<?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-4646949511912075035</id><updated>2011-08-11T20:27:37.514-07:00</updated><category term='quarantine'/><category term='reading'/><category term='outfit'/><category term='Michael Cera'/><category term='Amanda Palmer'/><category term='Yugo'/><category term='jay hernandez'/><category term='the danger ensemble'/><category term='jennifer carpenter'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Nick and Nora'/><category term='film'/><category term='critic'/><category term='Betwixt'/><category term='book'/><category term='melbourne'/><category term='sunglasses'/><category term='horror'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='Kat Dennings'/><title type='text'>Horrid</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-8525975394788381248</id><published>2010-03-03T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:08:23.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying, I truly am. Now that my boyfriend has gone home and I have become a sad and lonely recluse, I'm sure I'll have more time to write meaningless drabble. Some things to look forward to in the near future;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be posting my before and after pictures of my bedroom which was damaged beyond repair by flooding the last time I was in Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some basic plotlines/character exercises for the novel I'm attempting to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc...&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/4646949511912075035-8525975394788381248?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/8525975394788381248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8525975394788381248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8525975394788381248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2010/03/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-8992452065473411021</id><published>2010-01-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:02:46.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Have To Say Is...</title><content type='html'>Pants on the ground. Pants on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Got gold in yo' mouth and your hat turned sideways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-8992452065473411021?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/8992452065473411021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-have-to-say-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8992452065473411021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8992452065473411021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-have-to-say-is.html' title='All I Have To Say Is...'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-6217320382725273810</id><published>2009-10-15T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:01:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StfftWSpWMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UgYiMtgGrzo/s1600-h/7434_1219509362753_1079486886_30695092_2134266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393025048970352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StfftWSpWMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UgYiMtgGrzo/s320/7434_1219509362753_1079486886_30695092_2134266_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393026262934692082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Stfg0AqTIPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/90MzmUwJnLQ/s320/coworkers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393026024776074082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StfgmJc3A2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/E8-bfLRl73M/s320/europe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393026618730459122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StfhIuGnr_I/AAAAAAAAAWw/rcu_9sRkdKw/s320/besties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-6217320382725273810?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/6217320382725273810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6217320382725273810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6217320382725273810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-words.html' title='no words'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StfftWSpWMI/AAAAAAAAAWY/UgYiMtgGrzo/s72-c/7434_1219509362753_1079486886_30695092_2134266_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2277200192376595697</id><published>2009-10-14T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:32:36.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StaGuLL-YrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qkNBxwOMMSI/s1600-h/Kurt-glee-7962853-1024-768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392645731657867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StaGuLL-YrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qkNBxwOMMSI/s320/Kurt-glee-7962853-1024-768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching Glee, which is fast becoming my favorite tv show (during the True Blood off season of course.) It's smart, funny and every episode is like watching a musical (which of course are my ultimate guilty pleasures.) Other favorites this season are Generation Kill which is rerunning on HBO, and Big Bang Theory (Sheldon &lt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392645110509930114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StaGKBOxBoI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kcomWb5HryI/s320/sheldon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2277200192376595697?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2277200192376595697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/rock-paper-scissors-lizard-spock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2277200192376595697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2277200192376595697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/rock-paper-scissors-lizard-spock.html' title='Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StaGuLL-YrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/qkNBxwOMMSI/s72-c/Kurt-glee-7962853-1024-768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-6697667404263191267</id><published>2009-10-10T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:57:57.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reasons Are Sanitary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahahaha, I told you I would make it my title. Work was intense tonight. It was insanely busy but at least it went by faaaastt. I got to spend the afternoon with my lady-loves which was devine and I get to spend the afternoon/evening with them tomorrow which is even devine-r.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a big update today even though my day was eventful. I'm too tired. But hey at least I posted "something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-6697667404263191267?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/6697667404263191267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-reasons-are-sanitary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6697667404263191267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6697667404263191267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-reasons-are-sanitary.html' title='My Reasons Are Sanitary!'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-3939375428311151957</id><published>2009-10-09T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:32:26.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StAAL2CeDfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RAuYV8-8vBY/s1600-h/339671_brownshoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390808957446917618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StAAL2CeDfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RAuYV8-8vBY/s320/339671_brownshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time yet again for a midnight madness hack job. My fringe is in desperate need of a trim and it seems that I always do the cutting in the wee hours of the morning. I'm thinking about adding more hair so that it will be thicker but we'll see what kind of mess I end up with. Being poor+being cheap=Self cut hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be spending tomorrow with my love(s) helping Megan pick out some clothing essentials she's in need of, and then it's off to work where I may or may not murder a coworker in cold blood :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I intend on taking some photographs because I haven't in awhile and I need to. My obsession with lookbook.nu is becoming ridiculous. The above image is taken from lookbook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-3939375428311151957?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/3939375428311151957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/thing-of-beauty-is-joy-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3939375428311151957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3939375428311151957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/thing-of-beauty-is-joy-forever.html' title='A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/StAAL2CeDfI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RAuYV8-8vBY/s72-c/339671_brownshoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-3619428750841628328</id><published>2009-10-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:27:55.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I Were A Man I would Marry You." YES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Ss6fOinpzaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VG07VluIX8U/s1600-h/IMG_5031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390420876169170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Ss6fOinpzaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VG07VluIX8U/s320/IMG_5031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My twins are back! Yay, Thanksgiving weekend has given me something to be thankful for. Huzzah! It's hard to be away from your besties. Spent the evening with my Lesbian Lover Michelle, and got to give Megsy Wegsy some huggin' love before coming home from work. And we shall spend Sunday together which will be like heaven. Dinner, drinks, movie, photo ops...what more could you want?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently working on a little something-something for the beautimous Tarryn, and counting down the days til the return of Barry! (19!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-3619428750841628328?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/3619428750841628328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-were-man-i-would-marry-you-yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3619428750841628328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3619428750841628328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-were-man-i-would-marry-you-yes.html' title='&quot;If I Were A Man I would Marry You.&quot; YES!'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Ss6fOinpzaI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VG07VluIX8U/s72-c/IMG_5031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-12355982987495935</id><published>2009-10-04T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:31:04.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Was A Simple Man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the cover of my Inspiration notebook, and beneath it are some collages I made within it's pages. My notebook is mostly filled with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ideas&lt;/span&gt; for stories, vague plots, character sketches and info about locations and settings. It's almost full. so I'm going to need a new one sooner than later but I don't think I'll be able to find one quite as spunky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SslfwlqSnWI/AAAAAAAAATw/qjDPm7w-HVQ/s1600-h/fghgjuyfj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388943717473361250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SslfwlqSnWI/AAAAAAAAATw/qjDPm7w-HVQ/s320/fghgjuyfj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388945338143446802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SslhO7IJlxI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-9XJDPvMRDg/s320/dtrysrty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388947308156870274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SsljBl_83oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/OuJqWIiAkb8/s320/r6tugyui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388948961291703010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sslkh0aAkuI/AAAAAAAAAUI/Hw3dOFehEv8/s320/rtyhfdty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Newest Obsessions:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Van&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388952892061713170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SsloGnqnAxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/UdKHC7XLUQU/s320/rtytru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;ities Girls in Vanity Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lookbook.nu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Scandenavia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;                                                                     Frankie Magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Flavor Wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-12355982987495935?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/12355982987495935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-was-simple-man.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/12355982987495935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/12355982987495935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-was-simple-man.html' title='If I Was A Simple Man...'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SslfwlqSnWI/AAAAAAAAATw/qjDPm7w-HVQ/s72-c/fghgjuyfj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7682327243992293440</id><published>2009-10-02T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:12:27.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Crushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SsayVQPUw8I/AAAAAAAAATg/kr8KvS-2KPw/s1600-h/ellen-page-drew-barrymore-kiss-picture-photos-image01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388190082401616834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SsayVQPUw8I/AAAAAAAAATg/kr8KvS-2KPw/s320/ellen-page-drew-barrymore-kiss-picture-photos-image01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay so HAWT! Haha, two of my favorite actresses of all time showing some affection for the pages of Marie Claire (i believe). I'm stoked to see Drew Barrymore's directorial debut "Whip It!" which stars Ellen Page a.k.a. my future stalkee. (Lesley are you still up for it? :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7682327243992293440?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7682327243992293440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-crushes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7682327243992293440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7682327243992293440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/10/girl-crushes.html' title='Girl Crushes'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SsayVQPUw8I/AAAAAAAAATg/kr8KvS-2KPw/s72-c/ellen-page-drew-barrymore-kiss-picture-photos-image01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-8034377144406650572</id><published>2009-09-20T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:30:02.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wasabi bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never update. I am a failure at blogging :) And it's not that my life has been oh so busy lately because it hasn't been. Quite the opposite actually. Maybe I just don't have anything to say (that would be a first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been the one who gets left behind? Because that's my official title at the moment. Not only does my boyfriend/love of my life live on the other side of the globe, but also there are a bunch of people there with him who are amazing and awesome and who I love spending time with, and of course I can't see them either. AND to top it off, all of my besties here at home have left me too (Lesley, Michelle, Megs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO THE PITY PARTY! Everyone's invited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On happier notes, Barry is going to be here in 30 days. Which is just about no time at all. Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my resolute resolution to update more.&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/4646949511912075035-8034377144406650572?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/8034377144406650572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/09/wasabi-bomb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8034377144406650572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8034377144406650572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/09/wasabi-bomb.html' title='wasabi bomb'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2750633843634697293</id><published>2009-06-02T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:54:45.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Back The 90's</title><content type='html'>I can't stop listening to 90's music, it's becoming a sick obsession. It brings me back to a much simpler time when the music was generally better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2750633843634697293?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2750633843634697293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/06/bring-back-90s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2750633843634697293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2750633843634697293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/06/bring-back-90s.html' title='Bring Back The 90&apos;s'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-6562708897340209710</id><published>2009-05-22T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:25:54.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ｉ　ｓｈａｌｌ　ｎｅｖｅｒ　ｇｒｏｗ　ｕｐ．&lt;br /&gt;Ｍａｋｅ　ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ　ｉｓ　ｔｏｏ　ｍｕｃｈ　ｆｕｎ．&lt;/span&gt;　&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-6562708897340209710?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/6562708897340209710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6562708897340209710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6562708897340209710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7236119901508507248</id><published>2009-05-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:07:08.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TATTOO WHAT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sg7Wf-GjexI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uTO8Ph-lYhI/s1600-h/249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sg7Wf-GjexI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uTO8Ph-lYhI/s320/249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336438453215394578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo, as a tribute to my mum and how much I love her I got a tattoo in her honor. Thursday morning I rocked up to Ire-Zumi Ink and met with Rachel. Three and half hours and lots of inward pain later, I left with the most gorgeous tattoo I have ever seen and definitely the best one I've gotten so far. Now, my mother doesn't know as this is a surprise so don't go telling her lol (or linking her to this page.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sg7VOGmbxjI/AAAAAAAAASA/3c-_Rv8UYkc/s1600-h/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sg7VOGmbxjI/AAAAAAAAASA/3c-_Rv8UYkc/s320/274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336437046747317810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sg7VOUWY45I/AAAAAAAAASI/PX42TNgeZrw/s1600-h/277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sg7VOUWY45I/AAAAAAAAASI/PX42TNgeZrw/s320/277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336437050438116242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a lovely teapot. My mom is an avid tea drinker and also has been collecting teapots her whole life. It seemed appropriate and is also just so dainty and ladylike. Super classy in my opinion. If you couldn't already tell, I'm in love with the thing lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7236119901508507248?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7236119901508507248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/tattoo-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7236119901508507248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7236119901508507248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/tattoo-what.html' title='TATTOO WHAT??'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sg7Wf-GjexI/AAAAAAAAASQ/uTO8Ph-lYhI/s72-c/249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5136491311026177407</id><published>2009-05-12T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:38:58.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SgkmiqDT8uI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QC1k-9lkEs8/s1600-h/IMG_4131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SgkmiqDT8uI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QC1k-9lkEs8/s320/IMG_4131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334837610442650338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick post for the 3 people who may or may not actually read this. I have found heaven and it is called MagNation. Picked up the latest Nylon (which is super over priced here due to the fact that it has to be imported. home-3.99 here-13.95 LOL) But Kat Dennings is on the cover therefore it is worth it. Kat Dennings is one of the most beautiful women on the planet, just saying :) Also picked up Lula which is a british mag that only comes out twice a year and is filled with prettiness. I have realized that all of the magazines I have been buying here are going to need there own suitcase. Oh noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm (quite possibly) heading to a tattoo shop tomorrow to make an appointment. I'm getting a teapot tattooed just above my elbow on the back of my left arm. Its a kind of sort of tribute to my mom, who collects teapots/cups etc. Its also a reminder to myself to stay a lady. The one on the top left is what i'm after. I got this from a cross stitch pattern website lol. How quaint.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SgklM4vPwPI/AAAAAAAAARw/XVAlcx3DiXc/s1600-h/teapot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SgklM4vPwPI/AAAAAAAAARw/XVAlcx3DiXc/s320/teapot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334836136916271346" 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/4646949511912075035-5136491311026177407?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5136491311026177407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/issues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5136491311026177407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5136491311026177407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/issues.html' title='issues'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SgkmiqDT8uI/AAAAAAAAAR4/QC1k-9lkEs8/s72-c/IMG_4131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-15549662047458543</id><published>2009-05-04T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:13:54.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale Houses</title><content type='html'>Those who know me, know that one day I &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; live in a fairytale house. In the middle of the forest, near a river or lake. Surrounded by nature where I can live like a dirty hippie until I'm old enough for the village children to think I'm a witch :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here in dear old Australia, there are heaps of fairytale houses. It seems like they've been airlifted from the magical forests and plopped down on the streets of Moonee Ponds, Kensington, Newmarket and Ascotvale. My favorite one is near Essendon station. It's the exact house that I would love to one day own...just in a slightly better location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry doesn't ever want to live in the country...I'm not sure if  magical forest counts. This developement saddens me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Today I will attempt to finish his pop art paintings and my trinket box (photos when I'm done.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-15549662047458543?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/15549662047458543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/fairytale-houses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/15549662047458543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/15549662047458543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/05/fairytale-houses.html' title='Fairytale Houses'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-4277868507019930970</id><published>2009-04-27T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:59:03.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning Like Scissors</title><content type='html'>Listening to Ani Difranco. Home alone, apart from Kim's boyfriend Steve whose clearing trees in the backyard. Pretty cold in pj bottoms and Barry's sweater. I haven't been writing anything but journal entries since I got here, much to my dissapointment. I wanted to get started on the story I've been brainstorming on for ages. Things will happen when they aremeant to I suppose....or maybe I should make things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this weird obsession with looking at people's photography on Flickr and saving my favorites to the computer for future inspiration. I've got close to 100 on my computer at home and I'm working on a bit of a collection here. Though I'm being a bit more strict with what I save because I don't want to fill the bf's computer with my crap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-4277868507019930970?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/4277868507019930970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/04/lightning-like-scissors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4277868507019930970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4277868507019930970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/04/lightning-like-scissors.html' title='Lightning Like Scissors'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-6189811390093920381</id><published>2009-04-25T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:34:01.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Today is the coldest day it's been in Melbourne since I arrived. The weather says its 14 degrees, but the wind is howling and it feels like a cool day at my "home in native land." My darling is working today as he does two-three days a week, and as usual on days that he works I sleep in as late as I can. I woke today at one in the afternoon and didn't feel like getting out of bed...so I didn't until almost two. Freshly showered and wearing my boyfriends sweater {jumper} I am comfy and unfortunately bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Wicked soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;-Origin of Love, Wicked Little Town &amp;amp; Midnight Radio-Hedwig &amp;amp; the Angry Inch&lt;br /&gt;-Kids-MGMT&lt;br /&gt;-Walking on a Dream-Empire of the Sun&lt;br /&gt;-Jungle Drum-Emiliana Torrini&lt;br /&gt;-Skinny Love-Bon Iver ++&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; hot sexy mess of love for this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Delirium-Ladyhawke&lt;br /&gt;-I Will Never Love You More-SOKO&lt;br /&gt;-Farewell Rocketship-Children Collide&lt;br /&gt;-That's Not My Name-TheTingTings&lt;br /&gt;-I'm On A Boat-The Lonely Island ft. T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;-Anything &amp;amp; Everything by The Andrews Sisters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Daisy by Marc Jacobs @ a chemist the other day on sale for cheap. Well as cheap as you can expect. I've been smelling like daisies ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading:&lt;br /&gt;-Wicked-Gregory Maguire&lt;br /&gt;-Australian Fashion Magazines&lt;br /&gt;-http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;-http://feelslikewhitelightning.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;-http://ladymelbourne.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;-http://fashionhayleyhome.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing relatively quickly since I starting typing up this post, maybe because I keep getting distracted by all the preety things on the interwebs. "Oooh Squirrel...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest lipgloss ever = Nilla Nilla Arancia Pout Balm. It's completely organic and tastes like heaven in an adorable vintage-ish slidey tin (hours of amusement). I bought mine at Dorothy&amp;amp;Evelyn vintage etc. store. As I was paying, the lovely lady working there told me that she is actually the one who handmakes all of the lipgloss for Nilla Nilla. Geniuslove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Jennifer Tzar Photography {www.jennifertzar.com}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Later I'm Sure xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-6189811390093920381?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/6189811390093920381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6189811390093920381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/6189811390093920381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-4709829444177807400</id><published>2009-04-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:52:56.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melbourne Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEapK3FOzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3MAfxPSw3Kk/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEapK3FOzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3MAfxPSw3Kk/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328069128748350258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know people (ie. Lesley) I promised I would update more once I got to Australia and I haven't been at all. It's not even that I'm that busy haha. So I will start now. Things here have been well. Seeing my love again and living with him is both comfortable and a daily battle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phototaking has been scarce as we can't find the battery charger so I'm going to have to break down and  buy some batteries to use for now. We may or may not be going to the museum today, as there is an exhibit I really want to see @ the moment. Top Designs 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Top Designs 2009&lt;/em&gt; showcases a representative sample of work by Victoria’s final year (VCE) secondary school students. Works include furniture and objects made using wood, metal or plastic; garments and articles using fibre, yarn and fabric; graphic and product design; short films; interactive media; publishing; photography; food; and mechanical and electronic projects. In 2009, VCE VET Multimedia will be included in &lt;em&gt;Top Designs&lt;/em&gt; for the first time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I saw the exhibit in 2007 on a museum trip with my boyfriend's brother, but it was rushed and I only got an overall view of the awesomeness. I also want to se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an 3d Imax movie, because who doesn't love 3d?.....and Ilovetheglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It seems Twilight is as huge over here as it is at home, and even though I'm thousands of miles away, I'm still keeping up to date with all of the New Moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;news (aren't you proud of me twins?) I'm loving the new wolfpack photo they released. At least these boys look Native American. Beautiful. As long as the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y can act. Also the director for Eclipse was named, and it's the guy who directed Hard Candy which is one of my all time favorite m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ovies. Hoor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEYTWiNWYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7LtxBn84nsE/s1600-h/3115_185008660607_619440607_6655406_5977668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEYTWiNWYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7LtxBn84nsE/s320/3115_185008660607_619440607_6655406_5977668_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328066554901649794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get my camera in working order I'm going to start doing my outfit shots, but for now I will have to leave you with a few photos from the first week or so of my trip. xoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEaozI5BfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tuTZBgsobQw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEaozI5BfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/tuTZBgsobQw/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328069122380596722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEapEgytnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CZPUo-Hd-iI/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEapEgytnI/AAAAAAAAAQU/CZPUo-Hd-iI/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328069127044249202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEao96kMxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qB2F6qgtDg4/s1600-h/2852_63542708962_644453962_1691710_7815851_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEao96kMxI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qB2F6qgtDg4/s320/2852_63542708962_644453962_1691710_7815851_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328069125273301778" 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/4646949511912075035-4709829444177807400?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/4709829444177807400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/04/melbourne-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4709829444177807400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4709829444177807400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/04/melbourne-love.html' title='Melbourne Love'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfEapK3FOzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/3MAfxPSw3Kk/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-4873760248064669794</id><published>2009-03-13T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:29:14.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sbsi0bCqtII/AAAAAAAAAPc/ALN-L-rnFMU/s1600-h/Dev-Patel-and-Freida-Pint-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312878469421118594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sbsi0bCqtII/AAAAAAAAAPc/ALN-L-rnFMU/s320/Dev-Patel-and-Freida-Pint-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slumdog Millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;In one word, I would describe Slumdog Millionaire as Brilliant. From the stellar&lt;br /&gt;cast to the amazing cinematography, this film captures your heart from beginning&lt;br /&gt;to end. The way each scene is marred with the next through "Who Wants To Be&lt;br /&gt;A Millionaire" questions, an interrogation, and flashbacks through young Jamal's&lt;br /&gt;life is complicated but somehow it all works. Dev Patel is a phenomal&lt;br /&gt;British-Indian actor who captivates your heart from beginning to end as Jamal,&lt;br /&gt;and the children brought in for the flashbacks of Jamal's past are soooo perfect.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot help but have your heart broken and then rejuvinated throughout this&lt;br /&gt;film. It definitely deserved the Best Feature Film oscar that it received.&lt;br /&gt;*Also, the dance sequence at the end is so fun I can't help but attempt to dance&lt;br /&gt;along (hidden in the darkness at the side of the theatre where patrons can't see&lt;br /&gt;me of course :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sbsjl81eWsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5h1ftMi-Ivc/s1600-h/d_aronoksfy_-_the_wrestler_low_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312879320306178754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sbsjl81eWsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5h1ftMi-Ivc/s320/d_aronoksfy_-_the_wrestler_low_11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Wrestler&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting much from this movie and sadly I was dissapointed. The has&lt;br /&gt;been story of former pro wrestler Randy "the ram" is drawn out and boring in&lt;br /&gt;most places. I know that it is a very character driven drama but ".........." blah.&lt;br /&gt;Mickey Rourke does well in this role but it's not enough. The only part I&lt;br /&gt;thoroughly enjoyed was when Randy is working in the deli at his local&lt;br /&gt;supermarket for extra cash. Yeah I want him to serve me some rump roast (or&lt;br /&gt;butt steak :P) So yes, NOT my favorite film of award season. I wouldn't go see&lt;br /&gt;it unless you're a Mickey Rourke fan...ok just don't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MILK&lt;br /&gt;OMG I loved this movie for a few reasons. First, true stories such as this really&lt;br /&gt;make me feel something and yes I ended up tearing near the end. I love when&lt;br /&gt;they flash photos of the cast just before the credits and tell us what happened&lt;br /&gt;with them. Second Sean Penn on James Franco action is beautiful lol. Sean&lt;br /&gt;Penn's Jesus beard is brilliant. And third, which may very well be the greatest&lt;br /&gt;reason, EMILE HERSCH!!!!!!!!!! He steals the show, at least for me and my&lt;br /&gt;friends. The perm, the glasses, the jeans, the insane amount of flamboyant&lt;br /&gt;perfection. Holy shit poop. ++Allison Pill=Genius. If I were a lesbian, I would&lt;br /&gt;be this woman.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312879985115699810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SbskMpcammI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sKe8Tme_vQk/s320/milk_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312879978872904082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SbskMSMBGZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/toWiUXvT4go/s320/firstlook-milk-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-4873760248064669794?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/4873760248064669794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4873760248064669794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4873760248064669794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-millionaire.html' title=''/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/Sbsi0bCqtII/AAAAAAAAAPc/ALN-L-rnFMU/s72-c/Dev-Patel-and-Freida-Pint-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5253982470847536129</id><published>2009-03-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:59:39.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Weeks</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I haven't updated in ages but sadly there really hasn't been anything for me to write about. Life in this town is so monotonous, it's a bit depressing really. Yesterday I had a bit of a photoshoot for my boyfriend, so that he could help me choose which pieces of my wardrobe I should bring with me and what I should leave home. Fun Fun. I've also seen three of the five movies in the Best Film category at this years Academy Awards and will post my reviews soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-5253982470847536129?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5253982470847536129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5253982470847536129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5253982470847536129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-weeks.html' title='Three Weeks'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5726702999958431972</id><published>2009-02-23T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:42:36.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty-Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dracula Cabaret or Witches In Britches? Oh the dilema. I'm leaning towards Dracula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did anyone catch the Oscars last night? I stayed up until 12, that's as much as I could handle. Luckily I did get to see that Heath Ledger got awarded Best Supporting Actor for his BRILLIANT portrayal of the Joker. His mother, father and sister accepted the award on his behalf and it was all very touching. Not a dry eye in the house, including mine. Some will argue that the only reason he won was because he is no longer with us, well guess what? He deserved it. That role was perfect and disturbing in the best way, not to mention all of genius past work. This was his last chance at winning an Academy Award, while the rest of the actors in his category will have more chances. RIP Heath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306201910624891058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SaNqhjVLsLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xPRIREf6cXw/s320/heathledger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am quite dissapointed that I'm going to be missing Melbourne Fashion Week by a mere couple of weeks. SADFACE. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of some Melbourne Designers. *Sigh* I guess I will have to settle with perving on all of the photos that will be posted afterwards, and other Bloggers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: Miss Lesley, I totally teared up watching the Dancing Queen number in Mamma Mia! today and thought of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306201910693198306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SaNqhjld-eI/AAAAAAAAAO0/K11a-47gU6c/s320/mammamia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-5726702999958431972?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5726702999958431972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-six.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5726702999958431972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5726702999958431972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirty-six.html' title='Thirty-Six'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SaNqhjVLsLI/AAAAAAAAAOs/xPRIREf6cXw/s72-c/heathledger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2816647301888045544</id><published>2009-02-20T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:49:14.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricki and Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-HHelYRZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jrGdlakK5ck/s1600-h/Cry-Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107448604411282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-HHelYRZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jrGdlakK5ck/s320/Cry-Baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;Last night I was up too late and managed to catch the first half of Cry-Baby (before my mother insisted upon watching something else AND my boyfriend called). Now a lot of people aren't even aware of Cry-Baby, which is one of Johnny Depp's earlier movies, but I saw it for the first time when I was about 10. I recorded it from the USA Network and watched it over 40 times. It seems that once you memorize the dialogue to a movie, you never forget haha. Released in 1990, Cry-Baby is an over the top, musical throwback to the fifties-early sixties with insanely amazing fashion, spectacular vintage cars, and the obvious gang war. The "Drapes" are the rebels, such as Wade (Cry-Baby) Walker, and the "Squares" are the preps lead by Baldwin. In a nutshell, "Square" Allison Vernon Williams falls in love with bad boy Cry-Baby, while her family and friends try their best to keep them apart. The gang leaders fight for her love by way of singing competition and chicken car race. In one word, this film is PERFECTION :) + I adore Ricki Lake pre-weight loss as Cry-Baby's fiesty knocked up sister, and Traci Lords as Wanda, the suburban girl gone bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305106244423634642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-GBYqTztI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fvzuozHAEBw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305106235340442146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-GA20tSiI/AAAAAAAAANs/K4zNROz5OJA/s320/15597__crybaby_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305106241424508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-GBNfQxUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/cpeo-4lKWkE/s320/crybaby-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305106241784543490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-GBO1GeQI/AAAAAAAAAOE/J8dqlfcu2G8/s320/CryBabyPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In other news, my darling Barry and I are planning on getting tickets to see Miss Lily Allen on her Australian Tour. I must say I'm really excited about it. It'll be the third arena concert I see in my life and her new album is quite fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305107735568125138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-HYLm3DNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0MpfO75xf6I/s320/lily_allen_narrowweb__300x357,0.jpg" border="0" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2816647301888045544?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2816647301888045544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/ricki-and-lily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2816647301888045544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2816647301888045544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/ricki-and-lily.html' title='Ricki and Lily'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZ-HHelYRZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jrGdlakK5ck/s72-c/Cry-Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7883671203351925851</id><published>2009-02-18T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:07:34.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange juice doesn't grow on trees, Angela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pet Peeve of the Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Thirty-something yuppies from Halifax (assuming) that trash talk Yarmouth and think they are soooo funneh :( Jerk dissed my tattoo. Whatevs! I mean, I know my home town is shit, but outsiders can't just just talk badly about it, that's just rude haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obsession of the Day: &lt;/strong&gt;When I was still in High School, I used to stay up until one am on school nights just to watch re-runs of My So-Called Life. If you haven't seen it, I definitely recommend checking out the box set. It's so completely truthful it hurts, and even though it is deliciously early-90's, it's themes continue to be relevant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304350874991069650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZzXBGPgCdI/AAAAAAAAANM/kd2hAxmr_l4/s320/life1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Angela Chase is my high school kindred spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352530843064498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZzYhexYWLI/AAAAAAAAANc/BU0MMljGwo0/s320/cap0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352530236873346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZzYhcg2moI/AAAAAAAAANU/wRVTedTnKJ8/s320/xfgj.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Angela with heart throb bad boy ultimate high school crush Jordan Catalano.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304352532660703362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZzYhlivUII/AAAAAAAAANk/DezO8GAgxdM/s320/iyiuj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This last one is for my boyfriend. Apparently he likes me as a red head, and I'm thinking about possibly trying something like this out. Thoughts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000132/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;: People are always saying you should be yourself, like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster. Like you know what it is even. But every so often I'll have, like, a moment, where just being myself in my life right where I am is, like, enough. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000132/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;: What's amazing is when you can feel your life going somewhere. Like, your life just figured out how to get good. Like, that second. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0347957/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt;: Here, do you want to... borrow my sweater? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000132/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;: Thanks. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0347957/"&gt;Brian&lt;/a&gt;: Just don't sweat into it or anything. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000132/"&gt;Angela&lt;/a&gt;: Why do you always have to say stuff like that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7883671203351925851?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7883671203351925851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/orange-juice-doesnt-grow-on-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7883671203351925851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7883671203351925851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/orange-juice-doesnt-grow-on-trees.html' title='Orange juice doesn&apos;t grow on trees, Angela.'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZzXBGPgCdI/AAAAAAAAANM/kd2hAxmr_l4/s72-c/life1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2946511488326402059</id><published>2009-02-17T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:54:48.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meandering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZuTUqm82PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eAYAAhyYYyI/s1600-h/IMG_6964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303994969403218162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZuTUqm82PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eAYAAhyYYyI/s320/IMG_6964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been utterly boring around here lately. All I seem to be doing is working and waiting for the end of March. It's slowly driving me crazy! We're trying to plan things for while I'm there, but my first effort was quickly shot down as ALL of the dates on Pink's Funhouse tour in Melbourne (while I'm there) are sold out. Grrrrr. So I'm searching for other things to enjoy...concerts, theatre, exhibits etc...It keeps my mind busy in the mean time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't had any chances to wear anything fabulous lately, as I have been cursed to my horrid uniform for ages, but my mother picked up some new things for me for Easter (which I get to take with me on my voyage :) I got an amazing slate grey skirt with the coolest high waisted fan details, and a little black 3/4 sleeve sweater with a vertical ruffle detail up the front. I also got some new tights, woot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, I'm completely hating the new girl on TMZ (yes I watch celebrity gossip shows). If anyone knows what I'm taking about, she is the ditsy brunette who is never funny but thinks she is cute. *Sigh* I think that is one of my pet peeves, girls who think they are cute and try to use that to their advantage but it doesn't really work for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know New York fashion week is upon us and sadly I have not been keeping up to date. Shame on me I know, but I just can't be bothered (*gasp*) Found this amazing picture of my two favorite models online though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996113315528738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZuUXQA5gCI/AAAAAAAAANE/p3D31CzgiqQ/s320/133_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2946511488326402059?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2946511488326402059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/meandering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2946511488326402059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2946511488326402059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/meandering.html' title='Meandering'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZuTUqm82PI/AAAAAAAAAM8/eAYAAhyYYyI/s72-c/IMG_6964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-3902486550650105083</id><published>2009-02-13T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:21:27.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fannypack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZXF7_kWx6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HTmwQgtf7EQ/s1600-h/n605375041_786552_5220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302361770765502370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZXF7_kWx6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HTmwQgtf7EQ/s320/n605375041_786552_5220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels as if I haven't posted in ages. So much has been happening. Constantly thinking about my family in Aus. The bushfires have hit so close to home, and they know that they are in my thoughts and prayers. My boyfriend's brother lost his home to the fires, but miraculously his doggie Jay survived with minimal injuries. Lots to be thankful for even in the toughest times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Six and a half weeks to go. I've been working pretty nonstop lately, not that I'm complaining. I need the cash monies for all of the sweet activities that we're planning for my trip. What are the best op-shops in the Melbourne area?? I've been perving on others' blogs to try to find out haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some months ago, my friend Megan who works at a cosmetics counter and just so happens to have a blog &lt;a href="http://confidencewasjustherthing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://confidencewasjustherthing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; , asked my what my skincare regimine was. I laughed because I altogether lacked one. I never thought it to be important and I never got many pimples so whatevs...in the last few weeks I began using a facial cleanser and moisturiser daily and I must say that my skin is in impeccable shape. No pimples or blemishes of any kind and I feel all glowy. So the point of this little rant is that I recommend that if you don't take any special care of your skin, then you should :) the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-3902486550650105083?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/3902486550650105083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/fannypack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3902486550650105083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3902486550650105083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/fannypack.html' title='fannypack'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SZXF7_kWx6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/HTmwQgtf7EQ/s72-c/n605375041_786552_5220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7016175009905800202</id><published>2009-02-06T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:45:11.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifty-Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only53 days left before I head to the gorgeous city called Melbourne and so as I always do, I have begun with Step 1 of my very complicated and intricate packing process. I have made a list of all the clothing that I love and would like to bring with me (which of course is WAY too much.) So now I have to go through and revise my list multiple times, packing and repacking until I have a suitable amount for suitcase. This time around I would love your help, oh people of Internet-land. I've decided that the first to be cut are Dresses and Cardigans. I have too many listed and not enough space soooo, which should I cut? Keep in mind, weather will be (so I've been told) like early-Autumn weather here in Canada AND I will be there for my boyfriend's birthday, so I dunno I will probably need a party dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0JDuC4wLI/AAAAAAAAAME/mvVAmMdq41U/s1600-h/a5yegy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299902295989338290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0JDuC4wLI/AAAAAAAAAME/mvVAmMdq41U/s320/a5yegy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silver and Black pattern dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0JDsuBm6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/z2uclKO56Ig/s1600-h/HPIM0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299902295633402786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0JDsuBm6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/z2uclKO56Ig/s320/HPIM0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silver sparkly dress (not the exact one from the pic) The one I have is strapless with a bow on the front lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0HaVwyhII/AAAAAAAAAL0/XN5elLhLRQw/s1600-h/n605375041_1829741_417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900485584716930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0HaVwyhII/AAAAAAAAAL0/XN5elLhLRQw/s320/n605375041_1829741_417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red print cotton dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0HaXXsjVI/AAAAAAAAALs/lBjba1-4B44/s1600-h/n605375041_1493306_8286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900486016339282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0HaXXsjVI/AAAAAAAAALs/lBjba1-4B44/s320/n605375041_1493306_8286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black layered dress with beading on the bodice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0HaPn6G1I/AAAAAAAAALk/BLBz0YP1EiQ/s1600-h/greeny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299900483936852818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0HaPn6G1I/AAAAAAAAALk/BLBz0YP1EiQ/s320/greeny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green sweater dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299902295211620530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0JDrJduLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/jbZ-r6-ys9s/s320/IMG_6649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black and white polka dot 50's style dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ A red/orange paisley hippie dress with front pockets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for cardigans:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;+Brown old man sweater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+Brown loose cardigan (not cute when buttoned lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+Plain black cardigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+Red cardigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+Cropped tangerine-ish cardigan&lt;br /&gt;+Cropped gold cardigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm iffy on the brwon loose cardigan which may not get a lot of use and the cropped tangerine cardigan which only goes with a few things???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, I am so excited to see "He's Just Not That Into You" which started tonight. I haven't read the book but I do plan on it (maybe on the plane lol) but the all-star cast is enough to draw me in. I snuck in a few times during my shift tonight and absolutely adored what I saw...including the fashion. Hottest outfit ever-your boyfriend (or the man you are seducing away from his wife)'s button down shirt and nothing else a la Scarlet Johansen(spelling's off, couldn't care less.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299908058309980722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0OTIXL8jI/AAAAAAAAAMU/LKt0Ar0cmB8/s320/he_s_just_not_that_into_you_movie_image_jennifer_connelly__jennifer_aniston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Powerful woman work wear, Love the blue print whatever it is. And Jenifer Aniston's masculine buttondown and slacks (ahahahaha slacks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299909560796174466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0Pqljz2II/AAAAAAAAAMc/K3-eUkCgDBw/s320/hesnotthatintoyou1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. I love it all, even the overly blonde hair lol. So naturally casually beautiful. And yes I realize that a lot of people don't like her but have you seen Ghost World? Have you seen Lost In Translation? Ok I'm done:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;XO We Thank You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7016175009905800202?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7016175009905800202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-three.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7016175009905800202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7016175009905800202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/fifty-three.html' title='Fifty-Three'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SY0JDuC4wLI/AAAAAAAAAME/mvVAmMdq41U/s72-c/a5yegy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-8070425479818445024</id><published>2009-02-02T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:52:53.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Pantaloons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the lack of post-age. Things have been a wee bit hectic the last couple of days. Today is my only day off this week so what did I do, I went shopping. Frenchy's was a gadsend today, I picked up a gorgeous printed H&amp;amp;M dress, a green vintage nightgown, some black platform shoes with braided details and a copy of "Franny and Zooey." Holla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't taken any photos of outfits lately, I decided to put up some older outfits. I didn't realize I had taken pictures of my outfits back in the day. Note the intense red hair haha, loved and hated it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397830416021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYewwTClt2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YKmWP-K-x6s/s320/beach+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397837491454658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYewwtZgQsI/AAAAAAAAAK8/03MQMZlwh8U/s320/HPIM1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397830169041074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYewwSHtGLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QmgBav3vhE4/s320/HPIM0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298397828316148162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYewwLN8McI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RURjIHhcrW8/s320/n605375041_1776406_1147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-8070425479818445024?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/8070425479818445024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-pantaloons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8070425479818445024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8070425479818445024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-pantaloons.html' title='Crazy Pantaloons'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYewwTClt2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/YKmWP-K-x6s/s72-c/beach+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2110241689358438771</id><published>2009-01-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:04:31.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Teen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYPoVhDbILI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ABeyA2WzBpQ/s1600-h/americanteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297333043065462962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYPoVhDbILI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ABeyA2WzBpQ/s320/americanteen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got finished watching "American Teen" a documentary about the senior year of five high school students in Warsaw, Indiana. I must say I liked it, if not for the film itself than for all of the memories it brought back. It made me feel a little bit nostalgic and a whole lot nautious. And now the story of my high school life...dun dun dunnnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to a smallish high school in a smallish town, with people I had mostly known my whole life. I was friends with a lot of people but nobody's "best" friend. Sadly the idea of a best friend had been foreign to me since Junior High School but I got by just fine. I didn't really get that connection with anyone and often felt 'different'. Sometimes I wish that I could go back in time, but be the person that I am now. My self esteem, confidence and over-all amazingness has definitely multiplied since I graduated. I've done a whole lot of living in the past 5 years, even though sometimes it feels like I haven't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After graduating, my friends and I all went our seperate ways. I took a year off to work and save up for school. I worked the shittiest job I've ever experienced, did a bit of travelling and spent a lot of time feeling bad for myself. I applied early for University the next year and got into 5 (every one I had applied too.) Of couse being the free spirited, independant person that I was (ie. crazy) I picked the biggest school the farthest away. I had been hyping myself up for this my whole life, I was going to get out of town and make something of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that didn't work out that well now did it. I got there, surrounded by thousands of people I didn't know in a city I had never even visited, and I freaked. I had a serious mental breakdown, drank a lot, and came home three weeks later. Anyways, being home was horrible. I felt like a failure and I got depressed. Luckily for me I started talking to an amazing guy who quickly became my friend, and he helped me through it all. Under different circumstances, I think I and my parents would have been a lot more skeptical of my relationship with this foreign, underager :P BUT he made me smile and so it began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three years later and here we are. I've travelled to the other side of the world, I have a fun job that is a long way from being a career but for now I don't mind, I have a loving boyfriend and great friends and my creativity, which I had felt I lost a long time ago, is resurfacing :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow that was an incredibly long and boring post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297333043063018674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYPoVhC11LI/AAAAAAAAAKc/JpBKgO9TreY/s320/HPIM1699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2110241689358438771?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2110241689358438771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/canadian-teen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2110241689358438771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2110241689358438771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/canadian-teen.html' title='Canadian Teen'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYPoVhDbILI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ABeyA2WzBpQ/s72-c/americanteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7594837118272423290</id><published>2009-01-28T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:13:11.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Cinderella Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV8GioL5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j9Fbe_39JEY/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296468390312423314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV8GioL5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j9Fbe_39JEY/s320/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV8BEdedI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1uxV3xt4ErA/s1600-h/bbbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296468388843715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV8BEdedI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1uxV3xt4ErA/s320/bbbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV8P2e7iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tkqeZrA08s0/s1600-h/bbb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296468392811621922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV8P2e7iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tkqeZrA08s0/s320/bbb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV7zmNE4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/4EIvYJ9tchc/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296468385227150210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV7zmNE4I/AAAAAAAAAJc/4EIvYJ9tchc/s320/bb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV7oNmZ_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/NnKtoTRUfkU/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296468382171162610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV7oNmZ_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/NnKtoTRUfkU/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUhEuEh4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LOJDYshf-eA/s1600-h/aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466826455451522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUhEuEh4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/LOJDYshf-eA/s320/aaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUgwbNieI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RPf4Jtbe7IQ/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466821007641058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUgwbNieI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RPf4Jtbe7IQ/s320/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUhfdAatI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V5cfY6LKpTk/s1600-h/aaaaajpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466833631636178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUhfdAatI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V5cfY6LKpTk/s320/aaaaajpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUhL58PAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/58BFw9Gnv-E/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466828384287746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUhL58PAI/AAAAAAAAAI8/58BFw9Gnv-E/s320/aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUg0trDeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lGVS9Q_Spwc/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296466822158814690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDUg0trDeI/AAAAAAAAAIs/lGVS9Q_Spwc/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photoshoot was a success. I pushed everything our of my kitchen, put up some wall decals, grabbed my mom's vintage rabbit tea set and taa daah. I've been pouring over Flickr and Melbourne Street Fashion all day and listening  to my sister watch the shittiest teen dance/sing movie in history. Now I feel like dancing around to bad hiphop, damn you Selena Gomez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm one step closer to my epic trip to Melbourne. [Thank you my darling Maymee.]  Counting down the days and doing some research on shops, events, markets to check out this time around. I'm going to be there twice as long as my last trip, which is ah-mazing of course, but I'm also attempting to pack less than my last trip {not so ah-mazing}. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bored, more later, maybe.&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&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7594837118272423290?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7594837118272423290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-cinderella-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7594837118272423290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7594837118272423290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-cinderella-story.html' title='Another Cinderella Story'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SYDV8GioL5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/j9Fbe_39JEY/s72-c/c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-8466853209132975291</id><published>2009-01-27T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:12:47.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUaspiyfgeirugnbh[eourgh !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just found out Project Runway Canada starts tonight. Oh the joy. Oh the excitement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now leave me alone, I'm watching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-8466853209132975291?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/8466853209132975291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/huaspiyfgeirugnbheourgh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8466853209132975291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/8466853209132975291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/huaspiyfgeirugnbheourgh.html' title='HUaspiyfgeirugnbh[eourgh !!!'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7720519160966165955</id><published>2009-01-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:34:10.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX_Zm1RVPqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0hi5t9uyvRI/s1600-h/oootfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296190947969023650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX_Zm1RVPqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0hi5t9uyvRI/s320/oootfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Silver Belt used as Headbnd $0.50 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Slip $? Vintage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Green Sweater Dress $15 Suzy Shier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;White Patterned Hose $2 Ardene's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brown Slippers $0 Sister's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had an inspiring day today, which I hope will spill over into tomorrow since I have tomorrow off, Huzzah! I haven't had a full fledged photo shoot in ages and I'm thinking that's on the itinerary, as well as some writing and drawing and perhaps reading. I may also go see Underworld: Rise of the Lycans, which I've been told wasn't as good as the first two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other night I was watching the last half hour of Dirty Dancing on the W channel, when I realized how much I missed it. My god that movie is such a classic. It was the first movie I truly loved [and obsessed over haha]. I've seen it 70 + times and when I was younger and couldn't sleep, I would replay the entire movie [dialogue and all] in my head until I fell asleep. My cousin Mandy and I used to practice the dances in her livingroom [including the lifts-bad idea since she was bigger than me but alwas made me play the guy part] to her mother's soundtrack on vinyl. Oh the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To go along with my trip down memory lane here are a couple of my favorite pictures from my youth. In #1 I'm second from the left. In #2 I'm first on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296196081605496610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX_eRpjpTyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vdxlKMaPl2A/s320/ygtftyv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296196912964085826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX_fCCm-qEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0a4PYGteLQA/s320/htouyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I carried a watermelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7720519160966165955?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7720519160966165955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-puts-baby-in-corner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7720519160966165955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7720519160966165955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/nobody-puts-baby-in-corner.html' title='Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner!'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX_Zm1RVPqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0hi5t9uyvRI/s72-c/oootfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7052000269583354857</id><published>2009-01-27T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:43:49.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untouched</title><content type='html'>Yeah so "Untouched" by The Veronica's just came on MuchMoreMusic and I was all "whaaaa?" Ya see, here in Canada The Veronica's are NOT very big and most people have no idea who they are. But I was [fortunate] enough hehe, to see them perform in Melb. last year. Thank you Whit and Kim for inviting me along. Despite the sweltering heat in the most ridiculous venue of all time, and the fact that the entire crowd was made up of 6-12 year olds dressed as prosti-tots, it was still a good night. Their music is deliciously indulgent pop and its nice to have a guilty pleasure that I don't have to be guilty about when I'm here in the great white North.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7052000269583354857?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7052000269583354857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/untouched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7052000269583354857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7052000269583354857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/untouched.html' title='Untouched'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-1421763983671378787</id><published>2009-01-25T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:32:03.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls, Girls, Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ootfits from this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295390163862443682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX0BTEAeVqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/upEHl5GNz9c/s320/ootfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295392923584832130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX0DzsxkIoI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CPhRUJFg-HU/s320/oooot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Purple Top $1 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Cardigan $3 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black and white Pencil Skirt $10 Le Chateau&lt;br /&gt;Patterned Hose $2 Ardene's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295390163992843474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX0BTEfkFNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZOi-PBOa6pM/s320/oooooty.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295392082177732786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX0DCuSesLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kzq1ns6XTM8/s320/ghfrdiutv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295390171855192466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX0BThyGAZI/AAAAAAAAAH0/aAQozT_7e2w/s320/ooottt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Black jacket $21 Old Navy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jazzercise tshirt $3 Frenchy's&lt;br /&gt;Black skinny jeans $18 Zeller's&lt;br /&gt;Vintage Snap Purse $3.50 Frency's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;White Sneakers $0 Mom's &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295390171648402242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX0BThAyo0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/iKFxIt20HoM/s320/u6td87t5f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Cardigan (see above)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Black baby doll top $10ish Coldbrook Clearance&lt;br /&gt;Red jeans $10 Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;Gold Sneakers $3 Walmart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-1421763983671378787?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/1421763983671378787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-girls-girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1421763983671378787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1421763983671378787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls, Girls, Girls'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SX0BTEAeVqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/upEHl5GNz9c/s72-c/ootfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-3807444521345811544</id><published>2009-01-24T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:02:18.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here are a couple of Outfit of the Day's from last week sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXv-uos8g0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/R8ooBfdflXY/s1600-h/ootfit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295105864057520962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXv-uos8g0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/R8ooBfdflXY/s320/ootfit2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunglasses $5 Bluenotes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thespian Tshirt $2.50 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Purple Cardigan $1 Frenchy's&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295105862961701586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXv-uknrotI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6nZgU4RZgHY/s320/iitfit3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called this outfit "Pirate Hobo Chic" and wore it to my grandmother's 65th birthday party :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red Knit Hat $5 Urban Planet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grey Stripe Shirt $0 Gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black Dress $Cheap from some store in Melbourne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also paired with (not showing):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maroon Leggins $1 Walmart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wooly Fisherman Socks $0 Gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-3807444521345811544?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/3807444521345811544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3807444521345811544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3807444521345811544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up.html' title='catching up.'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXv-uos8g0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/R8ooBfdflXY/s72-c/ootfit2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5487983850721104573</id><published>2009-01-23T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:55:17.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Queen B</title><content type='html'>No, she isn't dead but she is leaving us (ie. me) sadface :( Work will definitely not be the same without her. But we will always have our band and dreams of rock super stardom! A-Goo-Goo A-Ga-Ga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-5487983850721104573?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5487983850721104573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-queen-b.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5487983850721104573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5487983850721104573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/rip-queen-b.html' title='R.I.P. Queen B'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-462790989644964761</id><published>2009-01-22T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:58:33.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWRRRRR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey there I'm Melora and my likes and dislikes are as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKES: Friends :)&lt;br /&gt;DISLIKES: When they try to steal her boyfriend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHahahahah *cough* lololol. Oh Lesley, I'm going to miss you so very much when you leave us for the big bad city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS our future home is going to be a mixture of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294343199053082274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXlJFsKQbqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rznGAvrxfAI/s320/crackhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294344559278598562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXlKU3ZSqaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZzTZ7ZVm5Dk/s320/Across-the-Universe-movie-46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My gollygosh it's difficult to find a picture of the Across the Universe apartment. Luckily Prudence is one of my favorite characters and I found this one. Note, Jude chillin on the couch in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update: I ended up buying Sunglasses, pair #1. Woot they only ended up costing me $15, including exchange rate and shipping. I love a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also found a photo of one of my favorite alleyways in Melbourne. I told Miss Queen B at work tonight and who knew I would actually find a picture of it on the 'ol interweb. The lanes in Melbourne are ridiculous in the best way. I want to spen dan entire day just wandering through them :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294347852410269538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXlNUjREL2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/28tMcJsbXvA/s320/alleyart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was supposed to use this post to rant, but I did it on the phone earlier and lost my zest for the fiery hatred in my soul :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;G'night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-462790989644964761?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/462790989644964761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/rawrrrrr.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/462790989644964761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/462790989644964761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/rawrrrrr.html' title='RAWRRRRR!!!'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXlJFsKQbqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rznGAvrxfAI/s72-c/crackhouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2479380534394725134</id><published>2009-01-21T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:36:18.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betwixt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Book Club?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXgFOLHC8FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4nPg9XcwKlc/s1600-h/418UBaaKQRL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293987103032668242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXgFOLHC8FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4nPg9XcwKlc/s320/418UBaaKQRL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I picked up a new book yesterday at my local Cole's. Its called "Betwixt" and I chose it for the bright yellow cover and because it is specifically NOT about vampires. (Nothing will ever come close to my love/obsession with Twilight.) It is fantasy based though, which is definitely new for me. While I was in High School I bore a deep hatred for quote/unquote Fantasy books. But hey, it's good so far so yay, go me. How sad it is for me, at the ripe 'ol age of 22 to be still browsing (and buying from) the Young Adult section, which we all know is marketed towards 13-17 years olds. Lawl. I checked out the reviews for this book on Amazon and couldn't help but gigle profusely at all of the bad reviews. Yes, it may not be the greatest book ever written but it's far from being "the worst book ever written" as desvribed by one reader. Obviously these people haven't read that many books. Almost every reader thought it was confusing, but I don't see anything confusing about it yet. We'll see in time I guess, and I'll update you when I finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2479380534394725134?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2479380534394725134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-club.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2479380534394725134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2479380534394725134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-club.html' title='Book Club?'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXgFOLHC8FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4nPg9XcwKlc/s72-c/418UBaaKQRL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-1855664496815500222</id><published>2009-01-21T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:07:21.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunglasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of Melbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am seriously coveting some "new" Vintage sunnies. Here are my favorites, all from Etsy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293978209805742946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf9IhQhM2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/qKAfyAsIw6w/s320/il_430xN.51179114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293978208081228466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf9Ia1XMrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/G_OtOw_mqhk/s320/il_430xN.49482613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293978206822781570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf9IWJU0oI/AAAAAAAAAFs/HlXmrfVNpbo/s320/il_430xN.49032935.jpg" border="0" /&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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293979029810396754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf94QA3PlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/n1pDLNckRG4/s320/il_430xN.53967464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293979024258626258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf937VN8tI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4Gm_tEjWBxo/s320/il_430xN.52785932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293979028807240850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf94MRsTJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/W5JAcin35zk/s320/il_430xN.53963789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293979027142527922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf94GEyy7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/q3Ev4ZROWD0/s320/il_430xN.53962218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;#1,3, and 5 are currently my favorites. Which do you think I should get??? Face shape doesn't mean a lot to me cause I can pull just about anything off lol...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-1855664496815500222?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/1855664496815500222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-of-melbourne.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1855664496815500222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1855664496815500222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-of-melbourne.html' title='Dreaming of Melbourne'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXf9IhQhM2I/AAAAAAAAAF8/qKAfyAsIw6w/s72-c/il_430xN.51179114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-1537830180102597153</id><published>2009-01-20T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:22:46.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoveLove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXaFhrxAK2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5qv5upmcVYk/s1600-h/n605375041_757153_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565225751030626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXaFhrxAK2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5qv5upmcVYk/s320/n605375041_757153_2250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Essendon Station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293565560133500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXaF1Jb_v9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/PHgZ81YHRK4/s320/n605375041_757163_4647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Along side the Yarra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just thought that I would use this post to point out how incredibly gorgeous, handsome and sexy I think my boyfriend is. I don't tell him nearly enough even though I'm thinking it all the time. he is the most beautiful person on this planet, inside and out and I realize how incredibly lucky I am to have him in my life. I know that not everyone has found their Barry yet, but I guarantee that their day will come. These pictures were taken on my last trip to Melbourne and they are some of my favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Maymee, I love you more than anything. And I can't wait until I get to see your gorgeous face again. I'm counting down the days until the end of March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-1537830180102597153?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/1537830180102597153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovelove.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1537830180102597153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1537830180102597153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/lovelove.html' title='LoveLove'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXaFhrxAK2I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5qv5upmcVYk/s72-c/n605375041_757153_2250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-3790698551410219346</id><published>2009-01-20T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:16:57.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Blart: Mall Cop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXY_Odhk-8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/YBYWQURjhbA/s1600-h/segway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293487929696779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXY_Odhk-8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/YBYWQURjhbA/s320/segway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright Kiddies, it's been awhile since my last Movie review and I must say it's good to be back, although I'm sorry I can't say the same for this movie (the good part I mean :] ) Okay so this is the story of middle-aged Paul Blart played by Kevin James. He has failed his Police Academy Physical Exam once again and is forced to remain as the only mall security guard who seems to be serious about their job. The first half of this film had minimal laughs, at least from me, and suceeded only in making me feel very sad for this poor, sweet man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last half was heaps better but it was not enough to save the entire film. When "bad guys" who happen to be ninjas straight from the X-Games, take over Paul's mall, holding his love interest and daughter hostage, he must overcome and save the day. AlthoughI did laugh at some of the jokes, the slapstick violence and stereotypical villains were a bit much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm giving this movie 2.5 Segways out of 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-3790698551410219346?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/3790698551410219346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/paul-blart-mall-cop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3790698551410219346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3790698551410219346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/paul-blart-mall-cop.html' title='Paul Blart: Mall Cop'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXY_Odhk-8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/YBYWQURjhbA/s72-c/segway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5925256371679834600</id><published>2009-01-19T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:09:31.996-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amanda Palmer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the danger ensemble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfit'/><title type='text'>AFP Love</title><content type='html'>&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXStTISZeuI/AAAAAAAAADs/ST-YuYpCea4/s1600-h/n526424905_1143908_6587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293046006220946146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXStTISZeuI/AAAAAAAAADs/ST-YuYpCea4/s320/n526424905_1143908_6587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is an ode to my favorite performer of all time. Her name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda Palmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and if you've never heard of her then Google her immediately. Some of you will fall madly in love, most I predict, won't. But that doesn't matter because this is my blog and I feel the ranting about her greatness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began my love of Amanda with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dresden Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a two-piece punk cabaret which consisted of her primarily on the keyboard and bandmate Brian Viglione on drums. For a crash course in Dresden Dolls, check out "The Dresden Dolls in Paradise." Favorites include Missed Me, Half Jack, Girl Anachronism, and Pierre. A couple of years later when I found out that Amanda was going to be embarking on a solo tour, I went completely ballistic, in the best way of course. When I found out that she would be playing The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spiegeltent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Melbourne, Australia during my holidays there I danced around the house for hours (after zooming over to Ticketmaster.com to secure tickets for me and my boyfriend.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got to the show that night it was like magic. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pure, magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We waited in line next to kids in striped tights and mime-like makeup for over an hour before we made our way into the tent. The Spiegeltent is a whole other post all togrther. It is a masterpiece. And I think it definitely held some of the magic we were feeling that night. We took our seats, about 5 rows from the stage and marveled at the tent and its occupants; Kids younger than us, mingled with a very sophisticated crowd of older ladies and gentlemen. We didn't have very long to wait before the show, or maybe with the excitement it only flt like it wasn't very long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way, soon Amanda made her way to the stage.... in a funeral procession unlike any other, with a haunting blonde (Lyndon) playing a violin solo from the stage. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Danger Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who are undescribable in their talent, carried Amanda Palmer's body from the back of the tent to the stage, where she then came alive and threw herself in "Astronaut." I remember gripping Barry (bf)'s arm and squeezing tightly, trying to hold back the tears that were forming. Now I'm not exactly sure why I wanted to cry but I like to believe that it is because of the sheer power of Amanda's voice and the overwhelming emotions stemming from the most perfect night of my life :) t was the best show I've ever attended (not that I've been to many.) And I've regretted not sticking around afterwards to say hello, though I truly believe I will get the chance again someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire way home, Barry and I couldn't stop ranting about the experience and the magic that had occured in that tent. We both had super crushes on her and for good reason, I mean she's beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as I close this post, I'm adding some photos. Some are taken by mean, some are found from the interweb. Enjoy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293046286303944754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXStjbrY4DI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C9UOCsV4Lnk/s320/l_7f00fc467cfc40e18ee8521b687075cc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293046556462593474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXStzKGOtcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gnh48AzvuZs/s320/l_995c061255764c23bd798513decd91f5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293047182878031826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSuXnrTv9I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6U2pbBRlp-A/s320/n577135595_5420247_1360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293046888694400594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSuGfwdxlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bvElfgrHyu0/s320/l_ea45d1e10473433a9eba1d766ae057ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293048143677908450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSvPi72ZeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lovI8ryy4oM/s320/n1154665803_30291039_1538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293048516237877714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSvlO1EYdI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dezVz7CrQLc/s320/n605375041_757131_111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293048803112564914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSv17hUuLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/2b7GucTLTzs/s320/n605375041_757133_632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293049146713560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSwJ7iL10I/AAAAAAAAAEs/Z5Ll7jwynVY/s320/n605375041_757136_1384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293049645644676930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSwm-Mof0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/5H4w3Rvlilo/s320/n605375041_757146_3972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293049645795835666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSwm-wq_xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KtP5famaTtk/s320/n605375041_757148_4514.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293049633406326402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSwmQmyFoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/FP-CaXInSZo/s320/n605375041_757140_2405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293051800717637842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXSykaeEONI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Sr2oOiRpCaI/s320/n605375041_757104_2547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The last photo is my "Outfit of the Day" for the night of the concert.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Purple Cropped Jacket: $5 Urban Planet&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Striped Tank Top: $5 Sirens&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeans: Unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Black Flats: $3 Frenchy's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zebra Tote: $3 Suzy Shier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-5925256371679834600?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5925256371679834600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/afp-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5925256371679834600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5925256371679834600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/afp-love.html' title='AFP Love'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXStTISZeuI/AAAAAAAAADs/ST-YuYpCea4/s72-c/n526424905_1143908_6587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5501247214586580151</id><published>2009-01-18T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:44:04.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$14.65 Whaaaaat?</title><content type='html'>This entry is dedicated to Lesley "Queen B" Sweeney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-5501247214586580151?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5501247214586580151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/1465-whaaaaat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5501247214586580151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5501247214586580151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/1465-whaaaaat.html' title='$14.65 Whaaaaat?'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-1503770619924029651</id><published>2009-01-16T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:21:12.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry for the lack of outfit posts lately but the last couple of days have consisted of my pjs and my work uniform, which my lovely boyfriend seems to think is hot but no one else in their right or wrong mind would :) Instead, I have been perusing fashion blogs and Style.com for some favorites from the new Spring"09 RTW collections. Onwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292111040165623826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXFa88T-uBI/AAAAAAAAACs/WxNEPpzhiUc/s320/00260m.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Intense Marc Jacobs Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292111370101635410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXFbQJa2uVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GCnBZxrk9dw/s320/00310m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Chloe, breathtaking. The whole line is beautiful and feminine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292112110465415314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXFb7PfVeJI/AAAAAAAAAC8/V9orFYFdQ1I/s320/alexmcq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292112425009116050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXFcNjQZc5I/AAAAAAAAADE/uPSnut5sEbk/s320/mcq.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course, it wouldn't be fabulous if there wasn't McQueen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-1503770619924029651?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/1503770619924029651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashionista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1503770619924029651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/1503770619924029651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/fashionista.html' title='Fashionista'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SXFa88T-uBI/AAAAAAAAACs/WxNEPpzhiUc/s72-c/00260m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2057740922138745240</id><published>2009-01-15T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:52:35.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circa 1993</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW9pCUiMwyI/AAAAAAAAACk/8IRTy3qTSHI/s1600-h/kuitedytgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563575776428834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW9pCUiMwyI/AAAAAAAAACk/8IRTy3qTSHI/s320/kuitedytgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you to my mom for putting together this spectacular outfit. The black and white stripes, the mix of patterns, the headband! my oh my. i love old pictures. Although quite honestly if I didn't know that was me I would definitely not guess it. I've changed quite a bit in the past 15 years. xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2057740922138745240?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2057740922138745240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/circa-1993.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2057740922138745240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2057740922138745240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/circa-1993.html' title='Circa 1993'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW9pCUiMwyI/AAAAAAAAACk/8IRTy3qTSHI/s72-c/kuitedytgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-4120602028375461803</id><published>2009-01-14T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:23:21.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW6diorJZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/xVvP1wEFrpQ/s1600-h/outfit3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291339830566414274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW6diorJZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/xVvP1wEFrpQ/s320/outfit3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got inspired and decided to try out a new 40's style hair-doo and my new shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red Cardigan $3 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black top $4 Walmart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Black skinny jeans $18 Zeller's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grey Pumps $30 Le Chateau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-4120602028375461803?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/4120602028375461803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4120602028375461803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4120602028375461803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW6diorJZ8I/AAAAAAAAACc/xVvP1wEFrpQ/s72-c/outfit3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5100055460159903812</id><published>2009-01-13T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:01:08.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Another Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1xRDn27rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YBV4k67AXtI/s1600-h/k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291009675074399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1xRDn27rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YBV4k67AXtI/s320/k3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1w_pOe4YI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZV7qxl_MVbk/s1600-h/k2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291009375930868098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1w_pOe4YI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZV7qxl_MVbk/s320/k2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1wyIqVHXI/AAAAAAAAABk/KyIt25oYrl8/s1600-h/k1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291009143850999154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1wyIqVHXI/AAAAAAAAABk/KyIt25oYrl8/s320/k1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stills from Thinking of You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-5100055460159903812?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5100055460159903812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-another-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5100055460159903812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5100055460159903812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-another-post.html' title='This Is Another Post'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1xRDn27rI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YBV4k67AXtI/s72-c/k3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2777565422461184580</id><published>2009-01-13T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:49:39.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is A Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1evoRY3II/AAAAAAAAABU/S2nYe9Ptevc/s1600-h/outfit+day2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290989309587414146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1evoRY3II/AAAAAAAAABU/S2nYe9Ptevc/s320/outfit+day2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm having way too much fun with posting my outfits muahaha. Thank you to my little sister for being my photographer. Umm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cardigan $3 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tank Top $.50 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Skinny Jeans $18 Zeller's Ashlee Simpson line (LoL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zebra Clutch $6 Zeller's&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 align="left"&gt;So I saw Katy Perry's new video today. Amazing clothing by-the-way. I looooove vintage/40's clothes (+everything else). It made me nostalgic and I went through all of my great grandparents old photos from the attic (we live in their old house). I'm going to scan some of my favorites at a later date. But here is one that belongs to my cousin's step grandmother :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290991134595251202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1gZ29KfAI/AAAAAAAAABc/HfgmFaUnORo/s320/srthfghtg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hot? Yes I think so. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-2777565422461184580?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2777565422461184580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2777565422461184580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2777565422461184580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-post.html' title='This Is A Post'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SW1evoRY3II/AAAAAAAAABU/S2nYe9Ptevc/s72-c/outfit+day2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-2859701136051668301</id><published>2009-01-12T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:43:20.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A New Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SWviaoOhR8I/AAAAAAAAABM/OBFA3QSJ3Co/s1600-h/day1collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290571134379575234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SWviaoOhR8I/AAAAAAAAABM/OBFA3QSJ3Co/s320/day1collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to 2009 folks. Its freezing here and it seems as though winter has finally come, and is here to stay. Luckily in two months I'll be heading back to Melbourne, my home  away from home. It's been almost a year since I've walked on Australian soil, a year too long in my opinion. Barry and I are making plans for all the great things we'll do once we're together again. Ideas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dress $10 Clearance Shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cardigan $3 Frenchy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gold Belt $.95 Joe Fresh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tights $2 Ardene's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boots $23 Payless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More fashion posts in the new year, as well as movie reviews and an indepth travelblog :]&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/4646949511912075035-2859701136051668301?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/2859701136051668301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2859701136051668301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/2859701136051668301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s A New Day.'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SWviaoOhR8I/AAAAAAAAABM/OBFA3QSJ3Co/s72-c/day1collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7499316844141734678</id><published>2008-10-21T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:31:28.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay hernandez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quarantine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jennifer carpenter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Quarantine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SP6P19EcU3I/AAAAAAAAABE/eFt41ky-OdE/s1600-h/rabidrat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SP6P19EcU3I/AAAAAAAAABE/eFt41ky-OdE/s320/rabidrat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259799571904353138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being an incredibly big chicken, I decided to brave this one out. I had seen bits and pieces ( a few minutes at a time) and had psyched myself out to the point that when the auditorium lights went down I already had my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarantine is the story of Angela (Jennifer Carpenter) a reporter for a late night cable tv show called "The Night Shift," and her cameraman Scott (Steve Harris). While filming an episode on firefighters, Angie and Scott go along on a medical emergency call to an old apartment complex, where there was reported to be an old woman screaming in her apartment. When they break down the door they find the elderly Mrs. Esposita shaking, unresponsive and foaming at the mouth. She then turns violent and in a fit of scary old ladyness, she literally eats the neck out of a police officer. When the inhabitants of the apartment complex try to escape they discover that they have been locked in (quarantined) and are forced to deal with an evergrowing population of rabies-fueled tenants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first ten-fifteen minutes of the film I think I may have covered my eyes/tried not to scream about a million times. The entire movie is filmed through the cameraman's lens and it really stays true to that the whole way through. I jumped more than I have in any other movie I've ever seen and there were a few moments when I had to hold back my vomit reflex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, jumpy and gory. This movie is not one of my favorites by far BUT it did scare the shit out of me...which I suppose is the point in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this one 2 rabid rats out of 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7499316844141734678?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7499316844141734678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/quarantine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7499316844141734678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7499316844141734678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/quarantine.html' title='Quarantine'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SP6P19EcU3I/AAAAAAAAABE/eFt41ky-OdE/s72-c/rabidrat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-4898647557404617893</id><published>2008-10-07T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:12:16.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survived.</title><content type='html'>Well we didn't die, which is nice. We didn't see any ghosts either (which I'm kinda happy about.) We took some photos though and managed to capture some photographic evidence of Orbs in the house, very cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-4898647557404617893?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/4898647557404617893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/survived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4898647557404617893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/4898647557404617893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/survived.html' title='Survived.'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-7466472860341454998</id><published>2008-10-06T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T19:28:53.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures From The Haunted Mansion</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Churchill Mansion (look it up www.churchillmansion.com)&lt;br /&gt;Myself, my boyfriend and two good friends are taking advantage of the mansion's wireless internet, and getting ready to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-7466472860341454998?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/7466472860341454998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventures-from-haunted-mansion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7466472860341454998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/7466472860341454998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/adventures-from-haunted-mansion.html' title='Adventures From The Haunted Mansion'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-5929602008862161580</id><published>2008-10-04T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:48:45.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Cera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick and Nora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yugo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kat Dennings'/><title type='text'>Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SOgp7xWvoQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJ6tsthIWVE/s1600-h/yugos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SOgp7xWvoQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJ6tsthIWVE/s320/yugos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253495072165437698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a movie that leaves me with that rare feeling of jubilation as I'm exiting the theatre. For reals, this movie made my heart go all smiley. Based on the novel by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel Cohn and David Levithan,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I wasn't sure what to expect. So many adaptations (especially of YA novels) fall excrutiatingly short but this film was unique. The characters become so real that you feel as if you've met them before, and you genuinely care about what happens to them. And mostly you just wish that they were your friends and that you were part of this adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kat Dennings &lt;/span&gt;(who I would want to play me in the film of my life) was gorgeous as Norah. She is smart, witty and not your average ho-bag teen slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Cera &lt;/span&gt;(who is my secret boyfriend-shhhhh...don't tell my real boyfriend :P) as Nick, has mastered the art of subtle comedy. Nick is kind/naive to the point of being stupid, but he's adorable and charming enough to make us forgive him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I truly adored about this movie was that the smaller roles were equally as important as the main cast. Nick's friends are goofy, gay, and completely normal teenage boys. The creators of this movie didn't buy into the stereotypes that many other movies abide by. Norah's best friend is an annoying drunk, but it's when we see her at her worst that we begin to find her endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only problem with this film was the antagonist, Nick's ex Tris. I know that we're supposed to hate her and all but she's just too damn irritating. She's too meek, shallow and awkward to be believed as an actual threat and I truly believe that if Nick was indeed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;, he would not be able to tolerate that girl for the six months that they were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall for story, character/acting and execution I give this film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four Yugos out of Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be going to see it again...a ridiculous amount of times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-5929602008862161580?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/5929602008862161580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5929602008862161580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/5929602008862161580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/nick-and-norahs-infinite-playlist.html' title='Nick and Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist.'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SOgp7xWvoQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KJ6tsthIWVE/s72-c/yugos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646949511912075035.post-3323043952860873730</id><published>2008-10-04T19:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:14:36.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>Melora. I am she. A twenty-one year old aspiring globe trotter and self-proclaimed fashionista. Agree or disagree, I'd love to hear your input. This blog is a spawn of boredom and my love of everything creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4646949511912075035-3323043952860873730?l=andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/feeds/3323043952860873730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3323043952860873730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4646949511912075035/posts/default/3323043952860873730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andwhenshewasbadshewashorrid.blogspot.com/2008/10/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>melora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13138870043634385363</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DlqmuITb-ts/SfPmd-Bhf8I/AAAAAAAAARI/XCv6LjwVw7M/S220/059.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
