that takes a camera everywhere, I'm gettin much much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, as  Claude Adams (a photographer) said "Having a camera makes you no more a photographer than having a hammer and some nails makes you a carpenter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I'm more likely to be called 'someone moderately good at taking photo's' than a photographer, and my passion lies in being in front of the camera (not behind it) I've been quite enjoying myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with blogging, I spend rediculous amounts of time trying to think of SOMETHING, ANYTHING to take a good photo of. Which has lead me to a list. Because sometimes I have awesome ideas, but I've already taken a photo, or I dont have my camera. Ditto with blogging. I have another friend who's doing the 365 photo challenge, Makena, and her link can be found in the side as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My list for what to photograph for the day can be found on my listography, which, lo and behold, is also linked in the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like there should be a name for the side, but it feels wrong to call it "The Sidebar," "The Doobly-Doo," or any of those things (yay for you if you have any idea which youtube chanel I'm referencing when I say "The Doobly-Doo") because those are youtube terms, and this is not a youtube channel. Alas, it shall remain as "Side" for now. And this photo has no relevance to the post, I just LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1435184251005211139?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1435184251005211139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-day-keeps-uh-forgetting-away.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1435184251005211139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1435184251005211139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/picture-day-keeps-uh-forgetting-away.html' title='A picture a day keeps... uh... forgetting away?'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1UzduQpFSI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ncr7HGfJSHc/s72-c/Unknown.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3608090391965794749</id><published>2010-01-17T18:43:00.007-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:54:45.412-10:00</updated><title type='text'>In which Azure... uh... spews random information at you?</title><content type='html'>My sister and her boyfriend (Chanterelle and Christian)'s anniversary is coming up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th they'll have been together for a year, which is just SO adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Azure, were you being sarcastic there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Psh. Me? Sarcastic? Whaaat?&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up. Be nice&lt;br /&gt;Me: Me? Nice? How?&lt;br /&gt;... Okay ... just blog already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like I'd ever listen to YOU&lt;br /&gt;... I am you&lt;br /&gt;Me: oh... right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made them cookies, except her boyfriend is boring, so I had to make two DIFFERENT kinds of cookies: Sugar cookies, and Linzer Hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut them both in the shape of hearts, and now I'm working on a valentines card. So you're lucky I'm even posting! No... you aren't all that lucky... you just have to put up with it... sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they're almost done baking. And I'm excited, because I always get happy when I finish baking cookies. Haha. Yeaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh internet, how I love thee.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me! I REALLY need to memorize the lines for the play I'm in right now, I play Helena in Midsummer Night's Dream... I've barely looked at the script and I have to have my lines memorized by Wed-nes-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a large amount of time on StumbleUpon.com today, time well spent my friend, time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1ZTiyy/www.marriedtothesea.com/011210/record-wishes.gif , http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/15hdGo/www.wesleyburt.com/drawingsamples.html , http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2AwYRS/haha.nu/creative/creative-photos-by-chema-madoz  , etc.)&lt;br /&gt;And in case you wanted to know how to hollow out a book: &lt;a href="http://how2dostuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-make-secret-hollow-book.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . I love google...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS if you're in the mood to watch some funny vlogs on Youtube why don't you go subscribe to:  http://www.youtube.com/user/CRYSonline or http://www.youtube.com/user/charlieissocoollike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well, that pretty much sums up my day. I'll think of something to focus on tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3608090391965794749?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3608090391965794749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-azure-uh-spews-random.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3608090391965794749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3608090391965794749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-which-azure-uh-spews-random.html' title='In which Azure... uh... spews random information at you?'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-2003050712029550264</id><published>2010-01-16T16:10:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T13:19:16.883-10:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my ipod...</title><content type='html'>Okay, I lied. &lt;br /&gt;Well, not really lied. I mean... I changed my mind, sort of. Jeez, I am very non-commital right now. &lt;br /&gt;I told you I'd do my list of things to do before I die today, but I'm not going to. I'll do that eventually... I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, today I got a new app for my iPod Touch. And obviously, that gives me permission to disregard some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new app is called Couch to 5k and it designed to help get you in shape by following the simple directions they give you, every other day for thirty minutes. I don't take well to direction, but I also lack motivation. And I've been trying to run and excersize since 8th grade, when someone convinced me it would be a good idea to join track because I have long legs. LIES! I'm not a good runner. I DIE if I run for any more than, like, 2 minutes at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start off with a 5 minute warm up, then alternate between 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking, then a cool down. That's the first day, and I survived it!! W00t!!! I actually feel really great about myself, and I plan to keep it up. The idea is that by the end (it's supposed to take 9 weeks) I'll be able to run 3.1 Miles without stopping or walking, and that's pretty much one of my goals. &lt;br /&gt;"Become one of those people that can just 'go for a run' and not DIE in the process" so YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way to enthusiastic about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I found myself running to Dir en Grey, which is Japanese Metal music, I was like... WTF? but it's actually very theraputic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it was all sunny today, but there are parts of the street that are shaded by trees. And so I'd run back to the shady parts and avoid the sunny parts. Today must have looked so odd to my neighbors...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-2003050712029550264?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/2003050712029550264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-ipod.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2003050712029550264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/2003050712029550264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-my-ipod.html' title='I love my ipod...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4538543008821390488</id><published>2010-01-15T18:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:25:40.657-10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Buried Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1Fp7U5iSWI/AAAAAAAAACI/gS7zpUPqrZ0/s1600-h/100_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1Fp7U5iSWI/AAAAAAAAACI/gS7zpUPqrZ0/s320/100_0817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427235493901388130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I say MTV I know you all cringe. &lt;br /&gt;MTV IS a painfully mainstream station, and the only MTV channel that actually plays music is MTV Hits Playlists. And most of that is not that great. &lt;br /&gt;But I like MTV.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I said it, go ahead, be dissapointed with me.&lt;br /&gt;Like I care what you think, psh. No, wait, don't go! I'M SORRY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that we've all calmed down, taken some deep breaths, the usual. I can go on. &lt;br /&gt;*Phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's a new MTV show called The Buried Life. It's four guys from, well, I know they're all from the same town, but their website won't tell me specifically. They look like Iowa boys. SO midwest. Anyways their website ( http://www.theburiedlife.com/ ) will tell you anything you want to know (except for where they're from).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These four guys are on a mission to complete their list of 100 things to do before they die. And inspire others to do the same. It's a great concept, and I actually love the idea. So what's your list of things to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;(I'll tell you mine tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that this post was a bit weak, but I'm recovering from another of my 365 challenges, exercise/run daily for at least 10 minutes. It's hard for an inactive nerd like me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4538543008821390488?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4538543008821390488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/buried-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4538543008821390488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4538543008821390488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/buried-life.html' title='The Buried Life'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1Fp7U5iSWI/AAAAAAAAACI/gS7zpUPqrZ0/s72-c/100_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-4795305678194311313</id><published>2010-01-14T20:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:59:39.783-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd alert...</title><content type='html'>Are you interested in a timeline of modern Hawaiian history, pre-overthrow? Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I'm supposed to be doing right now, and it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not about Hawaiians or their history. Or my utter dislike of social studies, and ESPECIALLY anything that combines Hawaii and Social Studies/History. WORST COMBO EVER. You think cottage cheese and jello sounds like a bad combination? Try Hawaii and History, I swear to you it's worse. But, no, that isn't what I was thinking about. I was thinking about Layers gum, have you tried that stuff? It's amazing (here, watch this add: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tviPLpD8VG8 PRODUCT PLACEMENT! XD nah, I don't know. It's just amazing gum, alright? Alright). But what I'm really here to talk about is... Teachers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know, (all. Haha. Who am I talking to. sheesh) I am a big time nerd. So I actually think it's kinda interesting, bear with me. So far, I've had about 3 different teacher in each core subject, and I've noticed some connections. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science teachers, generally my favorite. While I like the subject, I like the teachers more (that sounds weird, but it's not. Chillax). So far, all the science teachers I've had have been very sincere and they were all genuinely into their subject. I know it sounds lame, but it's incredibly cool when you can see that the person teaching the subject is really passionate about it. They know what they have to say is important, and as a result so do I. I have a lot of respect for all of the science teachers I've had, they're some of my favorite people (at least, people in a position of authority). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies teacher, ohhhhh my. They've all actually been pretty cool, but I never get along with Social Studies teachers. They'll say I'm a great student, I'll say they're great teachers, but I get so smart alecy in their classes. And... they don't like that.  At least, two out of the three hated it. With them there's no such thing as:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Azure, stop talking to your friends. &lt;br /&gt;Me: but this is social studies... I'm studying social interactions!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: HA HA very funny, now shush&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why? I know everything that you just said...if you want I can repeat it back to you&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: But what about the person you're talking too&lt;br /&gt;Me: I explain everything to her anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Don't be so disrespectful to your peers. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English teachers, the group I have the least experience with. One thing I can tell you is that the above conversation with an English teacher would go something more along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: You're talking, I'm talking. One of us needs to be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Azure: But I know what you're saying, and I explain everything to the people around me either way...&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: oh yeah? What did I just say?&lt;br /&gt;Azure: *repeats lesson back*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Alright, that works for me. But don't complain that you have to spend a bunch of time telling the people you were chatting with how to do the assignment. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, English teachers seem more passionate and creative than other teachers I've had, even if they are doing essay writing lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math. Math, math, math. Math teachers. I either love em or hate em. No middle ground. I think, a math teacher is only good if they genuinely like math. And you can tell when they like math. The best math teacher I've ever had was a tuter I went to during 8th grade year and I learned more from him about algebra in the equivalent of a quarter than i had in a three at school because he was just so into math. He made it clear that it is indeed possible to find joy in something that seems as though it could have been designed specifically for your torture. ..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's my spiel. Not that interesting, but not that important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These kids are such a disgrace I need an older crowd. Mental stimulation, voter registration." &lt;- MC Chris, older crowd (check THIS out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ_-XXHDw-w )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-4795305678194311313?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/4795305678194311313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/nerd-alert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4795305678194311313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/4795305678194311313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/nerd-alert.html' title='Nerd alert...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7638260859781926334</id><published>2010-01-13T23:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:37:03.090-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Nation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S07lgfZK9-I/AAAAAAAAACA/tplmsIKaeVo/s1600-h/Nick-Jonas-And-The-Administration-Website1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S07lgfZK9-I/AAAAAAAAACA/tplmsIKaeVo/s320/Nick-Jonas-And-The-Administration-Website1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426526947373676514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, have you heard about Nick Jonas?&lt;br /&gt;He's doing a solo project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far a single has been released with a video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9GF_TlDcvc) and the album "Who I Am" will be released early February. Apparently the Jonas Brothers aren't splitting up, and the album was recorded in the two weeks where Nick was left on his own while Kevin spent time with his fiance and Joe went on vacation in Australia. I guess the little one got bored all alone... &lt;br /&gt;No matter, millions of teenage girls (and boys?) will probably buy it whether it's complete crap or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm actually looking forward to hearing what he comes up with. When the Jonas Brothers first album came out I loved it, listened to it for the larger part of my summer. The second album had some good tracks but, it didn't really get my attention. And I didn't even listen to the third album, because I was so sick of Joe Jonas. But Nick has always been my favorite and I'm actually rather intrigued. Hopefully it'll be bareable, because I got a friend who loves the Jonas Brothers to promise me a copy, and I don't want my ears to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S07ldttR6tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4AHzMCePxUk/s1600-h/ajonas-brothers-its-about-time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S07ldttR6tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4AHzMCePxUk/s320/ajonas-brothers-its-about-time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426526899676506834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although... I'm seriously concerned by the fact that Nick Jonas and the Administration (that's what they call themselves...) are claiming to be a rock group...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7638260859781926334?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7638260859781926334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/procrastination-nation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7638260859781926334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7638260859781926334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/procrastination-nation.html' title='Procrastination Nation..'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S07lgfZK9-I/AAAAAAAAACA/tplmsIKaeVo/s72-c/Nick-Jonas-And-The-Administration-Website1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-6414549669288509142</id><published>2010-01-12T17:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:28:16.716-10:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTRA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1FqhVltiXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ijajSeVZ1yc/s1600-h/100_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1FqhVltiXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ijajSeVZ1yc/s320/100_0831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427236146921703794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else as excited and stoked about the new Vampire Weekend CD as me?! &lt;div&gt;Because I've been waiting for it since this week started and it's finally been released. I'm going to buy it next week, but for now you can listen to the full album on their website at http://www.vampireweekend.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so amazing. I absolutely love the tracks Diplomat's Sun and Holiday. The whole album is like the first album, but taken to the next level. It's inspiringly original. Every song has a different feel to it, yet they all fit together really well. The lead singers voice is clearly understandable and the lyrics are great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon listening has enused. I've listened to it 3 times already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was such a lazy post. UGH! sorry!!! I'm tired &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-6414549669288509142?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/6414549669288509142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/contra.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6414549669288509142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/6414549669288509142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/contra.html' title='CONTRA!!!'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S1FqhVltiXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ijajSeVZ1yc/s72-c/100_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-3524524033147605846</id><published>2010-01-11T18:46:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:07:58.634-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Playlist, can it wake me up?</title><content type='html'>This playlist can be put on shuffle, but this is a tentative order. It's &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to start off my day and whatnot. &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Day Sunshine - The Beatles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Day - The Click Five&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dental Care - Owl City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Best Day Of My Life - Jesse McCartney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gives You Hell - The All American Rejects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead! - My Chemical Romance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heartbeat - Stereo Skyline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let's Dance to Joy Division - The Wombats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good Morning Revival - Good Charlotte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sun - Maroon 5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost In Stereo - All Time Low&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunshine - The All American Rejects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey Man (Now You're Really Living) - The Eels&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How Far We've Come - Matchbox Twenty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sugar Rush - Cash Cash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shake It - Metro Station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See The Sun - The Kooks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time To Pretend - MGMT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Absolutely (Story Of A Girl) - Nine Days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad Sun - The Bravery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waldorfworldwide - Good Charlotte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I Can See Clearly Now - Screeching Weasel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You Make My Dreams - Hall &amp;amp; Oates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Comments? Suggestions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-3524524033147605846?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/3524524033147605846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/morning-playlist-can-it-wake-me-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3524524033147605846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/3524524033147605846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/morning-playlist-can-it-wake-me-up.html' title='Morning Playlist, can it wake me up?'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-1958577843359745911</id><published>2010-01-10T20:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:08:18.454-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yep, I'm 14 and that's my first haircut. Very dramatic, I assure you. About... 6 inches were cut off total. It's incredibly weird for me to have a blunt edge on my hair. Anyways, in other more important news...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0rOUPUBjYI/AAAAAAAAABw/B5f2VZ7ljoE/s320/100_0693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425375548224408962" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that means I have to sleep, somehow. So I'm leaving you with this puny little blog post. Sorry!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-1958577843359745911?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/1958577843359745911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1958577843359745911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/1958577843359745911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-my.html' title='Oh my...'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0rOUPUBjYI/AAAAAAAAABw/B5f2VZ7ljoE/s72-c/100_0693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7481880346805291394</id><published>2010-01-09T15:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:15:51.131-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates vs. Ninjas</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, I frequently visited Myspace. Now, I spend all the time that used to be devoted to Myspace, on Facebook. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to hate Facebook, intensely. I made an account, only because some of my friends wouldn't use Myspace, and I need to keep some semblance of communication going on with them. I almost never logged onto Facebook and when I did, it was to take quizzes and play games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myspace was always better, in my opinion, because it was more customizable and, a huge plus, it seemed like &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; was on it. But really, that doesn't make much sense because I claim the only reason I had a facebook was to stay connected with the people that didn't have a Myspace. In any case, I liked Myspace better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I spend almost all my social networking time (aside from the occasional Tweeting and rare Myspace message) on Facebook. More than anything, Myspace takes WAY to long to load, on an already slow computer (yeah, my macbook is slow, I went there) and it seems like no one is on Myspace anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like the age old battle - Ninja's or Pirates? The decision could change your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0lUIW8WPyI/AAAAAAAAABo/g7yMFaHgQBM/s400/100_0680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424959728718855970" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Okay, well, maybe not. But it is a big choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7481880346805291394?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7481880346805291394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/pirates-vs-ninjas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7481880346805291394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7481880346805291394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/pirates-vs-ninjas.html' title='Pirates vs. Ninjas'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0lUIW8WPyI/AAAAAAAAABo/g7yMFaHgQBM/s72-c/100_0680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-7166540584707468278</id><published>2010-01-08T02:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:51:06.507-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Do Reviews Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c1kmIvkFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kUPK6YEvSdA/s1600-h/jm-battle-studies-nov-9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c1kmIvkFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kUPK6YEvSdA/s200/jm-battle-studies-nov-9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424363179019833426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Okay, so, despite the fact that John Mayer's newest album, "Battle Studies", came out way back in November of oh nine (the seventeenth, to be exact), I've only recently really listened to it. Is it wrong of me to do a review this late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I was dying to do a Vampire Weekend review, but Contra isn't out until the 12th (even though it was supposed to come out in November as well, damn them! I was so looking forward to it too! But that's another blog post, on the 12th).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So I'm going to go ahead and review "Battle Studies" even though there are plenty of other albums, newer even, that I could review, I feel like doing this one. So there. Please don't hate me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; - John Mayer - Battle Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 1: Friends, Lovers, Or Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This song was just plain LAZY. There's two real verses. Other than that it's repetition, the beginning is all "Friends, lovers or nothing, there can only be one" and the rest is all "Anything other than yes is no, anything other than stay is go" etc. Over and entire four minutes and 13 seconds. Incredibly boring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 2: Heartbreak Warfare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This one is more interesting, I like the whole "love is war" etc. The lyrics "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Drop his name, push it in and twist the knife again. Watch my face, as I pretend to feel no pain" show the poeticism (I'm not sure that's a word...) that's lost in the first track. But the song isn't amazing. Just better than the first. Clever track organization, whoever did that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 3: All We Ever Do Is Say Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This track is... marginally better than the first track. Only a teeny bit less repetitious. And yet, 20 seconds longer. Mr. Mayer, how I wish you could actually write enough verses for your song lengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 4: Half Of My Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;The beginning guitar of this song makes me somewhat nostalgic for "Room For Squares" and I like it. The lyrics are also better almost as many verses as there are choruses, can we get a round of applause? The vocals are interesting, and there's the occasional variation in melody, bravo Mr. Mayer! However, I am upset that Taylor Swift was the female vocals. That's disappointing... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 5: Who Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This is the first track on the album that really caught my attention on my first listen to the album. I love John Mayer's mellow songs, like "Stop This Train" on Continuum. Not a lot of variation, but it's a mellow song (it went on my Lullaby play list), so I think that's okay. Plus, this song is only 2 minutes and 55 seconds, better. I love people that can pull of 4 minute songs, but sometimes it just doesn't work out, nothing to be ashamed of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 6: Perfectly Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This is a song I can say I just like. Because I'm single, and totally cool with it. I've had friends say to me, how do you manage to stay single for so long, and why do you want to, etc., etc. Although I have answers to this question, some just don't get it, so I love this song for that purpose primarily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 7: Assassin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Easily my favorite track of the album. When I saw the title, I just thought, John Mayer, you are awesome, thank you for making a song called Assassin. Because assassins are awesome. Plus, the song tells a story, which I love. Although the story is unoriginal (assassin gets conned by other assassin, blah blah) I still enjoy it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 8: Crossroads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This song makes me not want to like it. The intro annoys me, the whole song annoys me. It's short, and some may like it, but it's just not my style...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 9: War Of My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I like this track, better than the last. (Another strategic track placement, niice) It's got a cool balance between mellow and catchy. But I do wish the music would have been mixed up a little bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 10: Edge of Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;When this song played, I had to restart it so I could actually pay attention. When the track started playing I totally zoned out. The words and music blend together and it's difficult to really focus on it. I like this element as much as I dislike it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Track 11: Do You Know Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; I believe an album, like a book, should have a really good ending, and this one is appropriate. Once again, the song isn't spectacular, but the guitar picking and lyrics are nice and pull the album together nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;All in all, I think Battle Studies is a worthwhile album, 6/10 perhaps. I prefer John Mayer's older stuff, personally. But I also like that he's changing and doing some new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This post was a tad long, sorry, but at least I found the enter key!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-7166540584707468278?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/7166540584707468278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-we-do-reviews-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7166540584707468278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/7166540584707468278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-we-do-reviews-here.html' title='Can We Do Reviews Here?'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c1kmIvkFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kUPK6YEvSdA/s72-c/jm-battle-studies-nov-9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8093207591287724148.post-5819696593278680827</id><published>2010-01-07T15:38:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:08:31.769-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafticle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0aQsQelugI/AAAAAAAAAA0/S2awIH3S4RQ/s1600-h/100_0653.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0aQsQelugI/AAAAAAAAAA0/S2awIH3S4RQ/s400/100_0653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424181891226253826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yaaay!! I finished my first official craft of 2010. Well, second if you count the box I painted on New Years eve/day. But, it's an owl!!!! I'm so proud of myself for finishing it, and it took me about 4 days total. I'm going to give it to my friend as a birthday present, because she likes owls and purple, as do I. I'm almost tempted to keep it for myself, but it's more fun to share the things you do. I will not become a hoarder!! Haha, there was an episode on Oprah the other day about shoppers and hoarders, not that I watch Oprah or anything... *ahem* ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A couple days back I set out to find a craft to do that would suit my friend, since her birthday is right around now and I resolved that any gifts I give should be handmade, or at least somewhat crafticle on my part. (yep, another new word - crafticle: adjective - not fully a craft, but similar to one [i.e. painting a box, creating a playlist, etc.]) After numerous searches on the interwebs I came across an owl pattern that I thought would be possible to accomplish ( http://community.livejournal.com/trians_patterns/412.html ) since I'm not a very experienced knitter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I loved this adorable owl, and wanted to make it a bit more whimsical, so instead of using more realistic colors I used purple. Which, come to think of it, may have been subconsciously inspired by Barney...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8093207591287724148-5819696593278680827?l=azurelilliana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/feeds/5819696593278680827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/yaaay-i-finished-my-first-official.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5819696593278680827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8093207591287724148/posts/default/5819696593278680827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azurelilliana.blogspot.com/2010/01/yaaay-i-finished-my-first-official.html' title='Crafticle'/><author><name>Azure Lilliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15858075289511829094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0c6-OAyleI/AAAAAAAAABI/flAVHAtOJVM/S220/4004598322_7479c42ec5_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpxHfQFDb_E/S0aQsQelugI/AAAAAAAAAA0/S2awIH3S4RQ/s72-c/100_0653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
