<?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-18655883</id><updated>2011-10-09T22:12:13.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Shell Shocked</title><subtitle type='html'>la de da da...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-5607678609985272070</id><published>2011-01-12T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T09:36:46.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Michelle of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I missed out on this whole 25 things dealio while I was on my  mission, but I figured it would be a good way to start up the blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1.Those online quiz things are addicting.  I don't know why I have know  what shade of blue I am, but it seemed rather important ten minutes ago.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. I obviously spend way too much time on the internet. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. I have a strange desire to hike Mt. Kilimanjaro. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. I really want to get a cute short haircut, but I always chicken out at the last minute. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. One time a man in the cereal isle saw my cart and asked me, "Do you have a lot of kids, or do you just like cereal?"   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;6. I had 2 goldfish named Romulus and Remus, but oddly enough  only Remus survived.   Does that mean the fishbowl kingdom would be  named Reme?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;7. I can pronounce gyro correctly.   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;8. I have successfully roomed with the right group of girls to the  point where I have never had to purchase any furniture or kitchen  essentials.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;9. I love scouring the newspaper but end up mostly just reading the comics. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;10. As a small child, I pretended to be a Christmas elf and did  little things for my parents, but then I felt guilty for deceiving  them.  Little did I know WHO was being deceived...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;11. I think the world should be more friendly to people that go by  their middle names. Everyone wants to know why, and clarifying paperwork  is really exhausting at times. Is this really such a huge request? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;12. I once won an award for "The Little Engine That Could."  I have no idea what this really means. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;13. I sometimes misspell my own name.  The -elle and -ell at the  end throw me off when I'm in a hurry.  Plus e's and l's look rather  similar in my sloppy cursive.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;14. My current obsessions include: Hulu, grocery shopping, warm socks, my car, and making lists.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;15. Yes I'm a music major.  And no, I don't listen to only classical music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;16. I believe I have been to the symphony and the drag races in the same week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;17. I can name all the presidents in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;18. My sister likes to point out that her name is appropriately an  anagram for 'aimless'.  I'm still trying to figure out if 'hell mice'  can be applicable to my life.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;19. There are few things in this world that are greater than sipping a cup of hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;20. I have an irrational fear of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;21. There is a cardboard cutout of Taylor Lautner in my apartment at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;22. But it needs to go, because it's super creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;23. Turns out 25 things is a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;24. I'm gonna try to make my life more interesting by 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;25. But no promises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-5607678609985272070?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/5607678609985272070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=5607678609985272070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/5607678609985272070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/5607678609985272070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2011/01/michelle-of-2011.html' title='The Michelle of 2011'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-7029953837717340386</id><published>2008-05-15T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:30:16.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.indiana.edu/%7Eharpcomp/images/Logo%20small%20Lyon%20Healy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.indiana.edu/%7Eharpcomp/images/Logo%20small%20Lyon%20Healy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know, I am leaving for the coolest mission in about 3 weeks!   I am headed to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greece Athens Mission&lt;/span&gt; on June 4th.  This lovely event has allowed me to quit my also lovely job working as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harp tuner extraordinaire and shipping expert&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;a href="http://www.lyonhealy.com/"&gt;Lyon &amp;amp; Healy Wes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyonhealy.com/"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harp.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  So for all you who read my blog(aka Melissa) here are some of my favorite memories of my new old work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My work operates out of David O' McKay's old home.  The PTA also used this house for many years.  Needless to say, this house is pretty darn old.  When people come to the store they have to ring the doorbell, there are rocking chairs out on the front patio, and I once found a secret compartment in one of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I once broke one of the house's old windows with my bare hands while trying to get rid of some box elder bugs.  It would have been just awful-- if it wasn't incredibly hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.kennethcope.com/"&gt;Kenneth Cope&lt;/a&gt; came in once.  I should have ended the madness that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I also recently met &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travis_Meeks"&gt;Travis Meeks&lt;/a&gt;- the lead singer of the slightly famous post-grunge band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/daysofthenew"&gt;Days of the New&lt;/a&gt;. I was pretty sure he was going to rob our store when he first came in, but then he spent about two hours looking at our harps, singing to me, and telling me all about how he spent most of his life in a mental institution but that "the best ones do."  He of course didn't know how to play the harp at all, but apparently he wants to record with it on his next album. My boss finally came and intervened and (one hour later) somehow convinced him to by a music stand light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There were treats at every staff meeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-7029953837717340386?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/7029953837717340386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=7029953837717340386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/7029953837717340386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/7029953837717340386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-those-who-dont-know-i-am-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-9108384039732915263</id><published>2008-02-13T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:37:46.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm Review</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a semester and we're only approaching midterms. Here are some highlights and lowlights for you enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rainbowparkingpermits.com/images/stock-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.rainbowparkingpermits.com/images/stock-main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite lie-&lt;/strong&gt; Convincing my writing teacher that I am going to be a concert harpist when in reality I am not even taking any classes in the music building this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Least convincing lie-&lt;/strong&gt; Trying to forge hanging parking tags to put on the rear view mirror of my mother's van(nice ride, I know). My favorite was the one I made out of a Costco pizza pickup receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite class-&lt;/strong&gt; Kickboxing. Unfortunately, this is the only class I am not receiving a grade in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite person-&lt;/strong&gt; My UPS man. Okay, he's not &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; UPS man- but he's my work's UPS man, and he is just the friendliest person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Obsessions-&lt;/strong&gt; String cheese, the facebook graffiti application, my new glasses, and cinnamon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite coat-&lt;/strong&gt; I pretty much wear the same green coat ever day because it is dang cold outside and this lovely coat keeps me nice and warm. I have also received some excellent feedback on this coat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me: (raises hand to ask a question) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My institute teacher: Um... yes... You in the Vietnam coat. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not quite the feedback I was hoping for... but apparently my favorite warm coat was also used in combat. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musical discoveries-&lt;/strong&gt; sis melis and I have had an ongoing music exchange recently. My favorite new aquisitions have been selections from The New Pornographers, Brandi Carlile, and Kate Nash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncomfortable situations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning bright red every time I answer or ask a question in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally filling out a psychology class survey wrong and being asked to do a follow up questionnaire on my "current depression."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my blood pressure taken from a nurse with the worst bedside manner of any health care professional I know. I was pretty sure she was going to make my arm fall off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Things I'm looking forward to at the end of the semester-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's wedding&lt;br /&gt;The mish&lt;br /&gt;No more snow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-9108384039732915263?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/9108384039732915263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=9108384039732915263' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/9108384039732915263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/9108384039732915263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2008/02/midterm-review.html' title='Midterm Review'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-5330802273818783304</id><published>2008-01-22T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:03:27.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another reason why we love Tom Selleck</title><content type='html'>January 29th seems like such a great day for a birthday. So I took a look at my &lt;a href="http://www.famousbirthdays.com/"&gt;celebrity birthday buds&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorites include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Selleck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Tom_Selleck/magnum_pi_tom_selleck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.collider.com/uploads/imageGallery/Tom_Selleck/magnum_pi_tom_selleck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what could be greater than this discovery?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/10/30/oprah_wideweb__470x312,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/10/30/oprah_wideweb__470x312,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; (I feel an overwhelming sense of pride knowing that I share my birthday with the most powerful woman on the planet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;William McKinley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/william-mckinley-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.visitingdc.com/images/william-mckinley-picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;(Not the most photogenic president, but nothing says happy birthday like a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Large_denominations_of_United_States_currency"&gt;$500 bill&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jonny Lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.visualsound.net/images/artists/JohnnyLang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.visualsound.net/images/artists/JohnnyLang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;(The boy has mad skills)&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some others on my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Keegan&lt;br /&gt;Sara Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;Heather Graham&lt;br /&gt;Greg Louganis&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Teng&lt;br /&gt;Ann Jillian&lt;br /&gt;Katharine Ross&lt;br /&gt;John Forsythe&lt;br /&gt;Victor Mature&lt;br /&gt;Huddie "Leadbelly" Ledbetter&lt;br /&gt;W.C. Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't know who these people are,  but I'm sure they are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Google search: These people are definitely famous.&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/18655883-5330802273818783304?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/5330802273818783304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=5330802273818783304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/5330802273818783304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/5330802273818783304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-another-reason-why-we-love-tom.html' title='Yet another reason why we love Tom Selleck'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-741682429153819120</id><published>2007-06-01T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:32:21.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Wicked Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ek0LlFnV-8U/RmBCPwO7-jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OoAlknW3GiQ/s1600-h/CIMG0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071126018832202290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ek0LlFnV-8U/RmBCPwO7-jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OoAlknW3GiQ/s320/CIMG0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This May I went to go see the new musical Wicked. And did it live up to the hype...? Is the Pope Catholic? I've been thinking and here are a couple of reasons why I think this musical appeals to so many. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. Clever Music. It was a feast for the ears. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. It's hilarious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. People like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride_and_prejudice"&gt;familiarity&lt;/a&gt;, but they want to see something new-(&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0414387/"&gt;thank&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0243155/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0361411/"&gt;captain&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0366920/"&gt;obvious&lt;/a&gt;) . But seriously, this story is a great twist on an old favorite. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. Elpheba(the wicked witch of the west) has what I like to call the "Harry Potter factor". So and so has been made fun of/been the loser their whole life until one day they find out they are special/magical/famous/awesome. It's the ultimate underdog story. People love the common wo/man, especially when they find out s/he really is &lt;a href="http://heroeswiki.com/Peter_Petrelli"&gt;freakin amazing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. The production (the set, actors, costumes, ensemble) was quite impressive. Everything was really well done. I didn't really have any complaints in the end. It helps to have a stellar Broadway budget and the best talent around, but really- all the money and talent in the world can't make up for a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0065611/"&gt;bad musical&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have it. It's not the best list ever but it was on my mind. Feel free to add your reasons why you love or hate this musical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071126332364814914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ek0LlFnV-8U/RmBCiAO7-kI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1PsMXfagM3c/s320/shows_wicked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-741682429153819120?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/741682429153819120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=741682429153819120' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/741682429153819120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/741682429153819120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-wicked-works.html' title='Why Wicked Works'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ek0LlFnV-8U/RmBCPwO7-jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OoAlknW3GiQ/s72-c/CIMG0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-117064887463138182</id><published>2007-02-04T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:14:08.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Away</title><content type='html'>What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Haggis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s something you do that you wish you didn’t do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bite my nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you sang when no one else was around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Be Still My Soul (Hey, it was a Sunday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie about your life, which actor would you choose to play you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Katie Holms ??? I dunno (any suggestions?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the last place you went on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yellowstone National Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were arrested, who would be your “one phone call?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mom--so she could break the news to Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What book are you currently reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The End&lt;/em&gt;, Series of Unfortunate Events Book 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What historical event would you like to have been present for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The discovery of chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What historical figure would you like to have met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Madame Curie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you can’t do very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Touch my toes (no, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst injury you've suffered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Getting my front teeth knocked loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing that makes you a “freak of nature.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My eyebrows grow into large caterpillars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s one thing you would do as President of the United States?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dance in the Oval Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day in your life would you like to go back and watch as a spectator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me dancing in the oval office- oh wait that hasn't happened yet... hmmm, I would like to watch me as a little kid on a summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song currently tops your “most played” list in iTunes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Definitely &lt;em&gt;Le Disco &lt;/em&gt;by Shiny Toy Guns. It's quite addicting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you intend to do but haven’t done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My homework. (No surprise there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could do anything you wanted today, then rewind the day and start over fresh—no consequences—what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sing really loud in public areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your favorite city you’ve ever visited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Magna (thanks Melissa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be transported for just one day anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Greece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your most recent purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Food of course.  But besides that I also bought &lt;em&gt;Organic Chemistry II as a Second Language, Second Semester Topics.  &lt;/em&gt;A thrilling read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing you’re looking forward to doing this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally posting on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-117064887463138182?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/117064887463138182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=117064887463138182' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/117064887463138182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/117064887463138182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2007/02/survey-away.html' title='Survey Away'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-116639169878390238</id><published>2006-12-17T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T13:41:38.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Aquarius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/aquarius.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You can be cruel and torment people who disagree with you.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, there is a peace-loving, friendly side to you.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for inflicting pain on people and use your intellect during battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: Darth Vader&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourstarwarshoroscopequiz/"&gt;What Is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&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/18655883-116639169878390238?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/116639169878390238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=116639169878390238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/116639169878390238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/116639169878390238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/12/muahahahahaha.html' title='Muahahahahaha'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-116604136375102112</id><published>2006-12-13T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:25:22.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Post</title><content type='html'>I got this little gem from my sis-in-law.  And since it's finals week and I have other things to do I figured this was the perfect time to blog again. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Totally Hot Chocolate.  I think my roommates and I consume it by the gallons. My southern baptist roomie makes fun of us... "you guys are ridiculous with your hot chocolate consumption."  hee hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; 2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Santa wraps.  It doesn't have to be fancy, but it's no fun when you can just see what you are getting.  Unwrapping is half the fun.  The other half is watching my brother Jonathan throw his in the air and try and unwrap it before it hits the ground.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm a big fan of the white look, but the colored lights make it feel more like christmas at home.  The hodge-podge of  mixed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and crazy ornaments makes me feel all warm inside. p.s. warm is a funny word.  no- seriously. say it lots of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. When do you put your decorations up?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well if I had any decorations probably after Thanksgiving or Decemberish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dessert)?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;mmmmmm... I don't have a one favorite thing.  I just like the whole christmas meal as a whole. Pretty much I just like food&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;blockquote class="gmail_quote" style="border-left: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.8ex; padding-left: 1ex;"&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When I pretended to be an elf named George (but I spelled it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Gorge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;), and would write letters and draw pictures for Mom and Dad.  I had my "secret" hideout under their bed. Mom would leave treats and stuff for the elf.  But I always felt soooooooo guilty eating those treats because &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mom had left them for Gorge not me and I was deceiving my own parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;hmmm Maybe 2nd grade from fellow schoolmates but then my teacher convinced me otherwise. Then I was unconvinced, then convinced.  And then I think I got it out of Mom one time when she was falling asleep.  muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No.  Dad's a stickler about keeping the present opening to Christmas day.  It always sounded like fun though.  But it does help to keep the excitement for that day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Last Christmas Melissa and I made the ultimate tree.  I can only describe it as pure awesomeness.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div text="#000000" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't care about the snow except on Christmas.  It MUST be a white christmas.  I hate winters that snow tons in October and then christmas week start to warm up just enough so there is no snow and then snow like no other in January.  Evil Utah weather!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Can you ice skate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes.  But I think the real question is, can I ice skate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;?  The answer to that is tricky.  I might be a good ice skater if I could keep myself upright and my butt off the ice.  But then again I don't really go often enough to say for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 13. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I can't really remember, I have lots of little favorites.  I did enjoy getting my bed.  I still enjoy it today.  It's the gift that keeps on giving.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div text="#000000" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The message, the feeling, and spending time with loved ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Stop making me try and pick favorite foods. I love it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love lots of things but one thing that comes to mind right now is Mom's little countdowns that she puts up in the house.  It doesn't feel like Christmas without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What tops your tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Since we have an amazing tree in my l'il apartment this year we have a sweet&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; Star&lt;/span&gt; to go with it.  It's glittery goodness to the max&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Which do you prefer giving or Receiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Definitely giving.  I love shopping for people. And at my house we love taunting. "I know something you don't know..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. What is your favorite Christmas song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hands down it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Last Christmas by Wham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!  It has seriously brought me so much joy.  But if I had to pick another one it would be The Christmas Song.  I'm very picky about who sings it though because I like it so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yum Yum! But just the pepermint kind.  I don't like the crazy flavored ones that they have.  I like to just stick with the plain ol' red and white ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Favorite Holiday Movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh I have lots of favorites. The claymation Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, A Christmas Story, Elf... just to name a few.&lt;/span&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/18655883-116604136375102112?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/116604136375102112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=116604136375102112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/116604136375102112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/116604136375102112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-post.html' title='A Christmas Post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-116079644003113667</id><published>2006-10-13T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:58:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make way for the Asian Persuasion</title><content type='html'>I had to join in the &lt;a href="http://melissamerica.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-look-like.html"&gt;celebrity&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://beckylouise.blogspot.com/2006/10/freuds-structural-theory.html"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://ambular6.blogspot.com/2006/10/face-recognition.html"&gt;alike&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://utahtarheels.blogspot.com/2006/10/helen-hunt-and-felicity-huffman.html"&gt;craze&lt;/a&gt; so here are my results. In my attempts to try and get some "accurate" results I decided to do two similar pictures that were just slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - family trees and photo albums" href="http://www.myheritage.com/" alt="MyHertarget="&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/64/48/54/644854_618107c5750354412js114.jpg" border="0" height="297" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is me smiling. Surprisingly, I apparently look like a lot of Asians. I'm not really sure how this happened but it's cool with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - post your family tree online" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - post your family tree online"&gt;&lt;img src="http://69.93.254.120/G/storage/site1/files/64/50/12/645012_03032959850354zglq3w14.jpg" border="0" height="297" width="499" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture was taken at the same time but I'm just not showing my pearly whites.  The results were a little bit more caucasian.   I love that Kelly Osbourne is on here.  Too bad my Dad doesn't look like Ozzy.  Anywho, the moral of this story is that I need to switch hemispheres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-116079644003113667?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/116079644003113667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=116079644003113667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/116079644003113667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/116079644003113667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/10/make-way-for-asian-persuasion.html' title='Make way for the Asian Persuasion'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-115566111143806838</id><published>2006-08-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T10:30:52.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Dell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.macdesktops.com/images/1280x1024/Mushroom1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.macdesktops.com/images/1280x1024/Mushroom1280x1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was asleep in my bed when my father awakes me with some alarming news. Dell has initiated a mass &lt;a href="http://business.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,9075-2313541,00.html"&gt;recall&lt;/a&gt; of it's laptop batteries. Apparently they are capable of overheating and I believe the term "explode into a fiery ball" came to my mind when he was describing(in detail) the possible complications of these faulty batteries. My father then tells me to take out the battery before the house burns down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some useless attempts I couldn't get the battery out at that time without a screwdriver. Being tired and just wanting to go to bed, I countered with the remarks "It's not even using the battery right now since it's plugged in," "It's not even on,"and "If the house burns down you can blame me." Unfortunately my Dad was not going to listen to any of those, so I jokingly state that we could just put it in the bathtub incase it should spontaneously combust. So guess where my laptop is now... That's right folks- it's in the bathtub. Apparently it was a genius idea. I got to sleep and Dad had peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dell, You can send me a new battery but I want those 15 minutes of sleep back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-115566111143806838?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/115566111143806838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=115566111143806838' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/115566111143806838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/115566111143806838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-dell.html' title='Thanks Dell'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-115282953888456659</id><published>2006-07-13T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T09:05:41.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melissa says...</title><content type='html'>Inspired by &lt;a href="http://melissamerica.blogspot.com/2006/03/overheard-on-homefront.html"&gt;her previous post&lt;/a&gt;-here's a few of my favorite things that my sis has said in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Stop. We need to look at this charming, remodeled bungalow."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm a cow hand!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Speaking of ignominious credit stealers..." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dancing and singing around the kitchen&lt;/em&gt;: "We are your perfect renters.  Do not be dismayed. And if you'll only rent to us, the rent will soon be paid. Not only are we very great, but we can also sing! If you ever rent to us- don't worry about a thing! This is my renting jiiiiiiiiiiiiiig!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;you rock sis. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-115282953888456659?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/115282953888456659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=115282953888456659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/115282953888456659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/115282953888456659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/07/melissa-says.html' title='Melissa says...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-115160577971970049</id><published>2006-06-29T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T07:01:59.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cinematical.com/media/2006/06/supes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cinematical.com/media/2006/06/supes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to examine the remnants of Krypton, I lost the girl, the bad guy got away and all I got was this crummy outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was one of the first summer blockbusters I've really enjoyed, however the highlight of this movie did not come from any actors but from the large Tongan gentleman that sat behind us. At a really suspenseful (and very silent) part of the film in which they were doing a particularly cool special effect, he yelled out, "FO REAL?!" This was followed by many "OH SNAP!"s and so on and so on. This was a great movie sans outbursts too. I recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-115160577971970049?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/115160577971970049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=115160577971970049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/115160577971970049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/115160577971970049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/06/super.html' title='Super'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-114798308076680559</id><published>2006-05-18T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T13:19:14.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tee hee</title><content type='html'>Well. It's official. Yesterday I took at little trip to the Piercing Pagoda and I got my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I saw many people, but no one really noticed except the people I had told. This wasn't so out of the ordinary since pierced ears among the ladies are quite common. We all know that men have a notorious rap for being less than observant so I didn't really expect any of my guy friends to notice and unsurprisingly, they didn't. However, the one man who raised me and who sees me everyday, dear ol' Dad, has no clue.  I find this very amusing and I am wondering how long it will take him to notice.  Take this poll or for more accurate guesses you can comment away.  I'll let you all know when or if he notices.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;body bgcolor="..cccccc"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="pollpal" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="..cccccc" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="coluser=56576:meok" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.humwear.com/pollpal.swf?coluser=56576:meok" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="..cccccc" width="260" height="230" name="pollpal" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/body&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-114798308076680559?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/114798308076680559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=114798308076680559' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114798308076680559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114798308076680559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/05/tee-hee.html' title='tee hee'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-114470564418405078</id><published>2006-04-10T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:33:43.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a hair cut</title><content type='html'>In fact... I got multiple hairs cut. So here are some pictures of me with less hair than I had a few days ago. Ta Da!!&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/new%20hair%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/new%20hair%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/DSCN0993.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/DSCN0993.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/new%20hair%20002.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-114470564418405078?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/114470564418405078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=114470564418405078' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114470564418405078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114470564418405078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-hair-cut.html' title='I got a hair cut'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-114352522645119496</id><published>2006-03-27T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T14:49:39.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/blood%20drive.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/blood%20drive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a long period of missing out on blood drives, I finally made it to the institute and proudly signed up to donate. I don't know what it is, but I love donating blood. It makes me feel somewhat useful and they even give you cookies and juice. Plus... who wouldn't want my blood? It's freaking inspirational. B positive. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is where the tragedy lies. I have smallish veins. No good for sticking things into. It's hilarious to watch each person that takes my blood feel for the vein, and then feel some more... and some more... and some more. Today the girl even had to bring someone else over to see if they could actually use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually ask for an arm preference, and I usually ask for the left arm(as I wouldn't have to use that one as much) So they begin, and they feel away for something to poke. They then have to switch over to check the right arm and proceed in the same manner. Or they might start out on the right arm and think hmmm... maybe the other arm is better, only to check it and decide that the right arm is their only chance. Now when they ask for an arm preference it just makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However smallish my veins, I gave blood and gave it well. Y'argh, tis true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-114352522645119496?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/114352522645119496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=114352522645119496' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114352522645119496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114352522645119496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/03/b-positive.html' title='B positive'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-114203536443420061</id><published>2006-03-10T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T11:54:36.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four (minus one) jobs you've had in your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Orchestral Harpist: You may not have heard me but at least I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wedding Refreshment Expert: Ah... The joys of having two harps playing background music at a wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basketball Referee: Who could forget Saturdays wearing those XXL zebra shirts? I felt like the little kids that were playing who looked like they were drowning under those jerseys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/wedding%20harp.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stargate: Yes... I love this movie. Movie-- not T.V. series. Remember that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Better off Dead: "Gee Ricky, I'm sorry your mom blew up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon: love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven Can Wait: This one's for you ma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ghosttraveller.com/BOD6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four places you've lived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;West Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;South Jordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The big Salt Lake Citay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lived in heaven a long time ago, it is true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/cache-county-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four t.v. shows you love to watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smallville: It's super everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monarch of the Glen: It's Scottish everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beauty and the Geek: "I'm looking for a job putting stickers on fruit"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pimp my Ride: If only I had a ride to pimp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pictures-of-cars.com/Pimp-My-Ride-Moggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four places you've been on vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scotland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ireland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;King's Peak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/luggage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four websites i visit daily (because i have an internet addiction)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gmail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my blogging buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;myspace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/PreciousCheckingTheWeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;four of my favorite foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cereal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fresh fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bagels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more cereal&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cvcoffee.com/prod_images_blowup/Cereal-Bowls-Blow-Up1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four places i would rather be right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someplace warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cafe rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Edinburgh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four friend i am tagging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-114203536443420061?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/114203536443420061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=114203536443420061' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114203536443420061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114203536443420061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/03/four-things.html' title='Four Things'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-114162722412253678</id><published>2006-03-05T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:56:12.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhero or Super Tired?</title><content type='html'>This weekend at Utah State brought about a lot of revelations. One-- that people do really crazy things late at night. Two-- that taking pictures of the craziness makes it ten times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here we explored the ways of defying gravity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fun and Fancy Fre&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20022.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/Utah%20State%20Fun%20022.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The Flying Brookie&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20030.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/Utah%20State%20Fun%20030.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div align="left"&gt;Kicking Butt and Taking Names &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20029.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/Utah%20State%20Fun%20029.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Leapin' Lizards!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/Utah%20State%20Fun%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, we tried a little Bit of Wall-Crawling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spiderwoman?&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/Utah%20State%20Fun%20042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The hoverin' hottie&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20024.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/Utah%20State%20Fun%20024.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;"Shorty Legs" Brooke&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20043.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/Utah%20State%20Fun%20043.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/Utah%20State%20Fun%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&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;So now it's up to you. Superhero? or just super tired?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-114162722412253678?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/114162722412253678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=114162722412253678' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114162722412253678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/114162722412253678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/03/superhero-or-super-tired.html' title='Superhero or Super Tired?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113886485149787866</id><published>2006-02-01T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:52:00.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Michelle by any other name....(revised)</title><content type='html'>This is my tribute to those two crazy girls that have also mastered the art of having not one-but several outlandish personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/AHHHH%20129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/AHHHH%20129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - this one should be self explanatory since I'm mmmmmm mmmmmm good. Or maybe I was given this nickname during my sports days back at good ol'Bingham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;michellie bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - this one stems from one of the greatest Beatles songs of all time. Plus it's super cutsie. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/me%202%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/me%202%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;fanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - I think everyone has an inner pirate in there somewhere. Mine just happens to be very close to the surface. Y'argh tis true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;mel...chell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- Dang that sister with a M name. (I really love you to death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/me%201%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/me%201%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;michizzle/michizzlay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - this comes in handy when I wanna get down with my gansta self. yo yo fo shizzle michizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm sorry to have forgotten these gems the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heather -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;spoken by teachers on the first day of class, telemarketers, harpists, and Ruth Carnley; this is the girl that says little and grumbles much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mellow yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Shhhhh....this name belongs to a secret society. We like tags off of purses at the mall, leave surprises for victims on strips of cement for car-parking, and play footag all day long. Think like Jill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-113886485149787866?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113886485149787866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113886485149787866' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113886485149787866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113886485149787866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/02/michelle-by-any-other-namerevised.html' title='A Michelle by any other name....(revised)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113824948134216251</id><published>2006-01-25T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T20:28:08.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the edge of nineteen</title><content type='html'>Just like the white winged dove... oh sorry... Anyways, I would just like to inform everyone that this Sunday is a momentous occasion. It's the the 29th of January, I mean my 19th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just be sure that 19 is the age for me, I decided to see what age I really act. And the results ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F0FFF0" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 23 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F8FFF8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&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/18655883-113824948134216251?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113824948134216251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113824948134216251' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113824948134216251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113824948134216251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-edge-of-nineteen.html' title='On the edge of nineteen'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113695270678473657</id><published>2006-01-10T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:38:05.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Review (fa la la la la la la la la)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.christmas-santa-letters.com/chimney2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://www.christmas-santa-letters.com/chimney2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santy was good to me this year. You may now refer to me as "new lappy happy". My &lt;em&gt;Inspiron 2200&lt;/em&gt; and I are getting along fabulously. So now I am probably going to waste even more time on the internet looking up crazy stuff and blogging like a maniac. heh In short, Christmas was Amazing. The family and friends, the food, the sweeties, the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years was filled with DDR, "champaign" (a.k.a. martinellis sparkling cider), and crazy boys jumping over fireworks in the street. What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://director.hu.mtu.edu/mtublogs/mariya/archives/chipmunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://director.hu.mtu.edu/mtublogs/mariya/archives/chipmunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few days of chipmunk cheeks, I am happy to report that my wisdom teeth are definitely gone. The funny thing is that a few people asked me if I felt smarter afterwards. If they are TAKING OUT my WISDOM teeth wouldn't that make me dumber? I'm gonna have to agree with the latter, because I'm pretty sure all that riotous living over the holidays killed off a lot of brain cells. I wanna say thanks to all y'all that came to visit me during my "chipmunk" state. You're all champs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm back to school... sigh... Time to start the countdown for summer break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-113695270678473657?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113695270678473657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113695270678473657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113695270678473657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113695270678473657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2006/01/holiday-review-fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.html' title='Holiday Review (fa la la la la la la la la)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113460647824775423</id><published>2005-12-14T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T17:05:34.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is in sight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chromehenge.ca/attach.aspx/704/13-Small%20Car%20Tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://chromehenge.ca/attach.aspx/704/13-Small%20Car%20Tunnel.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well finals week is almost over. Only 3 more to go. That's what I get for taking music classes. I have to take a billion classes that are all worth like 1 credit. Anywho... I just thought i'd let you all know that I've made it through alive so far. So now you can all leave me encouraging messages, or send me packages of candy and/or homewoven handycrafts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-113460647824775423?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113460647824775423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113460647824775423' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113460647824775423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113460647824775423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-is-in-sight.html' title='The end is in sight'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113402064394793884</id><published>2005-12-07T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:44:03.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tree Addicts</title><content type='html'>Today I went home only to find myself inundated with Christmas. One of my favorite parts of Christmas is the tree. Who can resist the smell of pine? Ahhhhhhhhhhh....... pine....anywho....This year is going to be the best Christmas tree EVER. Why you may ask? Because of the extreme dedication of two individuals-- myself and my big sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know what would be in store for me today as I came home. Melissa was on her way to get white lights. We HAD to have white lights. That was key. After that I was somewhat thrust into the tree decorating process. Don't ask me how it happened because I don't know. I guess I just have the gift. I didn't ask for it but I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of getting all the necessary purchases for the tree was quite the ordeal. We showed no restraint and went crazy spending exorbitant amounts for fake flowers, foliage, ornaments, and bows. However, the color scheme, might I add, is genius beyond comprehension. Not only does it look AMAZING, it also matches the living room. Yes, yes it's true. The only thing left is putting it up. Unfortunately, I have finals so I won't be around. blech. So here's to my big sis--may the smell of pine be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Tree kicks this tree's trash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davie-fl.gov/Pages/DavieFL_Programms/garbage/0046ABD1-000F8513.0/artificial-christmas-trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.davie-fl.gov/Pages/DavieFL_Programms/garbage/0046ABD1-000F8513.0/artificial-christmas-trees.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-113402064394793884?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113402064394793884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113402064394793884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113402064394793884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113402064394793884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-tree-addicts.html' title='Christmas Tree Addicts'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113376358452108103</id><published>2005-12-04T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T22:21:07.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No... this is not a wardrobe malfunction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbts.org/special/images/brassquintet01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.bbts.org/special/images/brassquintet01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coming of the holidays brings many a thing. Lights, good food, family, blah blah blah blah blah.... For me it has brought a plethera of CONCERTS. In the past 5 days I have had 3 Concerts and I also sang in church once. This is not the issue that we are discussing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most musicians (mostly instumentalists) wear normal stuff. This is not true for harpists. Whenever we get together someone always feels the need for us to be matching or to have some connecting clothing item. This issue is most perfectly displayed when I went to Ireland for the World Harp Congress. Now let me clarify that not ALL harpists have to dress weird together... Apparently only my groups do. Let me describe the scene for you. We are dressed in black pants and shirts (normal you say but just wait) then we all have a swirly poncho/shoulder covering scarfy things WITH a matching flower in our hair. Now take in mind that none of our colors match (bright pink, golden brown, navy blue, sea green were just a few of the colors.) Now during my time as a harpist I have seen groups perform in horseback riding clothes, colorful broomstick skirts and various other "get ups".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why am I telling you this? While performing with my harp group in 2 of my 3 concerts we were designated to wear red ribbons around our waists. Now I'll admit that they weren't that bad. They looked ok, but whatever happened to concert black. You don't see the Utah Symphony with matching outfits and pink ribbons in everyones hair. It's not that I am against red ribbons-I am against the idea that is behind them. We are already connected by the harps! We are all harpists! Everyone is going to realize that we are in the same group together because we are playing together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that I am refering to normal musicians-mainly instumentallists. I do think that large choirs do look good when they all look the same, and who can resist a guy in a tux? I mean come one! And many groups do wear matching outfits, and I do think it is important to be unified as a group.  I would just prefer to not look like a fool while performing. Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-113376358452108103?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113376358452108103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113376358452108103' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113376358452108103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113376358452108103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-this-is-not-wardrobe-malfunction.html' title='No... this is not a wardrobe malfunction.'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113350735710277190</id><published>2005-12-01T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T23:09:17.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>come one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There have been many complaints saying that I do not blog nearly as much as I should. Well guess what...i'm... busy...with stuff. Actually whenever I go to blog I get caught up in that music video by OK GO and never actually get around to doing anything but dancing around in my room like a madwoman. Also I already have Brooke to blog about anything that happens around here. I would tell you what I ate for dinner but Brooke has probably already blogged about it. Anywho... speaking about dancing like a madwoman--Brookie and I downloaded "Last Christmas" by Wham! We've been jammin' out to it all night. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;even found the guitar chords so that we can sing it al de tim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away. This year to save me from tears i'll give it to someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special. (special).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;If you can't tell,  I am excited for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And Yes... I will treat you all with several more gems that are my blogs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Also... here is an excellent display of the kind of gracefullness Brooke and I portray while dancing to the above mentioned songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/woah.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/woah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/1600/m6.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3671/593/200/m6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-113350735710277190?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113350735710277190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113350735710277190' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113350735710277190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113350735710277190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2005/12/come-one_01.html' title='come one'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113324057606543056</id><published>2005-11-28T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T08:30:36.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow it all makes sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(230, 230, 250);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Celebrity Style Twin is Mother Teresa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/8/89/Mother-teresa-03.jpg/180px-Mother-teresa-03.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Let's face it. You dress like a nun. Maybe fashion just isn't for you. Maybe use some of that time at the abbey to knit yourself a sweater or some fun scarves.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Celebrity Style Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think i'm more difficult than critical." Mother T&lt;br /&gt;"I think i'm more lazy than fashion unaware." MC&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18655883-113324057606543056?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113324057606543056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113324057606543056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113324057606543056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113324057606543056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2005/11/somehow-it-all-makes-sense.html' title='Somehow it all makes sense'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113279075581182504</id><published>2005-11-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:05:55.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think this pretty much explains me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B6B6C2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hat Personality Is A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D7D6DE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whathatareyouquiz/cloche-hat.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cloche Hat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whathatareyouquiz/"&gt;What Hat Are You?&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/18655883-113279075581182504?l=michelleshocked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/feeds/113279075581182504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18655883&amp;postID=113279075581182504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113279075581182504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18655883/posts/default/113279075581182504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michelleshocked.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-this-pretty-much-explains-me.html' title='i think this pretty much explains me'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14350916707040274349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://www.hairarchives.com/private/archive2/evolution/h2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18655883.post-113174550194807494</id><published>2005-11-11T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:53:20.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well... here it is-- and it aint going to be pretty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey hey hey... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look who's on blogger!! Now you can delve into the madness that is my life AND leave me comments. oooooooooohh--- I bet you all can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a treat for you I am going to leave you this.... 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