<?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-6897138137949598565</id><updated>2011-10-11T17:17:28.673-07:00</updated><category term='Finals'/><category term='college'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><category term='fall'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='summer school'/><category term='Music'/><category term='crafts'/><title type='text'>A Day In The Life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-9010186531310905019</id><published>2011-10-11T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:17:28.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 05 through 11</title><content type='html'>Here are the photos from my 30 Day Photo Challenge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 05: From a high angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXhzOxyQaD0/TpTaW3FUlgI/AAAAAAAAALA/Z1rFckpJLnI/s1600/100_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXhzOxyQaD0/TpTaW3FUlgI/AAAAAAAAALA/Z1rFckpJLnI/s320/100_1146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662390717789804034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 06: From a low angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCWBGWhQk08/TpTaXB74GiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tcy3snMe9Kw/s1600/100_1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCWBGWhQk08/TpTaXB74GiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/tcy3snMe9Kw/s320/100_1154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662390720702978594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 07: Fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJexx3xEXmQ/TpTaX_XS2QI/AAAAAAAAALY/9w12PxNGdPQ/s1600/100_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UJexx3xEXmQ/TpTaX_XS2QI/AAAAAAAAALY/9w12PxNGdPQ/s320/100_1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662390737192540418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 08: Bad habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeUf9nf4gvA/TpTaYXC9R5I/AAAAAAAAALk/w0iGDJiFEA4/s1600/100_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeUf9nf4gvA/TpTaYXC9R5I/AAAAAAAAALk/w0iGDJiFEA4/s320/100_1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662390743549691794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 09: Someone you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9xr7xKcZyY/TpTaYpSUGaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_Ci9eSZeK_A/s1600/100_1162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9xr7xKcZyY/TpTaYpSUGaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_Ci9eSZeK_A/s320/100_1162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662390748445940130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: Childhood memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd1W1Vfx0b8/TpTbTNoKl7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Kc97vHDC4Eo/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nd1W1Vfx0b8/TpTbTNoKl7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Kc97vHDC4Eo/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662391754633680818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11: Something blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxxaCXE04UQ/TpTbTVUHfeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pMzGPv0XCo0/s1600/100_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qxxaCXE04UQ/TpTbTVUHfeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/pMzGPv0XCo0/s320/100_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662391756697075170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my 31 Days to Clean, I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Washed my window treatments in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;* Cleaned out and organized my kitchen cabinets&lt;br /&gt;* Cleaned out and organized my pantry&lt;br /&gt;* Cleaned out and organized the kitchen drawers&lt;br /&gt;* Swept, vacuumed, and mopped the floors.&lt;br /&gt;* Cleaned the window treatments in the living room&lt;br /&gt;* Washed the walls and dusted the ceiling in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to admit, I got backed up for a few days...but I'm all caught up now. Hopefully I can get these things accomplished by Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-9010186531310905019?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/9010186531310905019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=9010186531310905019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/9010186531310905019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/9010186531310905019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-05-through-11.html' title='Day 05 through 11'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXhzOxyQaD0/TpTaW3FUlgI/AAAAAAAAALA/Z1rFckpJLnI/s72-c/100_1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-7918170048672769857</id><published>2011-10-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:38:18.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 Days to Clean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean the microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNLdzAFJn_o/ToumTm_93jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HsZW1K4fQ1U/s1600/photo-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNLdzAFJn_o/ToumTm_93jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HsZW1K4fQ1U/s320/photo-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659800212537728562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NriRGQN95BQ/ToumIfojJCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/I1yVfbYaD-k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NriRGQN95BQ/ToumIfojJCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/I1yVfbYaD-k/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659800021581898786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Day Photo Challenge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7l_O1F1pLVI/Toumx92aVJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/E6gvDFX9Rlk/s1600/100_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7l_O1F1pLVI/Toumx92aVJI/AAAAAAAAAK4/E6gvDFX9Rlk/s320/100_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659800734067741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-7918170048672769857?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/7918170048672769857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=7918170048672769857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7918170048672769857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7918170048672769857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-04.html' title='Day 04'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNLdzAFJn_o/ToumTm_93jI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HsZW1K4fQ1U/s72-c/photo-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2345876272691396320</id><published>2011-10-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T10:58:41.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 days to clean; 30 day photo challenge; 6 weeks to Christmas</title><content type='html'>So. I'm starting to think I'm feeling the school void in the life because I am aiming to complete these three projects starting this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: 31 Days to Clean.&lt;br /&gt;Each day there is a short passage to read that is encouraging, uplifting, and positive, which is then followed by a challenge of spirit and a challenge of cleanliness. I am on day three (cleaning/polishing/dusting kitchen cabinets and top of the refrigerator). I am a big fan of lists and schedules (and cleanliness), so this challenge should go rather well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: 30 Day Photo Challenge&lt;br /&gt;My friend Megan (managingchaosanddinner.blogspot.com/) shared this with me and I decided to join in. Each day there is a topic of which you are to photograph. Again, on day three and the first three pictures are a self-portrait, what you wore, and clouds. I really would like to take more pictures everyday and not just on "special occasions". My only complaint so far is that I am supposed to be in quite a few of the photos. How can I take the picture if I'm in it? I guess that's the creativity challenge. I'll post the pictures on here (best I can) each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: 6 Weeks to Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I think I am most excited about this plan. This website sends you daily emails about how to prepare for Christmas in six weeks, leaving you done and prepared just before the week before Christmas. :) I love Christmas and planning for it will not be a chore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2345876272691396320?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2345876272691396320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2345876272691396320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2345876272691396320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2345876272691396320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/10/31-days-to-clean-30-day-photo-challenge.html' title='31 days to clean; 30 day photo challenge; 6 weeks to Christmas'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-8278529101117470289</id><published>2011-08-12T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T18:43:39.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer school'/><title type='text'>DIY {lately}</title><content type='html'>*Critter masks - Fox, Raccoon, Skunk&lt;br /&gt;*Sun Jar&lt;br /&gt;*Mason Jar Drinking Cups w/lid and steel straws&lt;br /&gt;*Journal (in progress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in such letsmakesomething mood lately, but all of my craft stuff is so disorganized. I hope I get it into gear and actually create things on a much more regular basis. I have a sweater I have been "working on" for almost two years now. I really want to finish it because it will be adorable, but I hate picking up projects that have been on hold for so long. It's like starting completely over. My goal is to at least start on my journal project and pick up on my sweater before the end of September. I think that is giving myself way more time than I really should to get motivated on something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that exciting information, I will be completing my last college class ever in five days. Specifically I have one quiz and one exam left. I got some gifts for my parents and wrapped them today as a thank you for paying for college. I plan on giving them their presents next week, the day after I am done. I also fashioned my own college sweater by ordering a SDSU iron-on patch and buying a super cute cardigan in red. Much more retro, much cheaper, and much more wearable than the school store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a lovely summer and they have wonderful plans to celebrate the coming end of the season. Onward to fall please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-8278529101117470289?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/8278529101117470289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=8278529101117470289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8278529101117470289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8278529101117470289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/08/diy-lately.html' title='DIY {lately}'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-4526100007542781762</id><published>2011-08-06T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T17:30:52.151-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>I love autumn and Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I know what you're thinking...it's August! I am just not a summer girl and I am so anxious to celebrate the holidays without being a student. Being a college student and trying to celebrate both Thanksgiving and Christmas is without a doubt difficult. I have loved this particular time of year since I was young, and now that I can decorate my own apartment and share this warm time of year with my wonderful fiancé is just thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...to get to the actual point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out what I can make for Thanksgiving this year. I have been vegetarian for five years now and any holiday dinner is difficult to create and/or contribute to while still complimenting the other entrees and sides. However, today I made quinoa stuffed peppers for lunch and they were delicious, filling, and friendly to even the stubbornest of meat eaters. So, I thought "I shall make quinoa stuffed acorn squash for this Thanksgiving". I think with the quinoa and the squash...already yummy...I will add dried cranberries, walnuts, and celery. I can season the quinoa with cumin and maybe some allspice. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Christmas. I decided to hand make all of our Christmas cards this year. I started searching for inspiration a month or so ago, and today I started cutting and arranging some paper in a Christmas-y and crafty fashion. I hope they come out as cute as I am picturing them in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;* I will be finished with my BA on the 17th of this month. (beyond thrilled)&lt;br /&gt;* I have about six projects (craft) going on at once. (feels great to have leisure time again)&lt;br /&gt;* Andrew and I went to Borders yesterday to take advantage of their "GoingOutOfBusinessSale" and I found the Ender's Game series on sale! (If you haven't read Ender's Game I highly recommend it, don't let the Sci-fi genre turn you off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is having a beautiful summer and has brilliant plans for the fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-4526100007542781762?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/4526100007542781762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=4526100007542781762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4526100007542781762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4526100007542781762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-autumn-and-christmas.html' title='I love autumn and Christmas.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2172150914488173071</id><published>2011-07-30T13:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T13:50:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suggestions?</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know of a great stationary company that does formal wedding invitations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2172150914488173071?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2172150914488173071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2172150914488173071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2172150914488173071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2172150914488173071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/07/suggestions.html' title='Suggestions?'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1908243901647112232</id><published>2011-07-16T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T09:27:21.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch-up</title><content type='html'>Well, so much for blogging regularly. I suppose I can blame too much school, too much work, and so on. To catch you up, I have taken sixteen courses in the past eleven months, while working, moving twice, planning a wedding, and attempting to have a social life. Here is an overview of the past year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started my first semester at San Diego State University.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Registered for 15 units.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Added a class, making it 18 units.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;September 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Moved out of my parents' house, to North Park, with Ty and Andrew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;October 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not much happened this month, (I'm sure it was because I was buried with school), so here is a picture of our carved pumpkin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84pFkH2unPg/TiGzwNzakWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DG6DPTFcIvg/s1600/100_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84pFkH2unPg/TiGzwNzakWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DG6DPTFcIvg/s320/100_0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629978650110234978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I turned 23.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew proposed!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tV8uIY-_cCg/TiG0Fm2a3zI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Mvg696zAojw/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tV8uIY-_cCg/TiG0Fm2a3zI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Mvg696zAojw/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629979017610977074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;December 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew turned 24.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew performed in his final African Drumming Performance.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9czAnG6V1Y/TiG0w7eUHXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/N6rLW3AD_BU/s1600/100_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9czAnG6V1Y/TiG0w7eUHXI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/N6rLW3AD_BU/s320/100_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629979761881390450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I completed my first semester at SDSU with a 3.5 GPA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got a Keurig for Christmas!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;January 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rang in the New Year at Kalen's house.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtRKVTuzOxI/TiG0xO3qgNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XH-tfpOXdwM/s1600/100_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtRKVTuzOxI/TiG0xO3qgNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XH-tfpOXdwM/s320/100_0809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629979767087988946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Began my second semester at SDSU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a trip to Washington, D.C. with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXVBtpfrLDU/TiG1NdEdQeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K4kwSCbsaGQ/s1600/IMG_9012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mXVBtpfrLDU/TiG1NdEdQeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K4kwSCbsaGQ/s320/IMG_9012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629980251936080354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asked my bridesmaids to be in the wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5M8UUIQbeQ/TiG1jeb7T1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/fqaU9t5YUSY/s1600/100_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q5M8UUIQbeQ/TiG1jeb7T1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/fqaU9t5YUSY/s320/100_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629980630260076370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jude and I jumped on the bed.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qjc-OOVXfU/TiG1j7f1G_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DZSocDllcEU/s1600/100_0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qjc-OOVXfU/TiG1j7f1G_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DZSocDllcEU/s320/100_0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629980638061075442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crystal took Andrew and my Save the Date pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8jP4AyUBco/TiG2MRnaqkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vCGPctvKp1Q/s1600/IMG_2631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V8jP4AyUBco/TiG2MRnaqkI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vCGPctvKp1Q/s320/IMG_2631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629981331193244226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Easter basket:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teKw1l8SqhA/TiG2MsxB69I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DK4Chmh1nFA/s1600/100_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-teKw1l8SqhA/TiG2MsxB69I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DK4Chmh1nFA/s320/100_0899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629981338481322962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;May 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew finally took a picture with Mortimer Mouse.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKq89gnwMyk/TiG2puzQFeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CkmjRP3Giqc/s1600/100_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LKq89gnwMyk/TiG2puzQFeI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CkmjRP3Giqc/s320/100_0931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629981837243717090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated my dad's birthday.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1k1eXWlexE/TiG2pa3e_zI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WxZcEySjSxk/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1k1eXWlexE/TiG2pa3e_zI/AAAAAAAAAKI/WxZcEySjSxk/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629981831892762418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I completed my second semester at SDSU with a 3.75 gpa&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made the Dean's List at SDSU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;June 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Andrew and I moved two doors down, into our own apartment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Started my third and final semester at SDSU (summer session, two six week sessions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accidentally registered for three courses for the first six weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jude (and I) made a sheep.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0cGRpq8g5o/TiG3AvTfFiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ogdt1oPF8U0/s1600/IMG_0428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W0cGRpq8g5o/TiG3AvTfFiI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ogdt1oPF8U0/s320/IMG_0428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629982232515909154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jude painted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;July 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Built a play structure at my parents' house.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61K5WHSHEks/TiG3Uz8Sd9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Jz84H2Xrm2E/s1600/DSCF0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61K5WHSHEks/TiG3Uz8Sd9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Jz84H2Xrm2E/s320/DSCF0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629982577358174162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Completed summer session I with a 3.33 GPA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Began summer session II.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PAID OFF MY CAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So many things have happened over the past year and I cannot believe all of the good that has occurred. I am truly blessed to have my family, Andrew, and my friends supporting me. They have helped me get through school, tolerate work, celebrate occasions, and entertain me. Such a wonderful/difficult/exciting/neverreallywanttodothatagain kind of year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, you may ask...what's next? Well, I will tell you. I will finish my last course in the middle of August. I plan to enjoy having free time. I plan to be creative, clean, organize, laugh, drink, eat, exercise, shop, travel, listen, watch, and love. Andrew and I have a lot of planning for the wedding to do as well. I want to completely enjoy my engagement and my wedding. After that, I want to enjoy being married and go to Europe for our honeymoon. I just want to enjoy being young, being married, and enjoy not being a student!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1908243901647112232?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1908243901647112232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1908243901647112232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1908243901647112232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1908243901647112232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/07/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch-up'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84pFkH2unPg/TiGzwNzakWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DG6DPTFcIvg/s72-c/100_0694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3075784401394792277</id><published>2011-07-07T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T08:23:18.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot diggity dog, I'm having a good year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFXWxgF395s/ThXM2oK43kI/AAAAAAAAAII/k484YFk_Fa0/s1600/IM000500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFXWxgF395s/ThXM2oK43kI/AAAAAAAAAII/k484YFk_Fa0/s400/IM000500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626628548337393218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me back when I was 17 and bought my first car. It was quite difficult making those $300 payments every month for six years on a minimum wage income, but I made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day I have paid off my car in full and it belongs to meeee! I am so excited. This is truly a great feeling and I just keep thinking that the good feeling train is still headed my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also the day I finish my Summer School Session I. This was a really difficult school year for me overall. Taking 18 units (six courses) in both the fall and the spring, and then piling on the courses in the summer so I could finish. I took three courses in six weeks. I do not recommend this. I was miserable for six weeks and certainly had no social life. But today, I will take my final exam at 10 am and then I will be done with this awful schedule. Next session (which begins on Wednesday), I will only be taking one course. This one course will be completely online and IT WILL BE MY LAST UNDERGRAD COURSE EVER! Hooray! I will be completing my degree in six weeks. Whew. Good year for me. Let's review the wonderfulness that is this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Engaged to the most wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;• Making the Dean's List in the Spring of 2011 (Even though I was taking waaaay too many classes)&lt;br /&gt;• Earning my bachelors degree in sociology&lt;br /&gt;• Paid off my car&lt;br /&gt;• Got a raise at work (working for a school, you don't expect that)&lt;br /&gt;• Andrew got a raise&lt;br /&gt;• Made top ten scores on Astro Blasters at Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5Mj4XVD9ug/ThXO50_WUYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wIBJSksysN8/s1600/Top%2BTen%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m5Mj4XVD9ug/ThXO50_WUYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/wIBJSksysN8/s400/Top%2BTen%2521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626630802341515650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much wonderfulness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-3075784401394792277?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/3075784401394792277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=3075784401394792277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3075784401394792277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3075784401394792277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/07/hot-diggity-dog-im-having-good-year.html' title='Hot diggity dog, I&apos;m having a good year!'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CFXWxgF395s/ThXM2oK43kI/AAAAAAAAAII/k484YFk_Fa0/s72-c/IM000500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5636968978446625510</id><published>2011-05-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:03:49.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer school'/><title type='text'>Six Weeks.</title><content type='html'>For six weeks I will probably not be writing any posts. I will be struggling through summer school session one. (Where I accidentally registered for three courses instead of two. I thought I registered to two course my first session and two for my second session, but no.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5636968978446625510?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5636968978446625510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5636968978446625510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5636968978446625510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5636968978446625510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/05/six-weeks.html' title='Six Weeks.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5249555835751981718</id><published>2011-05-22T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:01:57.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer school'/><title type='text'>SOC 410 is going to kill me.</title><content type='html'>I really hope the syllabus is just intimidating and once I get going it won't be a big deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5249555835751981718?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5249555835751981718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5249555835751981718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5249555835751981718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5249555835751981718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/05/soc-410-is-going-to-kill-me.html' title='SOC 410 is going to kill me.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1400875905229224768</id><published>2011-05-17T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:21:28.030-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finals'/><title type='text'>Listening to Music = Studying.</title><content type='html'>I have two finals today. My finals today are in The History of Psychedelic Rock and the Sociology of Population and Its Problems. I don't really care about the SOC class. This class was completely dull and the professor wasn't very skilled at teaching. Knowledgeable woman, just couldn't teach her knowledge well. Anyway, I have a "C" in the class even if I don't take the final...taking it ensures my "B" or earns me an "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My music final however I am studying for, just to be sure I know the ins and outs of the music, producers, bands, and back-stories. Here is the playlist for my class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Byrds, “Eight Miles High” (1965)&lt;br /&gt;The Charlatans, “Alabama Bound” (1965)&lt;br /&gt;The Jefferson Airplane, “White Rabbit” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;The Grateful Dead, “That’s It for the Other One” (1968)&lt;br /&gt;The Paul Butterfield Blues Band, “East-West” (1966)&lt;br /&gt;The Steve Miller Band, “The Beauty of Time Is That It’s Snowing” (1968)&lt;br /&gt;13th Floor Elevators, “You’re Gonna Miss Me” (1966)&lt;br /&gt;Country Joe and the Fish, “Section 43” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;Moby Grape, “Omaha” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother and the Holding Company, “Piece of My Heart” (1968)&lt;br /&gt;Quicksilver Messenger Service, “Who Do You Love” (1969)&lt;br /&gt;Fifty Foot Hose, “Red the Sign Post” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;Red Crayola, “Parable of Arable Land” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;The Electric Prunes, “I Had Too Much to Dream (Last Night)” (1966)&lt;br /&gt;Love, “She Comes in Colors” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;The Doors, “Break On Through” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Alarm Clock, “Incense and Peppermints” (1967)&lt;br /&gt;Spirit, “Mechanical World” (1968)&lt;br /&gt;Iron Butterfly, “In-a-Gadda-Da-Vida” (1968)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Donovan, “Sunshine Superman” (1966) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Incredible String Band, “The Mad Hatter’s Song” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles, “Tomorrow Never Knows” (1966) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles, “A Day in the Life” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beatles, “Strawberry Fields Forever” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Beach Boys, “Good Vibrations” (1966) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolling Stones, “She’s a Rainbow” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pink Floyd, “See Emily Play” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Soft Machine, “Joy of a Toy” (1968) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Procol Harum, “A Whiter Shade of Pale” (1967)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow, “My White Bicycle” (1968) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Arthur Brown, “Fire” (1968) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Yardbirds, “Happenings Ten Years Time Ago” (1966) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cream, “Sunshine of Your Love” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Traffic, “Paper Sun” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix Experience, “Purple Haze” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jimi Hendrix Experience, “1983 (A Merman I Should Turn to Be)” (1968) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Burdon and the Animals, “Monterey” (1967) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Moody Blues, “Legend of a Mind” (1968) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first half were on the midterm, those bolded and italicized are on the final. Studying has never sounded this good. :)  Also, this is has been such a fantastic course. I am so thankful for my professor for teaching it. Happy Finals Week Everyone...let's have a drink when it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1400875905229224768?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1400875905229224768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1400875905229224768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1400875905229224768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1400875905229224768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/05/listening-to-music-studying.html' title='Listening to Music = Studying.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-4041697124064046094</id><published>2011-05-15T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:38:40.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Date</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to send out our save the dates! Our wonderful friend Crystal took our picture and I designed the save the dates using photoshop. We got them printed at a great online printer called &lt;a href="http://www.nextdayflyers.com"&gt;Next Day Flyers&lt;/a&gt;. They were an excellent price and we got them just a week later. I will porobably spend today addressing them and maybe we can go pick out stamps. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-4041697124064046094?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/4041697124064046094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=4041697124064046094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4041697124064046094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4041697124064046094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/05/save-date.html' title='Save the Date'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5967594602733260764</id><published>2011-05-03T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T19:03:57.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want the power.</title><content type='html'>today in class, my professor said something that stuck with me. she mentioned that she is going to do her best to not contribute to any corporation that cut labor costs (layoffs, frozen wages, wage cuts, benefit cuts, etc.) and gained a profit in the same year. i really liked this idea, but i'm having a difficult time finding which companies have cut labor costs. it was easy to find who made what profits in 2010, but it is next to impossible to see who cut labor costs. if anyone has any idea where i could find information about which companies cut labor costs in 2010 or this year, i would really appreciate it. unfortunately, this task seems much more difficult than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to be consumers, then let's use that power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5967594602733260764?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5967594602733260764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5967594602733260764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5967594602733260764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5967594602733260764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-want-power.html' title='i want the power.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6769203136470327954</id><published>2011-04-30T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T08:17:04.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to-dos and to-don'ts</title><content type='html'>I guess I haven't been keeping up with posting as I hoped I would. I think it comes down to the fact that I just haven't been all that thrilled with life lately. I seem to mostly just work and go to school. Andrew and I are still on opposite schedules for the most part. (Literally opposite, I pull into our alley at 3:30pm and he is usually leaving for work at that same time...it's depressing). By Thursdays (Andrew's only consistent day off) we are pretty much going on about how we haven't really seen each other all week. We spend much less time together now, than we did when we lived apart. I cannot wait until I'm through with school. I want free time! I miss going out with my friends, I miss having friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Andrew and I both had Friday night off (amazing). So we went out to dinner with Ty and Jordan ended up meeting us there. We went to Blind Lady Ale House. Andrew said he didn't really think the prices were worth it, but I really enjoyed this place. BLAH is family friendly and the food was yummy. I had Spring Vegetable Risotto. So delicious. After BLAH, we came back to the apartment and waited for Crystal, Kalen, Johanna, Andrea, and two other cousins of Crystal's to come over. We all walked down to U31 to celebrate Johanna's birthday. I had never been to U31, and it ended up being a better venue than I expected. Luckily, we got there before 10 pm so we didn't have to pay a cover. Seth, Ian, Danielle, Gerry, and Marco all joined us there. We enjoyed our night of dancing and drinking. The group all headed back to the apartment around 1:30 or so. Andrew made everyone enchilada's and we stayed up talking, playing music, and laughing until about 3:30 this morning. Andrew and I cleaned up the kitchen after everyone left and then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how much I missed my friends. I rarely see them anymore and I usually make excuses not to go out because I am tired from my hectic schedule. But I really need to push myself to go out more and see them. I love them. They really brighten my mood and lift my spirits. Luckily, I'll be going out with them next week for the baseball game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying up so late last night really threw me off today. I woke up late, ran some errands with Andrew, took a nap after Andrew went to work, and then kind of just did nothing the rest of the evening. I really wanted to get through all of my assignments today, but I just wasn't motivated. I did do my MUSIC 106 assignment though. I guess I got something done. Here is my home stretch to-do list for approaching Finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSIC 106:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;• Assignment #3: Due May 9th&lt;br /&gt;• Discussion Board: Due May 9th&lt;br /&gt;• Concert Review: Due May 14th I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC 408:&lt;br /&gt;• Read and Code fieldnotes&lt;br /&gt;• Write research paper: Due May 10th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC 433:&lt;br /&gt;• Extra Credit Paper (topic-Obama's Policies): Due May 5th&lt;br /&gt;• Extra Credit Documentary Summary: Due May 19th?&lt;br /&gt;• Complete any reading I haven't yet&lt;br /&gt;• 1 Pop Quiz left&lt;br /&gt;• Online Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC 351C:&lt;br /&gt;• 1 Quiz left&lt;br /&gt;• Final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC 403:&lt;br /&gt;• Finish my Klein paper (1 - 1 1/2 page more): Due May 5th&lt;br /&gt;• Study for Final: May 5th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOC 350:&lt;br /&gt;• Final: May 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I also need to register for summer classes on the 10th of May, come up with some ideas for Mother's Day, Andrew's mom's birthday is this month, my dad's birthday is this month, and I need to remember to sleep, eat, and breath this month. I really don't have too much school work left, I'm just so completely over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Andrew should be home from work soon. I really need to be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6897138137949598565-6769203136470327954?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/6769203136470327954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=6769203136470327954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6769203136470327954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6769203136470327954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-dos-and-to-donts.html' title='to-dos and to-don&apos;ts'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5426318921841085377</id><published>2011-04-26T17:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T17:35:49.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SDSU Jazz Combo</title><content type='html'>So. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a new day, and this new day just won't end. I have been on campus since 8:30 am this morning and will not be home until about 8 pm tonight. Tuesdays are normally my long day, but I had to attend a jazz concert after my last class. Luckily, I like music. So, I suppose it's a nice way to end the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for ending this semester...? I'm swamped. I have quite a few pages to read and quite a few papers to write by next week. More than one of my professors thought it was a good decision to push the last day of class up. Good that we end early, bad I have so much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be august? Can I be on a vacation somewhere? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5426318921841085377?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5426318921841085377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5426318921841085377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5426318921841085377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5426318921841085377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/04/sdsu-jazz-combo.html' title='SDSU Jazz Combo'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-505661247236561972</id><published>2011-04-25T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:55:21.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work work.</title><content type='html'>Today, I left work two hours early so I could come home and do more work. I've been working on homework for hours. I finished everything due tomorrow, but now I'm working on next weeks assignments. Odds are Andrew will come home to me asleep with my book next me. I'll be at school tomorrow from 9:30 am until 7ish pm. Sigh. I'll write more tomorrow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-505661247236561972?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/505661247236561972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=505661247236561972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/505661247236561972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/505661247236561972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-work-work.html' title='Work work work.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2293847838839617647</id><published>2011-04-20T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T19:47:58.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wore.</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to lay out an outfit the night before work (and sometimes school), so I have more time to the morning to sleep. Here is what I wore to work today (better pictures in the future, sorry):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDR8p4dhPcY/Ta-WqQBySdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E5y4VWoSMmE/s1600/WhatIWore.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVDbdIsB0CI/Ta-Y9BIPSWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SLBe4sVuyvw/s1600/WhatIWore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVDbdIsB0CI/Ta-Y9BIPSWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SLBe4sVuyvw/s400/WhatIWore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597861035887249762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skirt - &lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/"&gt;ModCloth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button-up - &lt;a href="http://www.nyandcompany.com/"&gt;New York &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/a&gt;/Hand-me-down&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan - not sure what store it's from, it's a long story how I got this cardigan&lt;br /&gt;Tights - &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointed Flats - &lt;a href="http://www.jcpenney.com/"&gt;JCPenney&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owl Necklace - &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/"&gt;Forever 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really love this skirt, and ModCloth for that matter. I got the skirt on sale for just $10! It's really well made too. Lined, nice weight to the material, and POCKETS! I adore any dress or skirt that includes pockets. I really wish ModCloth had a store front because they would be my go to store. If you have never shopped on their website, I highly recommend it. Where is you favorite place to shop to clothes?&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/6897138137949598565-2293847838839617647?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2293847838839617647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2293847838839617647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2293847838839617647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2293847838839617647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-i-wore.html' title='What I wore.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVDbdIsB0CI/Ta-Y9BIPSWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SLBe4sVuyvw/s72-c/WhatIWore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-4422349343171355054</id><published>2011-04-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T15:10:43.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy World of Arthur Brown</title><content type='html'>(I do not blog much, but today I start)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester, my music class is what keeps me sane and actually excited to learn. Now, the irony of this sanity-keeper is that my music class is psychedelic rock of the 1960s (oh yeah!). To quote my professor, "I'm afraid if a Psychedelic Rock class is 'keeping you sane', you are probably well beyond all hopes of sanity." He is right, I left the idea of sanity long ago when I decided six classes and working and planning a wedding was in my realm of do-able. More on that later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I didn't go to school because I woke up with what was the worst headache I have ever experienced. I tragically realized the following day that I missed the lecture in my music class about Arthur Brown! Needless to say, I was heartbroken. If you are unfamiliar with Arthur Brown, He is the God of hell fire and he brings you FIRE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Backstory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never heard of Arthur Brown until this class. At the beginning of the semester, I was listening to our class playlist with my mom, Nichole, and Andrew and we got to Arthur Brown's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;. My mom stopped talking (mid-sentence) to began saying "I am the God of hell fire...and I bring you..." She then began dancing whimsically around the room to the music. It was great and strange. Since then, Andrew started looking into Arthur Brown and we saw he definitely was the God of hell fire (referencing the image of him with his head on fire). We luckily found The Crazy World of Arthur Brown on vinyl at our local record store and bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now remember, I have been looking forward to this lecture all semester. Andrew and my mom have asked me continually "when do you learn about Arthur Brown?" We had a little obsession. So, missing this lecture was devastating. However, I decided to approach my professor after class and request extra information about this Arthur Brown. He said he had some fantastic videos to share with me and just to send him an email. So I did...the moment I left class. I explained our obsession and he agreed further knowledge was certainly necessary. Here are those videos for you all to enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5hs3IDETcg &lt;br /&gt;"dig the poor, lost soul who wanders into the picture at 1:35" -Professor Simgel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lFI3aY4lKCc&amp;feature=related &lt;br /&gt;"great interview in which Brown discusses some of the challenges to donning a fire helmet" - Professor Smigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3uq_HLfzEaM&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;"photo documentation of an inevitable costume mishap" -Professor Smigel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy these videos as much as I will! (I haven't watched them yet, I'm saving them for after my last class today.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-4422349343171355054?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/4422349343171355054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=4422349343171355054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4422349343171355054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4422349343171355054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-world-of-arthur-brown.html' title='The Crazy World of Arthur Brown'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-7115458902439588966</id><published>2011-04-16T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T22:17:30.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uggggggh</title><content type='html'>four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;four more months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really over school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-7115458902439588966?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/7115458902439588966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=7115458902439588966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7115458902439588966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7115458902439588966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/04/uggggggh.html' title='uggggggh'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1770489357101718634</id><published>2011-02-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:25:59.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three hundred and sixty-three days away.</title><content type='html'>Andrew and I have finally set a date for the wedding. I'm so excited! Look for those save the dates...in like a month or so. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1770489357101718634?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1770489357101718634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1770489357101718634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1770489357101718634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1770489357101718634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-hundred-and-sixty-three-days-away.html' title='Three hundred and sixty-three days away.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1745164360689174211</id><published>2010-12-11T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:45:29.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe the last time I posted was at the beginning of the school semester. Goes to show you starting school (at a new school), moving, and a million zillion other things leads to not wasting much time doing stuff like blogging. I feel like the past five months has raced by in slow motion. (That makes perfect sense, trust me). I not only took the five courses that I listed in my last post, but I brilliantly added another fast track course half way through the semester. I took six, count 'em, six classes this semester. I also did pretty well overall and did a whole lotta coursework. I'm happy to be [almost] through with my semester and pulling off mostly A's and B's with only one C (in Geology). Our apartment is now certainly a home and my roommates are delightful boys. One of which is now my fiancé. Andrew proposed just before my birthday in November and I couldn't be more thrilled to be engaged. I would love to start planning a beautiful wedding that I want to personally craft (craft being the key word here) myself...but alas, school blows and I must finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my life is work, school, and Andrew. I try to see friends, but my friends are just as busy or tired as I am. I have so many art supplies, craft items, materials, cameras (yes, plural), yada yada yada, in our bedroom that I'm beginning to think they are taking over. Unfortunately, I hardly touch any of it due to my godawful schedule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've gone through the "this is this and that is that" onto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/D296E42A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 430px;" src="http://s3.thisnext.com/media/largest_dimension/D296E42A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this time of year and really wish school didn't get in the way of enjoying it. Finals really cramp my style. I have a million things to knit, a billion cookies to bake, and a zillion lights to look at. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and a brilliant New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1745164360689174211?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1745164360689174211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1745164360689174211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1745164360689174211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1745164360689174211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/12/whew.html' title='Whew.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5841351084371412950</id><published>2010-08-17T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T17:57:44.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New School, New Place, New Life.</title><content type='html'>There have been so many new things going on lately and I have been so unmotivated oddly. However, let us get through the new and exciting before I get into the old and the boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New School:&lt;br /&gt;I will be attending SDSU this fall and I am determined to only leave this school with a diploma in my hand. I transfered to State from San Marcos (which I transfered to from Southwestern) as a junior in Sociology. The most exciting news is I should only have three semesters remaining. Unfortunately, each of those semesters will have me registering for 15 units. But alas, there is light at the end of the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indeed taking five classes this semester, to ensure my graduation date be sooner rather than later. I will be taking:&lt;br /&gt;• Anthropology 439 - Cultural Comparison Through Film&lt;br /&gt;• Geology 303 - Natural Disasters&lt;br /&gt;• Soc 250 - Introduction To Social Research&lt;br /&gt;• Soc 401 - Social Theory &lt;br /&gt;• RWS 305 - Writng In Various Settngs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though my semester will be very well-rounded and I hope to be interested in my classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Apartment:&lt;br /&gt;Andrew, Ty, and I will be moving to North Park in September. Nichole and Wesley's building had a few units open and Wesley is the onsite manager so he showed us the two bedroom. Our applications were accepted and we will be moving in a couple of weeks. I am excited and overwhelmed all at the same time. I think I am overwhelmed because school will be starting the same week we will be moving, plus the three of us are going to a music festival in LA on the 4th of September. (Bored all summer and now everything is happening at once.) It will be interesting to live with boys, one of them being my boyfriend. I have a hunch I will quickly become the mom of the house and I suppose that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, the only big item we need to buy is a couch. I have two coffee tables (one of which can be used to set the television on), most of what we need for our kitchen, and a dining table. We don't think there will be enough room for a dining table, but I really like my table and hope it fits. There are a few other items that we will need to get over time, but a sofa is top priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other News:&lt;br /&gt;Not a thing. I thing starting school and moving is enough for now. I will be much happier come October once we are settled, school is in full swing, I have adjusted to my work schedule changing, and hopefully it will be crisp and autumn-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well with you and you have something to look forward to. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5841351084371412950?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5841351084371412950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5841351084371412950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5841351084371412950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5841351084371412950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-school-new-place-new-life.html' title='New School, New Place, New Life.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6424943608174203504</id><published>2010-07-03T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:26:33.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination.</title><content type='html'>i am most certainly not packing when i should be. Seattle here I come...tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-6424943608174203504?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/6424943608174203504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=6424943608174203504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6424943608174203504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6424943608174203504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/07/procrastination.html' title='procrastination.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-8810122476804919604</id><published>2010-06-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T19:54:28.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle, WA</title><content type='html'>Andrew and I leave on the fourth of July and make our way up to Seattle. We (mainly just me) are very excited for the trip. I loved Seattle last time I was there and called my dad to tell him I wasn't coming home (I was about 11 years old and apparently not allowed to make that decision). We plan on going to the Space Needle, the Experience the Music Project, Art Museum, Pike Place Market, and the original Starbucks. If we have time, a mom I sit for gave be some suggestions of where to go after emailing her sister-in-law, who lives up there. We are also going to take the Amtrak down to Vancouver, WA to visit family friends. So exicted! Yay travel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-8810122476804919604?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/8810122476804919604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=8810122476804919604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8810122476804919604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8810122476804919604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/06/seattle-wa.html' title='Seattle, WA'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2671709824075163919</id><published>2010-06-23T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:21:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More to come, but just for now.</title><content type='html'>I tend to ignore my blog on a regular basis and I really wish I wouldn't. It can be a wonderful release and a way to share some things I have been interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been picking up my knitting. I really needed something to do and be creative with. I have felt very dull and plain lately and my life has been excitementless for quite awhile now. (work has been my only routine lately. blegh.) Anyways, I finally started the sweater I bought materials for back in December. This is the sweater I'm working on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://knitting.craftgossip.com/files/2009/03/owls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 627px; height: 467px;" src="http://knitting.craftgossip.com/files/2009/03/owls.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about it! This will be my third knit sweater and I plan on really investing a lot into it. I want it to fit really well and I really want to understand it so I can design my own patterns in the future. I hope to have it done before it gets cold. Seeing as how the first day of summer was just the other day, I think I will have plenty of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently went through my closet and got rid of (sold or donated) half of my clothes. Clothes have always been so frustrating to me. I know what I want, but I can never find it in the stores or in my price range. I found some look books online that can inspire what I'm looking for while shopping, but ultimately I hope to work on my sewing skills so I can start making my own clothes. I bought some patterns at Joann's and plan on completing at least a skirt before my summer break from work is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I said summer break! Since I work at a school, I get time off. Since I work at a lame school where the kids are complete slackers, we only get a week and a half off. Although I would love more time off, I would not love my non existent paycheck because of the time off. To get to the point, I will be off from work the 30th through the 12th. I really wanted to go up to Seattle sometime during that week, but plane tickets are just too expensive. If anyone has a suggestion of where I could go for a few days (driving), I would really appreciate it. I need a change of pace from the normal routine, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on writing once a week and I will post some pictures of my sweater progress soon. So, don't click off...there will be more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, to you and yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2671709824075163919?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2671709824075163919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2671709824075163919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2671709824075163919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2671709824075163919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-to-come-but-just-for-now.html' title='More to come, but just for now.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-8619970301958661691</id><published>2010-04-20T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:24:19.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I tend to ignore this.</title><content type='html'>1. When do you feel happiest?&lt;br /&gt;when i am with andrew and we have nothing to do and no where to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you take care of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;i attempt to eat as healthy as possible. i am a pesctarian. i am trying to get back into the habit of exercising daily. i take the time to understand my feelings and emotions and my mental health has drastically improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you internally (by yourself) or externally (by others) motivated?&lt;br /&gt;completely internal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you do for fun?&lt;br /&gt;trips to disneyland. trips to record stores. crafty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What intimidates you?&lt;br /&gt;immaturity. it shouldn't. but i never know what to do with those whom are immature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is something you're proud of?&lt;br /&gt;andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finish this sentence. I never _____________.&lt;br /&gt;want to feel defined. i like the idea of continually discovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Favorite vacation spot.&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i have never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Today is a (rate from 1 - 10).&lt;br /&gt;eight. back to work, blegh, but still on my coachella high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Finish this sentence. If you knew me really well you'd know _____________.&lt;br /&gt;i name things. such as: the stone turtle outside my house is basil. the crawfish in nichole's car is chauncy. the plastic lizard in my bathroom is henry. i name most everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-8619970301958661691?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/8619970301958661691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=8619970301958661691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8619970301958661691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8619970301958661691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-tend-to-ignore-this.html' title='I tend to ignore this.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3212040111601454827</id><published>2010-03-29T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T13:41:57.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for airplanes!</title><content type='html'>Leaving for Minnesota tomorrow. I'm really excited. I've never been to that part of the country and it will be Andrew and my first real trip together. I love visiting new places and I can't wait to see what is in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-3212040111601454827?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/3212040111601454827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=3212040111601454827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3212040111601454827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3212040111601454827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/03/hooray-for-airplanes.html' title='Hooray for airplanes!'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5471656414988486119</id><published>2010-03-12T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:52:29.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does that make me a quitter?</title><content type='html'>I was offered a job tutoring for $20/hr and I did all of the paperwork, got set up, read through all of the information and manuals, and then I decided that it was more of a commitment than I was hoping for. I decided to not accept the position (or I suppose quit) because I didn't want this much responsibility. I have a track record of deciding to do something and then if I am not happy with the decision I back out. I can see where this could be a bad quality, but I figure overall I am a responsible person and I don't continue with things because they make me unhappy or depressed and stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have a steady job already and Bill (the book guy at Charter) offers me more hours at work if I want them. I proctor the SATs about once a month. I also babysit at least once a month. I was accepted to SDSU in the fall, and I want the time and sanity to do well there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just get really down on myself for making decisions and then changing my mind. I know in the end I go about the final decision in the right way for myself, but it is still discouraging to let down other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can it be coachella time yet? please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5471656414988486119?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5471656414988486119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5471656414988486119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5471656414988486119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5471656414988486119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/03/does-that-make-me-quitter.html' title='Does that make me a quitter?'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1231837665886173680</id><published>2010-02-16T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:22:49.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the indie rock coloring book.</title><content type='html'>i was greeted kindly with the indie rock coloring book when i came home from work today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/S3tg-RYalnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pEtb7J6wX2k/s1600-h/Indie-Rock-Coloring-Book-Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/S3tg-RYalnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pEtb7J6wX2k/s320/Indie-Rock-Coloring-Book-Cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439047597913970290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have already colored a page and a half and i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1231837665886173680?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1231837665886173680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1231837665886173680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1231837665886173680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1231837665886173680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/02/indie-rock-coloring-book.html' title='the indie rock coloring book.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/S3tg-RYalnI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pEtb7J6wX2k/s72-c/Indie-Rock-Coloring-Book-Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2273185830460432943</id><published>2010-02-16T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:18:04.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nevermind.</title><content type='html'>New phone is no more. I decided to stick to my simple phone for now. I would prefer an iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2273185830460432943?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2273185830460432943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2273185830460432943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2273185830460432943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2273185830460432943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/02/nevermind.html' title='Nevermind.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2580489261880407620</id><published>2010-02-14T11:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:08:13.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get used to the droid. If anyone has tips let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2580489261880407620?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2580489261880407620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2580489261880407620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2580489261880407620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2580489261880407620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-phone_14.html' title='new phone.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-8481204427582530291</id><published>2010-02-14T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T11:08:07.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to get used to the droid. If anyone has tips let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-8481204427582530291?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/8481204427582530291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=8481204427582530291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8481204427582530291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8481204427582530291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-phone.html' title='new phone.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-7049278364515612286</id><published>2009-11-29T20:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:43:21.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little late but...</title><content type='html'>What I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A job: My well paying job that includes co-workers I like and low stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: Even though I think university is an abusive relationship I can't seem to leave, I am thankful for my education and insight. I am thankful that I don't pay a dime for school because my dad believes in me and my education. I am thankful I have a better chance to succeed. I am thankful for my peers and how my sixteen week relationship with them are simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family: Providing for me. supporting me. and spending time with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, my Andrew: How he has influenced my life and decisions is beyond my understanding and imagination. I loved him when I shouldn't have and hoped to have him in my life again when there wasn't a chance. Seeing him and talking with him and feeling his touch is what creates the majority of my happiness. I feel blessed to have found love in someone who appreciates me and supports me and for whom I do the same. I am thankful to have him in my life as my best friend and my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew: Have you seen this kid? He is too adorable for words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee: It gets me through my half hour commute and my nights waiting for Andrew to get off of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting and Sewing: My true relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes of travel: Visiting Erin falls into this hope and plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland Passes: Our small get-a-ways to Disneyland are magical and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Men: (/black friday sales) I bought seasons 1 and 2 for $15 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley, Ian, and Orion: The small family I have adopted as part of my family. Ashley and Ian are the couple we hang out and drink with. We simply enjoy one another's company, which is nice when it seems like most everyone wants to go out and spend money. And Orion is basically like my second nephew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Cheese Sammiches: Which seems to be mostly what I eat these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a wonderful holiday season that I hope is filled with company and warmth, sweet smells and deliciousness, relaxation and fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-7049278364515612286?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/7049278364515612286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=7049278364515612286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7049278364515612286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7049278364515612286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-late-but.html' title='A little late but...'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-7042625581915466997</id><published>2009-10-24T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T20:00:43.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back at home.</title><content type='html'>I officially move back home tomorrow and I will be happy once I am settled in and have my routine down. It will be so nice to be closer to my family and to Andrew again. I am also happy to be home before the holidays. There is so much to do and keep up with that I think I have been driving Andrew a little nuts, but he is wonderful and is always there for me. I'm glad to be down in Chula Vista again closer to my support system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-7042625581915466997?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/7042625581915466997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=7042625581915466997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7042625581915466997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7042625581915466997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-at-home.html' title='back at home.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3752406396339344353</id><published>2009-08-25T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:25:57.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wants vs. needs.</title><content type='html'>i miss my boyfriend. i would like to see him more than just twice or three times a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-3752406396339344353?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/3752406396339344353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=3752406396339344353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3752406396339344353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3752406396339344353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/08/wants-vs-needs.html' title='wants vs. needs.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5865985882632787035</id><published>2009-07-27T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:49:10.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apartment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Sm4gPp2VQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M8Jq-QGOO1k/s1600-h/100_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Sm4fnBkkfTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/P9txtnSZNtA/s320/100_0830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363258961542020402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Sm4fm4_IaWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KdrTj4xfoVM/s1600-h/100_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Sm4fm4_IaWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KdrTj4xfoVM/s320/100_0828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363258959237507426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Sm4fmn0n0TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/weYY4fXhB64/s1600-h/100_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Sm4fmn0n0TI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/weYY4fXhB64/s320/100_0827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363258954630025522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5865985882632787035?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5865985882632787035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5865985882632787035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5865985882632787035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5865985882632787035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-apartment.html' title='My Apartment.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Sm4gPp2VQ8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/M8Jq-QGOO1k/s72-c/100_0836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5113203455423587544</id><published>2009-07-01T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:27:10.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day. four days. four shifts. six days.</title><content type='html'>Karin and I sign our lease tomorrow. I am working an opening shift tomorrow, so I'll be off at 8:45am. I still have a few more boxes to pack to take with me to my apartment. I have a lot to do within the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow - 4:30am: Work (Starbucks)&lt;br /&gt;                       9:00am: Packing&lt;br /&gt;                     11:00am: Selling my DS&lt;br /&gt;                       1:00pm: Heading up to Escondido&lt;br /&gt;                       2:00pm: Signing my lease!&lt;br /&gt;           rest of the day: unpack a little and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - BBQ with my family. Nichole, Wesley, and Jude are coming over. Andrew is coming also, which I'm quite happy about.   &lt;br /&gt;                    I'm not sure what else is planned for the day, but I think i want to venture out to see fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - 6:45am: Work (Starbucks)&lt;br /&gt;                 1:00pm: Officially moving.&lt;br /&gt;                 7:00pm: Tina's Birthday Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;                 Spending our first night in the apartment. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - I have to come down to C.V. to get a TB test. Andrew has the day off so maybe we can do something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - 4:30am: Work (Starbucks)&lt;br /&gt;                   2:30am: Signing my paperwork for Charter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - I'll have to go back to get my TB test checked. So, back down to C.V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Hopefully, this will be my start date for Charter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - My last shift at Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is coming together. lovely lovely. Much more in the weeks to come. I will post pictures of the new place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5113203455423587544?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5113203455423587544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5113203455423587544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5113203455423587544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5113203455423587544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-day-four-days-four-shifts-six-days.html' title='one day. four days. four shifts. six days.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-96413176261884699</id><published>2009-06-17T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:30:51.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>I really want to compile an excellent music collection. Vinyls and CDs alike. I am not accepting suggestions for necessity and donations as well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-96413176261884699?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/96413176261884699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=96413176261884699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/96413176261884699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/96413176261884699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/06/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5900700205433728725</id><published>2009-06-13T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:44:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pet sitting.</title><content type='html'>Well, I am pet sitting for my Sister and Wesley this weekend in North Park. I really enjoy North Park and so far things have been going well. I came over to Chole and Wesley's around two yesterday and Andrew met me there. Andrew and I ran some errands and stopped by Trader Joes on the way back to the apartment to pick up things for dinner. I made whole wheat spaghetti pasta with purple asparagus and artichoke hearts. We had mini baguettes with it (which we decided are just bread sticks) and red wine. Everything was really good, although I wish i would have added some butter to the pasta and topped it with parmesan cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Andrew, things could not be going any better. We have both said that it feels like he have just finally made up from all those years ago. It is still amazing to me that we missed each other so much for years but it took until now to start again. It's amazing and so is he. Bliss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the pets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry hasn't been feeling very well yesterday or today. I woke up at six a.m. this morning to the sound of him throwing up on his bed. When I took him on his morning walk, he definitely had issues. He seems to be feeling better now. Winston hasn't eaten since Nichole and Wesley left yesterday. I'm thinking he just doesn't feel comfortable with them gone. He has done this every time I watch over them. Both of the animals have been having staring contests with each other all evening. They both don't seem to enjoy it, so it baffles me why they continue to follow each other around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, a neighbor is blasting the Rolling Stones. Things are pretty quiet in the apartment and I getting bored. I can't decide what I want to do with all of this alone time. I went clothes shopping earlier thanks to the generosity of Gummy. I ended up getting a dress, skirt, tank top, earrings, and a belt...so far. I plan to go shopping again next week when the stores aren't so crowded and I can look better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60426448-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/60426448-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the skirt that I got. There is another skirt that I really liked but they didn't have my size. Hopefully, another store will have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming more bored by the minute. Off to find something to do I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5900700205433728725?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5900700205433728725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5900700205433728725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5900700205433728725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5900700205433728725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/06/pet-sitting.html' title='pet sitting.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3710413840259216936</id><published>2009-06-05T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:29:54.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>so in love. smitten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-3710413840259216936?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/3710413840259216936/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-125186245364357770</id><published>2009-05-18T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:32:14.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yes oh yes.</title><content type='html'>life gets better every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-125186245364357770?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/125186245364357770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=125186245364357770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-7382646574704791781?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/7382646574704791781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=7382646574704791781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7382646574704791781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7382646574704791781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hope.html' title='hello hope.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6754730489341485403</id><published>2009-05-07T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:36:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little 'uns.</title><content type='html'>Three out of the four eggs hatched a couple of days ago. Here is a picture of the baby birdies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SgM4C6iboKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tzCWEFXP3Qo/s1600-h/100_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SgM4C6iboKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tzCWEFXP3Qo/s320/100_0815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333168006461366434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-6754730489341485403?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/6754730489341485403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=6754730489341485403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6754730489341485403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6754730489341485403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-uns.html' title='Little &apos;uns.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SgM4C6iboKI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tzCWEFXP3Qo/s72-c/100_0815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-4913616875020021318</id><published>2009-05-04T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:08:31.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>distraction.</title><content type='html'>1. First thing you wash in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;my left arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What color is your favorite hoodie?&lt;br /&gt;black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you plan outfits?&lt;br /&gt;i definitely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?&lt;br /&gt;discouraged and confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats the closest thing to you that's red?&lt;br /&gt;the beads on my moccasins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?&lt;br /&gt;kyle stole my car and made me walk home. effing kyle and your dream dickery (as ty put it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you meet anybody new today?&lt;br /&gt;i meet new people on most days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you floss?&lt;br /&gt;rarely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?&lt;br /&gt;cornbeef, says the vegetarian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you emotional?&lt;br /&gt;i used to be. my emotions are definitely more in check these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?&lt;br /&gt;lick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like your hair?&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;i've met him before. i don't see a lunch date in the future, but i suppose i would if given the option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;the hills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Were your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you go sky diving?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like cottage cheese?&lt;br /&gt;i have never tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever met a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;a few, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you rent movies often?&lt;br /&gt;netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many countries have you visited?&lt;br /&gt;four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever been on a train?&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Brown or white eggs?&lt;br /&gt;brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Do you have a cell-phone?&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you use chap stick?&lt;br /&gt;burt's bees please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Can you use chop sticks?&lt;br /&gt;quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who are you going to be with tonight?&lt;br /&gt;all by my lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to disneyland with one of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Ever have cream puffs?&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What was the last question you asked?&lt;br /&gt;nifty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have any tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;one. need more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?&lt;br /&gt;i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever walked into a wall?&lt;br /&gt;yes. if i'm wearing my glasses it's a good chance that it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;yellow. beer yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What was the last CD you bought?&lt;br /&gt;the ting tings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do looks matter?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;i really don't think i could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your phone bill sky high?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you like your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;definitely. i so so so prefer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you have good vision?&lt;br /&gt;horrible, God awful vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people&lt;br /&gt;i most likely dislike more than 3 people. i don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. How often do you talk on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;shrug. under seven times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. The last person you held hands with?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt, sweater, jeans, moccasins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What is your favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;wombat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Where was your profile picture taken at?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Can you hula hoop?&lt;br /&gt;the wii fit says i can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you have a job?&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. What was the most recent thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;green machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;doggie door. that counts i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-4913616875020021318?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/4913616875020021318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=4913616875020021318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4913616875020021318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4913616875020021318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/05/distraction.html' title='distraction.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3786404606258428165</id><published>2009-05-03T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:13:19.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm curious...</title><content type='html'>what is the appropriate amount of time to wait before you make a bad decision?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-3786404606258428165?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/3786404606258428165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=3786404606258428165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3786404606258428165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3786404606258428165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-curious.html' title='i&apos;m curious...'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3979535300905081078</id><published>2009-04-25T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:28:35.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, nature.</title><content type='html'>So, this guy has made a nest in our front yard. My dad took this video of the nest and the bird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1eefe387020ea0af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1214857317568687245</id><published>2009-04-25T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:18:14.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><title type='text'>Hiding Kitteh.</title><content type='html'>the kitteh is missing. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess technically the kitteh is just hiding really really well. either way, he needs to be found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1214857317568687245?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1214857317568687245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1161964322268573804</id><published>2009-04-20T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:46:39.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutschland war schön. Coachella was life changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Se0N_kg-zYI/AAAAAAAAADw/-xsMeMSukZA/s1600-h/S5001403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Se0N_kg-zYI/AAAAAAAAADw/-xsMeMSukZA/s320/S5001403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326929320034094466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting Sylvia and her family in Hamburg was such a lovely trip. We began our journey on Thursday March ninth, at nine a.m., in San Diego. Lay over in Boston. Lay over in London. In Hamburg by five p.m. on Friday the tenth. (sixteen hours of flying plus time change...why hello jet lag). We spent the first day (Saturday the eleventh) touring the city. Covered the majority of it by the end of the afternoon. On sunday, we went to the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Se0QHN_x9oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aZQs0XVXj4M/s1600-h/S5001441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Se0QHN_x9oI/AAAAAAAAAD4/aZQs0XVXj4M/s320/S5001441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326931650451469954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could hand feed the animals and some of the animals weren't even caged. It was fantasic. We then visited with Sylvia's family. Her mother is originally from India, so she prepared indian food for dinner. YUM! We talked about what each of us had been up to, along with sharing stories, and even talking politics. Also a lovely experience. Her and I were talking on the way back to our hotel and she was saying how comfortable things were and it had been seven years since we had last spoke. I am hoping she can come to the states soon to visit us again. And so, on monday we head to the airport at five a.m. to do our flights again. Hamburg &gt; London &gt; Boston &gt; San Diego. Home by eight p.m. Work the next morning at 4:30 a.m. Hooray jet lag! =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home Tuesday and Wednesday, then off to Indio on Thursday for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;COACHELLA!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very anxious about the trip and the company that I would be in. I had a panic attack the night before. Tina and Scotty were my support and I love them so for putting up with my over reaction of concern. The camping turned out to be wonderful. Anthony just ignored me (which was preferable anyways), Nick was polite and said hello, asked how I was doing and introduced his lovely girlfriend, and it took Andrew and I awhile to speak to each other and when we finally did it was very very much small talk (it was pleasant and awkward to talk to him again), and Ian wasn't an issue or weird. Coachella was amazing, as promised. The experience was life-outlook changing. I got to see most of the bands that I intended on seeing and I was exposed to a bunch of new music that I am eager to get into further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Se0ThBCVqBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KJOngYDHLxI/s1600-h/100_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Se0ThBCVqBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KJOngYDHLxI/s320/100_0689.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326935392184018962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Paul McCartney was a musical experience that I will never forget. I got to see a Beatle! He was worth the money alone. The video I took of him singing hey jude isn't uploading, but hopefully I can figure it out soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Coachella miracles: I did not get even a hint of a sunburn and I didn't even come close to passing out! Not only am I thankful, I am getting much better at listening to my body and taking care of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only negative thing in the past two weeks: my side pain has returned and this time it refuses to leave even when I sit down. Time for a CT scan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy me. Relaxed me. Going to try my best to keep this feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1161964322268573804?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1161964322268573804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1161964322268573804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1161964322268573804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1161964322268573804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/04/deutschland-war-schon-coachella-was.html' title='Deutschland war schön. Coachella was life changing.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/Se0N_kg-zYI/AAAAAAAAADw/-xsMeMSukZA/s72-c/S5001403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6363632248597391020</id><published>2009-04-08T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:09:08.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...s.</title><content type='html'>Germany: one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coachella: eight days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-6363632248597391020?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/6363632248597391020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=6363632248597391020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6363632248597391020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6363632248597391020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/04/countdowns.html' title='Countdown...s.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-8900958822678476747</id><published>2009-04-01T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:10:52.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse my vocabulary...sucky was the best descriptive word I could come up with.</title><content type='html'>I have been having a pretty sucky year. (year meaning past twelve months, not 2009 specifically). I have spent the majority of it alone and I think what worries me most is I am too comfortable with it. I am comfortable with the idea of anticipation. I have always had a difficult time making a commitment, to anyone or anything really. I am a very organized and planned person, don't get me wrong...but when it comes to long term things I tend to panic and think that I will be stuck there forever. I am currently reading five books (all fantastically written and captivating) and yet I can't settle on just one. I find myself missing characters from books I've read in the past or craving a new character all together. (has anyone caught the metaphor?) I bore too easily, i suppose. Is that a character flaw? Is it simply a matter of strengthening my patience? I'm getting way off topic. The point of my entry is to explore my thoughts on what I really need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.” - Chuck Palahniuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palahniuk is one of my favorite authors and this quote is quite possibly perfectly structured to express my needs. I never allow anyone to take care of me, I have this undying need to be completely independent and self reliant. But what if nurturing is all I need? What if I just need someone to tell me to just let go? I have felt like something big was going to happen since I was about seventeen. I've been just waiting ever since. I spent three years (17-19) completely tuned out to what was around me and missed everything that was right in front of my face the entire time. And I have spent the past two years trying to make up for all that was lost. Starting over isn't a real thing or even a real idea. I don't want to start over. I don't want to loose any of the memories I made or experiences I have absorbed. Horribly painful or blissfully perfect. I want to feed off of those memories and create something even my fast paced, too-creative-for-it's-own-good mind couldn't have imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can thank Eternal Sunshine For Spotless Mind for triggering this thought process. If you haven't seen the film, I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-8900958822678476747?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/8900958822678476747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=8900958822678476747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8900958822678476747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8900958822678476747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-my-vocabularysucky-was-best.html' title='Excuse my vocabulary...sucky was the best descriptive word I could come up with.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3444889912406072366</id><published>2009-03-30T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T15:25:43.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>i need a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-3444889912406072366?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1148088617159207359</id><published>2009-03-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:33:35.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come pick me up. take me out. steal my records.</title><content type='html'>oh, ryan adams...how you capture my thoughts exactly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my short-lived crush on my co-worker was just that, short-lived. my interest in him was triggered by what seemed like flirting on his part. i decided i wasn't turned off to the idea of liking him (which i know, sweet of me right?). however, i didn't want to make any effort. those feelings involved into "okay okay, i like him". unfortunately once i make up my mind about something, i have a really difficult time sitting back and not doing anything. so, i invited the boy co-worker (as he is referenced to by myself/friends in the know)  to a couple of outings, which he seemed interested in...but wasn't available. now i have no idea if he was flirting, no idea if i like him, and no idea how to act. on top of all of this boy nonsense, karin and i came to the realization that i am always the one to initiate a relationship. i have never been pursued or even asked out on a date. i feel as though i am, in fact, a catch and deserve to be asked out. now...before i get ahead of myself...i suppose i do get hit on by insanely creepy guys. boy co-worker told me about the regular who has a crush on me. he is in his late twenties/early thirties, asked me my age because he thought i was seventeen, and is married. vomit. to sum up, i am getting tired of being the girl boys like being friends with while secretly having feelings for and always needing to do all of the work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, moving on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in much better news, i am going to hamburg next month with my parents. it will only be for a couple of days, but it's germany! i was on edge about it for a few days because technically i'm paying for my plane ticket when i'm living paycheck to paycheck, our trip is during a "no requests off" time at work, and i had already requested the following weekend off for coachella. i spoke to my manager today and all is square. i leave for germany on the ninth and return on the thirteenth. i can work the fourteenth through the sixteenth. then, i leave for indio, california on the sixteenth and return on the twentieth. i will be an extremely tired but happy girl by the end of april. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of spending money i don't have, i called charter (gag) yesterday to discuss working for them again (gag). they are planning on opening a site in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAN MARCOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously?! how perfect would that be. i could work open shifts at starbucks (fingers crossed i can transfer to one up there because i love my job), get off around nine or ten, work at charter from about ten until three, and then go to school in the evening. i wouldn't have a life again! it would be so amazingly awful and fantastic at the same time. my hopes are way too up. i really don't think i would have any other option though. starbucks pays terribly but i love working there so much i refuse to quit. charter pays wonderfully, but i hate working there. so if i can work both, it will balance right? RIGHT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so very delirious. i've been up for over twelve hours and have work in ten hours. do the math if you care. i'm painfully sun burnt on one leg (stop picking on me sun). and i'm off to have dinner with melissa and her family. i think mel and i are dating, i'm convinced of it actually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post got more and more delusional as i wrote on. enjoy and comment something equally as delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot...happy belated pi day. the following is what i made (completely from scratch) for the occasion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrNOaqVWRI/AAAAAAAAADo/j-cgNsBykjQ/s1600-h/100_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrNOaqVWRI/AAAAAAAAADo/j-cgNsBykjQ/s320/100_0574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317287957623036178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry rhubarb pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrNDA2plrI/AAAAAAAAADg/NrSmB8EKu9A/s1600-h/100_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrNDA2plrI/AAAAAAAAADg/NrSmB8EKu9A/s320/100_0575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317287761716811442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini pecan tarlets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1148088617159207359?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1148088617159207359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1148088617159207359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1148088617159207359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1148088617159207359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-pick-me-up-take-me-out-steal-my.html' title='come pick me up. take me out. steal my records.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrNOaqVWRI/AAAAAAAAADo/j-cgNsBykjQ/s72-c/100_0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2268837569660063328</id><published>2009-03-25T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:55:45.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><title type='text'>my favorite by far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrETy2_XEI/AAAAAAAAADY/L1fHXPPEqmE/s1600-h/100_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrETy2_XEI/AAAAAAAAADY/L1fHXPPEqmE/s320/100_0576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317278154413268034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrEOQM5zWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/URFukyk6thQ/s1600-h/100_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrEOQM5zWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/URFukyk6thQ/s320/100_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317278059210591586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2268837569660063328?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2268837569660063328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2268837569660063328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2268837569660063328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2268837569660063328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-favorite-by-far.html' title='my favorite by far.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrETy2_XEI/AAAAAAAAADY/L1fHXPPEqmE/s72-c/100_0576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3139357063228719976</id><published>2009-03-25T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:55:58.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><title type='text'>I need to keep up with the kitteh better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrDFGoidUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ij3q5r9qiJU/s1600-h/100_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrDFGoidUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ij3q5r9qiJU/s320/100_0573.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317276802511697218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrDQGKU1lI/AAAAAAAAADI/H5OhrMHNV9g/s1600-h/100_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrDQGKU1lI/AAAAAAAAADI/H5OhrMHNV9g/s320/100_0572.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317276991363536466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-3139357063228719976?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/3139357063228719976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=3139357063228719976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3139357063228719976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/3139357063228719976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-keep-up-with-kitteh-better.html' title='I need to keep up with the kitteh better.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/ScrDFGoidUI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ij3q5r9qiJU/s72-c/100_0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-9059514616533582177</id><published>2009-03-15T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:43:13.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying good-bye to my "space"</title><content type='html'>i deleted my account on myspace today and honestly it was about time. the only reason i held onto it for as long as i did was because melissa didn't have a facebook yet. now that all the necessary people i need to have superficial contact with are on facebook, myspace is now out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now onto more realistic matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the get back loretta/silent comedy show last night at the ken club was so very much fun. wesley and i drove together and met up with ty, kyle, montes, and danny. i was happy for wesley that he got to reunite with old friends have wasn't forced into hanging out with his (although extremely cool) little sister. all three bands were completely enjoyable and i got to dance until my little heart was content. i am thrilled when i attend shows with kyle because he is right there with me dancing without a care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really hoping to get back into healthy sleeping habits. as irresponsible as it is to stay out past midnight when i have work at four a.m. the following morning, i haven't yet regretted the time spent. i have been down about my relationships/friendships lately just because i came to the realization that i was friends with mainly couples. i absolutely love my closest friends but i have just been feeling somewhat lonely and seeking out attention and company. (therefore, accepting any opportunity to hang out). i am feeling much better now and am quite thankful for the friends i have. although i don't have anyone in mind, i think i am just ready to have a boyfriend again. i don't do single well and miss being a girlfriend, it would be nice to meet someone whom i could spend time with and talk to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are scattered currently. i blame my headache. more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-9059514616533582177?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/9059514616533582177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=9059514616533582177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/9059514616533582177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/9059514616533582177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/03/saying-good-bye-to-my-space.html' title='Saying good-bye to my &quot;space&quot;'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2134791597179711517</id><published>2009-02-24T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:37:58.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>current excitements.</title><content type='html'>in order of occurrence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• the blazer i didn't plan on buying but did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• sushi tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• new music from my co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• animal collective on thursday &lt;br /&gt;     - scotty going to animal collective. (kyle too for that matter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Coachella!&lt;br /&gt;     - the bathing suit i knit for coachella. (almost finished)&lt;br /&gt;     - the other bathing suit i plan on knitting.&lt;br /&gt;     - "pandas can't silence me." t-shirt. &lt;br /&gt;     - tie dye.&lt;br /&gt;     - tina and i being mischievous. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being optimistic and finding the good is always way better than dwelling on what's bad. i invite you to share your current excitements in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2134791597179711517?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2134791597179711517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2134791597179711517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2134791597179711517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2134791597179711517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-excitements.html' title='current excitements.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6230243241820059587</id><published>2009-02-20T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:59:37.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Karin's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>and I love her so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-6230243241820059587?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/6230243241820059587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=6230243241820059587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6230243241820059587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6230243241820059587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-karins-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Karin&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-2776425229606032163</id><published>2009-02-19T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:22:23.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So apparently.</title><content type='html'>My ex-boyfriends are forgiving me and asking to be friends again, one by one. I don't understand the turn of events/change of heart and it's making me suspcious and overwhelmed. I need a counseling session pronto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2776425229606032163?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2776425229606032163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2776425229606032163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2776425229606032163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2776425229606032163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-apparently.html' title='So apparently.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5319634670049378271</id><published>2009-02-17T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:22:39.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><title type='text'>Kittehsicle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SZsqYEOfSAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vegnb__7p_4/s1600-h/100_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SZsqYEOfSAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vegnb__7p_4/s320/100_0551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303879579098630146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, that is the ice container in the freezer door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5319634670049378271?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5319634670049378271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5319634670049378271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5319634670049378271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5319634670049378271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/02/kittehsicle.html' title='Kittehsicle.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SZsqYEOfSAI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Vegnb__7p_4/s72-c/100_0551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-1127073677314605729</id><published>2009-02-17T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:21:03.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><title type='text'>that's a little obvious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SZsqOcvgnEI/AAAAAAAAACw/GWosPuHR9Rk/s1600-h/100_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SZsqOcvgnEI/AAAAAAAAACw/GWosPuHR9Rk/s320/100_0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303879413880888386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-1127073677314605729?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/1127073677314605729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=1127073677314605729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1127073677314605729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/1127073677314605729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-little-obvious.html' title='that&apos;s a little obvious.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SZsqOcvgnEI/AAAAAAAAACw/GWosPuHR9Rk/s72-c/100_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-4959617601622513290</id><published>2009-02-03T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:36:29.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><title type='text'>Come this summer...</title><content type='html'>i cannot wait for someone to turn the fan on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SYkMgNs0OcI/AAAAAAAAACo/2tFwenKjbtM/s1600-h/100_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SYkMgNs0OcI/AAAAAAAAACo/2tFwenKjbtM/s320/100_0527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298780184151079362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-4959617601622513290?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/4959617601622513290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=4959617601622513290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4959617601622513290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4959617601622513290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-this-summer.html' title='Come this summer...'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SYkMgNs0OcI/AAAAAAAAACo/2tFwenKjbtM/s72-c/100_0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-3599132254583443217</id><published>2009-02-03T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:29:10.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiding Kitteh.'/><title type='text'>Always in my bed.</title><content type='html'>Well, it took a few days but my dad finally noticed the cat stuck in his emmy. His hiding place was in the middle of my bed...under my fitted sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SYkKVTHiXcI/AAAAAAAAACY/dvASaL1QgwY/s1600-h/100_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SYkKVTHiXcI/AAAAAAAAACY/dvASaL1QgwY/s200/100_0510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298777797603515842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SYkKi1y6SCI/AAAAAAAAACg/CpvGTL9kyDw/s1600-h/100_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" 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type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-in-my-bed.html' title='Always in my bed.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SYkKVTHiXcI/AAAAAAAAACY/dvASaL1QgwY/s72-c/100_0510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-4491825161000837271</id><published>2009-02-02T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:34:49.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>factual.</title><content type='html'>so there has been a "note" floating around facebook where you jot down 25 random facts about yourself and i have thoroughly enjoyed reading them. i thought i would continue the trend on my blog, seeing as how that would be an appropriate place to post such information. i will add things to this post as i think of them from here on out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[1] every seven years (unless there is a leap year) my birthday falls on thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[2] i have only have one sibling (an older sister who is three years older than me) however when asked how many siblings i have i will always say three and count my brother-in-law and his twin brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[3] i was able to whistle to a tune by the age of three. my sister is unable to whistle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[4] i am a vegetarian and have been for about two years now. i have never liked the taste of meat and therefore do not eat it. being vegetarian has nothing to do with animal rights for me because i believe we were meant to eat meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[5] i regret not studying architecture and think about changing my major almost everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[6] my vision is terrible and without corrected lenses i cannot even see the "E" on the eye chart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[7] i used to be painfully shy up until eleventh grade. today, i can't remember what being shy feels like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[8] i took german for four years and i am bitter that i cannot speak or understand the language due to a terrible teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[9] i don't try a lot of things because i am afraid i will not be good enough at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[10] i am constantly thinking of other things when i am not speaking. i feel really rude for doing this but i have never been able to slow my thoughts down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[11] i am extremely jealous and bitter that my sister got all of my parents records, although she asked for the first and fairly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[12] my favorite color is beer yellow, my favorite number is four, and my favorite animal is a wombat. i have little to no reasoning behind any of these decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[13] i was seventeen when i had my first kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[14] i have visited four countries outside of the U.S., but i have never been to mexico even though i live ten minutes from the border.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[15] i miss hanging out with boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[16] it took me a very long time to feel comfortable with my pale complection. i was extremely embarrassed of how pale i was up until a couple years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[17] it really bothers me when people are mean. i automatically feel the need to stick up for the other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[18] i sometimes wish i wasn't as responsible as i am and it amazes me that people can be careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[19] it is annoying when i tell people i am a psychology major and they ask that i don't analyze them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[20] bare walls make me uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[21] i'm really weird about having people over to my house and i'm hoping that changes when i move into my own place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[22] i am dyslexic and say things in the wrong order often, especially if i'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[23] i remember next to nothing from when i dated boyfriend number three and i think it's because i was so depressed that i don't want to remember it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[24] i was a cutter for nearly three years and only two people knew. i am still angry at them for not telling anyone to help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[25] i feel like my past choices are held against me way too much and really want to be forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[26] i was extremely upset when my fish damien died five months ago and even more upset when no one really seemed to show sympathy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[27] i judge everyone by how they interact with the people around them, not by how they interact with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[28] i judge books by their covers and will choose to read something solely because the cover is pretty or unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[29] i feel like a better person each time i finish a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[29 1/2] i feel a little less intelligent anytime i read chick lit because every main character is frustrating in her decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[30] i am basically a boy when it comes to humor and relationships. i have come to accept it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[31] i was told by a professor to consider writing screen-plays as a career after reading my final project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[32] i have been published and only told scotty, my sister, and wesley because i didn't want anyone to want to read what i wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[33] i rearrange my furniture or bake something when i am feeling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[34] i enjoy "old man" alcoholic drinks (rum and coke, jack and coke, gin and tonic, dark dark beer) and do not understand the point of drinking alcohol unless you can taste the alcohol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[35] drugs terrify me and make me extremely uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[36] i wish i was inspired at much more convenient times but i always seem to want to make art or try something new when it isn't an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[37] i think i would make an excellent wife and mom and joked that i should have been looking for a husband when i was unemployed instead of a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[38] i have always wanted  to make a list of things to do before i die but every time i start to think about what i would put on the list i can only come up with "nearly everything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[39] i can and will fall asleep anywhere and everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[40] i dream of having two libraries. one full of music. one full of books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[41] i get my hair cut or dye it myself when i am bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[42] when i'm nervous i pick at the seam of my jeans or twist the gold ring i wear on my right hand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[43] i had never mourned a relationship after a break up until my last break up. i mourned all my other relationships at that time and it felt really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[44] i am a really good gift giver and it bothers me that i am too poor to give gifts these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[44 1/2] the best gift i ever gave was a build-a-bear that resembled my boyfriend at the time. i would be really disappointed if he ever got rid of it and fear that he has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[45] i think my best physical feature is my butt and i'm certainly not afraid to admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[46] i was in choir and sang a lot in school stuff as a kid and secretly wish i could sing in front of people. although if asked to sing, i won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[47] i miss attending church but if i were to go again i know i wouldn't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[48] my first memory is from when i was only three or four months old. my mom didn't believe me that i remembered what i did but you can start building a memory at three months old, most just can't remember anything before four or five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[49] i wish i were much more intelligent but i'm not sure in what way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[50] i had a pet turtle that my dad found in our front yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[51] i sleep to one side (practically on the edge) of the bed even if i'm sleep alone. it doesn't matter how big or small the bed is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[52] i love surprises and wish people did them more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[53] i once had laryngitis seven times in one year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[54] i have nine stitches in my chin from splitting it open on a vhs cassette tape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[55] my orthodontist pulled a tooth out on accident, therefore i wasn't numbed at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[56] i have a high tolerance of pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[57] i have decided to end relationships because i didn't like their family and couldn't imagine being apart of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[58] i am paranoid about losing friends because i have lost friendships that meant and still mean the world to me. i am constantly worried my friends will just stop speaking to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[59] i dislike being told what to do and i often want to do the opposite just out of spite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[60] if i had a better income, i would travel often. i want to be able to go to the airport and pick the cheapest, soonest to leave flight and spend weekends that way. someday i hope to be able to do this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[61] i love reading out loud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[62] being late makes my stomach hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[63] up until a few years ago, i was a lucid dreamer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[64] depressing movies are quite possibly my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[65] i have one tattoo and i am dying for another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[66] i have my ears pierced six times. (three holes in each)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[67] i hate roller coasters but i have been on enough of them to determine this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[68] it bothers me when people make up their minds about things before they have tried it themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[69] i feel more confident when i'm wearing heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[70] dinosaurs terrify me but i love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[70 1/2] this goes for birds also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[71] i am in love with airports and if the security wasn't so strict, i would hang out in them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[72] i do not know how to ride a bike and don't really have a desire to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[73] i have been knitting since i was four or so. i have knit two sweaters (along with many other items).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[74] thought provoking conversations are my addiction and give me a high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[75] i am dreading the day molly (my dog of 15 years) dies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[76] my sister and i look and sound so much alike, we could easily be mistaken for one another and often are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[77] i have excellent genes and am going to look much younger than i really am my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[78] i didn't think my sister's wedding was going to be that big of a deal for me, however i cried before the wedding, during the wedding, and during the speeches at the reception.  i'm glad it had a lot of meaning for me after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[79] if you knew my three years ago, you would be shocked to hear that i love spending time with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[80] i don't understand why anyone wouldn't like school. i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[81] music is essential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[82] i played the violin for four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[83] my second favorite animal is the bearcat because they are literally the bums of the zoo. their endangerment is loss of habitat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[84] my handwriting is not up to my standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[85] i know my life is boring when karin hasn't called me to tell me "i know what you did." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[86] i have grown to really enjoy watching football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[87] i'm not a beach person at all but i couldn't imagine not living near one because that is how i tell direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[88] i miss the time when holding hands with a boy i liked was overwhelmingly exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[89] my first concert was elton john and i was eleven. i have seen him twice more since then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[90] i don't think i will ever go to the wild animal park ever again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[91] i will answer any personal questions without hesitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[92] i dislike being in front of a camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[93] i draw circles on the inside of my forearm or on my thigh with my finger when i can't sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[94] i'm a lot tougher than i look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[95] if you ever have a problem with me, just tell me. odds are i am completely unaware of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[96] i think girls are crazy and tell my guy friends this constantly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[97] my dad is my hero fully and completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[98] i want four kids and i would love to have all boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[99] it has to be completely dark for me to get a good nights sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[100] there is a small orange stuffed cat that my family and i have been hiding throughout the house for the past five years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[101] i was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around my neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[102] i am in love with a fictional character. (jim halpert)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[103] i love flowers and plants...but i am incapable of keeping them alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[104] my nephew changed my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[105] i bite my nails unless they are painted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[106] i play solitaire a lot, but i rarely ever win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[107] i have a thing about volume numbers. the television has to be set on multiples of five and my stereo has to be on multiples of five as well, however seven and seventeen are also acceptable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[108] i enjoy playing sims when i feel like i don't have control over my own life. that's completely heathly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[109] i would wear makeup daily if i didn't have to wash my face at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[110] both of my thumbs are double jointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-4491825161000837271?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/4491825161000837271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=4491825161000837271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4491825161000837271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4491825161000837271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'>alphabet.</title><content type='html'>A&lt;br /&gt;- Age: twenty-one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Annoy​ance:​​​​​ boredum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anima​l:​​​​​ wombat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Beer:​​​​​ guinness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Birth​ day: the twenty-third of november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Best Frien​ds:​​​​​ three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Body Part on oppos​ite sex: torso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Best feeli​ng in the world​ : relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Blind​ or Deaf:​​​​​ i am definitely blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Been on stage​?: many many times. i miss it in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Belie​ve in Magic​: no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Belie​ve in Santa​: he brings me gifts every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: baby ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Color​: beer yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Choco​late/​​​​​ Vanil​la:​​​​​ vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;- Chine​se/​​​​​ Mexic​an:​​​​​ chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cake or pie: pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chees​e:​​​​​ mmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night​:​ oh both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Eyes:​​​ blue...ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every​ones got a: secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever faile​d a class​?: i have sadly. retaking passed with an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First​ thoug​hts wakin​g up:​ i need to wash my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Food:​​​​​ vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Great​est Fear:​​​​​ not reaching my full potential. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Goals: so so very many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gum: no thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Get along​ with your paren​ts?​​​​​:​  oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Good luck charm: i don't have one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gulli​ble?​​​​​: not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair Color​: naturally, brunette. currently: reddish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heigh​t:​ five foot six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Happy​: quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Holid​ay:​​​​​ are worth embracing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How do you want to die?: go out with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream​: frozen yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Instr​ument​ : violin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Job: barista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids:​​​​​ please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kickb​oxing​ or karat​e:​​​​​ i would like to try kickboxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Keep a journ​al?​​​​​: three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Longe​st Car Ride:​​​​ up the coast to oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Love:​ only grows stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lette​r:​​​​​ L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh​ed so hard you cried: it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk flavo​r:​​​​​ non fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Movie​s:​​​ closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Motio​n sickn​ess?​​​​​: oh yes. it's a terrible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- McD’s​ or BK: neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Numbe​r of Sibli​ngs:​​​​​ originally, one. now, three. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Numbe​r of Pierc​ings:​​​​​ six.ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Numbe​r:​​​​​ four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One wish:​​​​​ adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Perfe​ct Pizza​ : veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Quote​ : "the first step to controlling your world is to control your culture. to model and demonstrate the kind of world you demand to live in. to write the books. make the music. shoot the films. paint the art."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;- Reaso​n to cry: laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Regal​,​ or AMC: amc...i only go to the movies with scotty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roll your tongu​e in a circl​e?​​​​​:​ oh yes. genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ring size:​ seven, i think. maybe six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;- Song:​​​​​ suicide medicine - rocky votolato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Salad​ Dress​ing:​ vinaigrette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Skipp​ed schoo​l:​​​​​ many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Slept​ outsi​de:​​​​​ not in a long time...take me camping please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sing well?​​​​​: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the showe​r?​​​​​: sing in the shower? not really. hum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Straw​berri​es/​​​​​ Blueb​errie​s:​​​​​ both both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Time for bed: depends on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thund​ersto​rms:​​​​​ love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Unpre​dicta​ble:​​​​​ usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;-​Vacat​ion spot:​ anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;-​Weakn​ess:​​​​​ inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Which​ one of your frien​ds acts the most like you?​:​ montes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Worst​ feeli​ng:​​​​​ knowing you're right without any proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where​ do we go when we die?: depends on your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Worst​ Weath​er?​​​​​: the deceptive kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- Ex's: four.​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;- Year it is now: two thousand and nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yello​w:​​​​​ favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo anima​l:​​​​​ bear cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST PERSO​N WHO…&lt;br /&gt;1) You went to the mall with?​​​​​ :​ my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You went to dinne​r with?​​​​​: my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You talke​d to on the phone​ ?: no clue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Made you laugh​ ?: jermaine and brett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Hugge​d you?​​​​​:​​​​​ montes or danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Said they loved​ you?: my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Held your hand?​​​​​: shrug. jude possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Spoke​ with?​​​​​: my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6130271896231384769</id><published>2008-12-28T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:50:11.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the old.</title><content type='html'>1) Where​ did you begin​ 2008?​&lt;br /&gt;alone in my bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your statu​s by Valen​tine'​s day?&lt;br /&gt;taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Did you have to go to the hospi​tal?​&lt;br /&gt;when jude was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Did you have any encou​nters​ with the polic​e?​&lt;br /&gt;negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where​ did you go on vacat​ion?​&lt;br /&gt;sadly, no vacay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What did you purch​ase that was over $​100?​&lt;br /&gt;tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Did you know anybo​dy who got marri​ed?​&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Did you know anybo​dy who passe​d away?​&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What'​s somet​hing you learn​ed about​ yours​elf?​&lt;br /&gt;i can be pretty darn resilient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What sport​ing event​s did you atten​d?​&lt;br /&gt;none. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) What conce​rts/​shows​ did you go to?&lt;br /&gt;ooh...not nearly enough. get back loretta (a few times), silent comedy (a few times), indie jam, maroon 5, street scene, minus the bear (kind of), and bloc party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Descr​ibe your birth​day in 3 words​:​&lt;br /&gt;minimal, twenty-one, nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) When was your birth​day?​&lt;br /&gt;the twenty-third of november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What has been your favor​ite momen​ts?​&lt;br /&gt;jude being born. dancing at street scene. times i was too happy to care about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Any new addit​ions to your famil​y?​&lt;br /&gt;jude patrick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What was your best month​?​&lt;br /&gt;august was the most challenging, i'm going to say it was the worst, but somehow the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who has been your best drink​ing buddy​?​&lt;br /&gt;montes, since she turned 21 two days after i did. i've gone out to the bar with nick the most though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Made new frien​ds?​&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Have you lost any frien​ds this year?​&lt;br /&gt;shrug. i can't keep track of whom i'm friends and not friends with anymore. i know who my best friends are and i'm cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Chang​e your hairs​tyle?​&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Have any car accid​ents?​&lt;br /&gt;no sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) How old did you turn this year?​&lt;br /&gt;twenty-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Did you have a New Years​ resol​ution​?​&lt;br /&gt;never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Do anyth​ing embar​rassi​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Buy anyth​ing new from ebay?​&lt;br /&gt;i did, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Been snowb​oardi​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;no, never. i would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Did you get sick this year?​&lt;br /&gt;only once. alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Been naugh​ty or nice?​&lt;br /&gt;both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What are you looki​ng forwa​rd to most in 2009?​&lt;br /&gt;moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) A wish for the new year:​&lt;br /&gt;for it to be a better year than those past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-6130271896231384769?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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What holid​ay is your birth​day close​st to?&lt;br /&gt;thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favor​ite flavo​red Pie?&lt;br /&gt;i really love pie. probably pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Does it bothe​r you when someo​ne says they will call you and they dont?​&lt;br /&gt;it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you aller​gic to anyth​ing?​&lt;br /&gt;perfume, cologne, lotion, anything scented really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there​ somet​hing speci​al you want for Chris​tmas?​&lt;br /&gt;a savings account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When was the last time you went swimm​ing?​&lt;br /&gt;months and months ago. i'm not a swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like chees​ecake​?​&lt;br /&gt;occasionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many of the U.S. state​s have you lived​ in?&lt;br /&gt;one and one alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you trave​led outsi​de the count​ry?​&lt;br /&gt;fact. france, germany, switzerland, and england.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you keep a plann​er or calen​dar with daily​ event​s?​&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Does anyon​e like you?&lt;br /&gt;not sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have any stran​ge pets?​&lt;br /&gt;my dog is quite strange. i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is your dream​ car?&lt;br /&gt;rolls or bentley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you do today​?​&lt;br /&gt;woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you bipol​ar?​&lt;br /&gt;no sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the main ring tone on your cell?​&lt;br /&gt;it is a strange combination of standard ring tones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where​ would​ you want to go on a first​ date?​&lt;br /&gt;something creative. a mix of entertaining and low key. i'm not picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When is the last time you were hugge​d?​&lt;br /&gt;last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Has anyon​e ever sang or playe​d for you perso​nally​?​&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How impor​tant is roman​ce?​&lt;br /&gt;quite. it's appreciated and not difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever bunge​e jumpe​d?​&lt;br /&gt;no way. never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever been white​ water​ rafti​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;i have not. it is appealing to me, but i have an irrational fear of drowning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Has anyon​e ten years​ older​ than you ever hit on you?&lt;br /&gt;try forty. try creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you a cavit​y free kid?&lt;br /&gt;currently, yes. i have had a few cavities before that, as the dentist put it, "were out of my control in preventing" due to my "extremely deep grooves".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you an extre​me racis​t?​&lt;br /&gt;goodness no. racism baffles me actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What song are you liste​ning to right​ now? &lt;br /&gt;none, surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favor​ite song at the momen​t?​&lt;br /&gt;neverland - the knife. i'm thoroughly addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was the last movie​ you watch​ed?​&lt;br /&gt;the first half of it's a wonderful life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where​ was the last house​ you went besid​es your house​?​&lt;br /&gt;the baumgardner's i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever serio​usly vanda​lized​ someo​ne elses​ prope​rty?​&lt;br /&gt;no way. nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever been punch​ed?​&lt;br /&gt;i have. in the face none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Whats​ the first​ thing​ you notic​e about​ the oppos​ite sex?&lt;br /&gt;how they interact with people. their dynamic if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Can you open a beer bottl​e with a body part other​ than your hand?​&lt;br /&gt;um, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you usual​ly order​ from Olive​ Garde​n?​&lt;br /&gt;as long as i get salad and a breadstick i'm set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have an mp3 playe​r?​&lt;br /&gt;three iPods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Has anyon​e ever said you looke​d like a celeb​rity?​&lt;br /&gt;when alias was popular i used to get jennifer garner. but i think that's a strange thing to tell people. "you look just like this person!"..."uh, okay?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have freck​les?​&lt;br /&gt;yes, lots. tons on my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you comfo​rtabl​e with your heigh​t?​&lt;br /&gt;i could enjoy being just a couple inches shorter, but i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;five foot six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you speak​ any other​ langu​age other​ than Engli​sh?​&lt;br /&gt;nein. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How do you like your steak​ cooke​d?​&lt;br /&gt;for someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you watch​ MTV?&lt;br /&gt;i, unfortunately, dvr the hills. my dad watches too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What is the best thing​ in your refri​gerat​or right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;homemade baked macaroni and cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Were you ever rushe​d by an ambul​ance into the emerg​ency room?​&lt;br /&gt;no. thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you broke​n a bone or had stitc​hes?​&lt;br /&gt;i've never broken, or even sprained, anything. i had nine stitches when i was young. there is a small scar on my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What did you do last night​?​&lt;br /&gt;went with ash to see jacob's performance and then coffee with ash. went for a drive afterward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-2223754452819215811?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/2223754452819215811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=2223754452819215811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2223754452819215811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/2223754452819215811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-story-and-this-is-what-ive.html' title='This is a story and this is what I&apos;ve planned.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-7285802674623140068</id><published>2008-12-15T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:50:15.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy.</title><content type='html'>all of this rain makes me want to move to seattle so i can have this weather all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-7285802674623140068?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/7285802674623140068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=7285802674623140068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7285802674623140068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7285802674623140068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy.html' title='happy.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5145098183235133955</id><published>2008-11-12T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:46:23.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laryngitis...i hope not.</title><content type='html'>woke up with a sore throat this morning. it feels like i'm getting sick but i'm very much hoping it's just laryngitis. i haven't had laryngitis since last year. (for those of you who are unfamiliar with my relationship with laryngitis...i used to get laryngitis about 7-10 times a year.) i still have the majority of my voice and i'm definitely drinking soy chai tea because it is a cure all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i officially have a job! i got the "we are offering you a position" call the same day i posted "this is ridiculous that i am still unemployed". i am now a barista at the starbucks on telegraph canyon. the same one mel works at. i go in on friday to fill out all of the paperwork and, i think, do some training. once i get in the swing of this job i plan on picking up another one. i need to build up my savings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss being a student. that's really all i have to say about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be turning twenty-one in a week and a half. i will be going to a champagne brunch with my family on the actual day and then celebrating during the week with montes since she turns twenty-one two days after me. i want to get sushi and sake with wesley and montes some time during the week or week after. i am thrilled to no longer be limited to all ages shows. i can go to any show i want now. thank the lord. i don't agree with breaking the law, but i would have got myself a fake ID just to go to quality shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been getting back into the swing of sewing. i plan on designing some nursing tops for nichole because they are so expensive in the store, not to mention the selection and options are limited. i have been knitting often and currently i am making a stocking for jude and a sweater for molly. most christmas gifts will be handmade this year. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that said...i end with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is: stephanie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My age is: twenty, almost twenty-one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in: california. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My relationship status is: single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell us a little bit about your home, is it a condo, apt, house, mobile home, yurt,etc : house. brand new home. my family and i moved in a little over a year ago. five bedroom, 3 1/2 bath. huge back yard complete with swimming pool and jacuzzi. i like this house very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My decorating style is: ever changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many children and/or pets: no children. one family pet. cocker spaniel, age 14, named molly. i miss my fishy, damien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something domestic I could use help with: keeping plants alive. i'm good at everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite "guilty pleasure" is: watching the television show skins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite domestic activity is: baking, knitting, sewing, any crafts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favorite domestic chore is: vacuuming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this community through (referral from member, community promo, random, etc.): erin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please list any special talents or interests: knitting, sewing, baking...anything domestic really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5145098183235133955?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5145098183235133955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5145098183235133955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5145098183235133955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5145098183235133955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/11/laryngitisi-hope-not.html' title='laryngitis...i hope not.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6797682527519032445</id><published>2008-11-10T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:11:16.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>c'mon already.</title><content type='html'>this not having a job business is taking its toll. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-6797682527519032445?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-4227534035292578325</id><published>2008-10-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:39:25.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisk weather makes me happy (and gives me headaches, so i wear beanies...beanies also make me happy)</title><content type='html'>The other night our bell was rung late in the evening. (late for not expecting anyone...so like 8:30 or 9:00) When we answered the door there was a white piece of paper taped to our door with the word "Boo" on it. On our door step was a gift basket full of Halloween goodies. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SPGFI2tP42I/AAAAAAAAABY/m5fYy_1-QiI/s1600-h/100_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SPGFI2tP42I/AAAAAAAAABY/m5fYy_1-QiI/s200/100_0431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256128627288826722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Basically, someone in our neighborhood started this chain doorbell ditch thing. We are now supposed to anonymously leave two other neighbors Halloween treats. I officially like my new neighborhood (it only took me a year). So, I volunteered to put together the gift baskets and this is what I came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SPGG8P7k7GI/AAAAAAAAABo/PAXKz2o2Eks/s1600-h/100_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SPGG8P7k7GI/AAAAAAAAABo/PAXKz2o2Eks/s200/100_0433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256130609744768098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SPGF5fbC3zI/AAAAAAAAABg/I76WypW2hks/s1600-h/100_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SPGF5fbC3zI/AAAAAAAAABg/I76WypW2hks/s200/100_0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256129462852050738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make sugar skulls Dia de los Muertos style, but I wasn't able to find a place that sold the molds. I still want to make some though, so if anyone knows where I can find a skull mold to make sugar skulls I would really appreciate the tip. We also added popcorn balls and two Halloween themed cookie cutters to each ghost pail. I think my dad is going to deliver them tomorrow evening and wanted me to go with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Tina and I took the trolley downtown to see Santogold at the HOB. Sadly, upon our arrival we discovered tickets were sold out. We decided to wander around downtown for awhile and headed over to Horton Plaza. A man recited a poem to us (which was actually really good), Tina bought some candy from See's, and then we decided to catch the trolley back to Chula Vista. We hung out at her house for a solid couple hours. I met her family and pets, and then we just chatted/kept getting distracted on figuring out where we wanted to eat. I introduced her to yelp.com and we randomly selected a restaurant in Hillcrest (because we thought they served breakfast all day). So, we hop in the car and make our way to Hillcrest and find the place. We open the door and to face a black curtain. We hesitantly walk in and are told to seat ourselves. We studied the menu to find no breakfast items are being served. However, wild boar is being served...along with many other exotic meats. We decided to bail and go on a search for breakfast food. After a tour of Hillcrest, Mission Hills, and North Park...we decide to go back to Chula Vista and just eat at Carrow's (which I thought was Coco's) because we knew it would be open. Our mission had been accomplished and it had been a lovely evening. I am now determined to compile a list of restaurant's/coffee houses/hangouts (in categories) that are opened late, 24 hours if possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my family decided it was time to unpack the boxes in the small garage. It turned out to be a good day: brisk fall weather, old pictures, random stuff we didn't remember having, a three page letter from an old boyfriend where my last name is spelled incorrectly, the projector and film reels from gummy and poppy, the original clue board game was found! (thank the Lord), and many many other surprises. I now need to go through two boxes of old pictures and get them organized, watch those home movies, and play a few board games. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just so lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-4227534035292578325?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/4227534035292578325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=4227534035292578325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4227534035292578325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/4227534035292578325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/10/brisk-weather-makes-me-happy-and-gives.html' title='Brisk weather makes me happy (and gives me headaches, so i wear beanies...beanies also make me happy)'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SPGFI2tP42I/AAAAAAAAABY/m5fYy_1-QiI/s72-c/100_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-8349400187450642355</id><published>2008-10-06T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:28:29.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z</title><content type='html'>A-Attached or Single? &lt;br /&gt;Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Best Friend? &lt;br /&gt;Montes, Karin, and Scotty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Cake or Pie? &lt;br /&gt;I love pie. Notice my birthday cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SOph2aHrDyI/AAAAAAAAABA/pZQ66tWqbOI/s1600-h/IMG_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SOph2aHrDyI/AAAAAAAAABA/pZQ66tWqbOI/s200/IMG_1277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254119502633439010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Day of choice? &lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have enjoyed most days equally. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday = Football. &lt;br /&gt;Monday = How I Met Your Mother. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday = Class. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday = Half way through. &lt;br /&gt;Thursday = Class and The Office. &lt;br /&gt;Friday = Well, Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday = Well, Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E- Essentail Item? &lt;br /&gt;Lately, a good book and/or my sketch book.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;F-Favorite Color? &lt;br /&gt;Beer Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eleganceinglassstudio.com/film/Dark%20Grain/SF%20100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.eleganceinglassstudio.com/film/Dark%20Grain/SF%20100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gummy bears or Worms? &lt;br /&gt;Bears. They bounce here and there and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-Hometown? &lt;br /&gt;Chula Vista, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.primuscreative.com/assets/Site%20Images/Identity/Chula-Vista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.primuscreative.com/assets/Site%20Images/Identity/Chula-Vista.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Favorite Indulgence? &lt;br /&gt;Clothes. Shopping. Designing. Making. I just love clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- January or July? &lt;br /&gt;January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids? &lt;br /&gt;Someday. I love kids and, for now, being an aunt and babysitting is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Life isn't complete without? &lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Marriage Date? &lt;br /&gt;T.B.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of Brothers and Sisters? &lt;br /&gt;One sister. One brother(-in-law). One twin brother(-in-law).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SOpkAmPyy_I/AAAAAAAAABI/7Vov6jJ8x2c/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SOpkAmPyy_I/AAAAAAAAABI/7Vov6jJ8x2c/s200/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254121876710673394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia and Fears? &lt;br /&gt;Not reaching my full potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote? &lt;br /&gt;"We're really not that different, just a few steps from exploding." Rocky Votolato. I am obsessive when it comes to quotes. I write quotes down constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Reasons to smile? &lt;br /&gt;I am the happiest I have ever been and only the best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;S- Season? &lt;br /&gt;Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.autumn-pictures.com/new-jersey-autumn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.autumn-pictures.com/new-jersey-autumn8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Tag 3 people. &lt;br /&gt;Erin, you're it. Any other two people to read this, you are also "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unknown Fact about me? &lt;br /&gt;I used to be deathly shy. I wouldn't even order my own food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;Asparagus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moonbattery.com/archives/asparagus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.moonbattery.com/archives/asparagus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit? &lt;br /&gt;Fidgeting. I bite my nails. Play with my hair. Play with my ring. Pick at the seam of my jeans. I fidget when i'm uncomfortable or have something to say but am too nervous to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- Ray or Ultra Sound? &lt;br /&gt;I have had both within the past year. Neither is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Your favorite food? &lt;br /&gt;Vegetarian spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac sign? &lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hubblesource.stsci.edu/sources/illustrations/constellations/images/sagittarius.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://hubblesource.stsci.edu/sources/illustrations/constellations/images/sagittarius.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-8349400187450642355?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/8349400187450642355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=8349400187450642355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8349400187450642355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/8349400187450642355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/10/z.html' title='A-Z'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SOph2aHrDyI/AAAAAAAAABA/pZQ66tWqbOI/s72-c/IMG_1277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-7019733083204643939</id><published>2008-09-29T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T12:34:13.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prop 9 and 10.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have read over all of the California Propositions and have come to a decision on how I will vote, with the exception of these two. I want to hear what others have to say about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;California Proposition 9, or the Victims' Rights and Protection Act of 2008, is an initiative in California that would alter laws governing victim's rights in California. If it passes, it will amend the California Constitution to give enforceable rights to the families of crime victims. &lt;a href="http://ballotpedia.org/wiki/index.php/California_Proposition_9_(2008)"&gt;More on Prop. 9.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;California Proposition 10, also known as the California Alternative Fuels Initiative, is an initiated state statute. Proposition 10 is one of two ballot initiatives focusing on alternative fuels that will appear on the November 4th ballot in California. The other measure, Proposition 7, is sometimes referred to as Big Solar while Prop. 10 is sometimes referred to as Big Wind. &lt;a href="http://ballotpedia.org/wiki/index.php/California_Proposition_10_%282008%29"&gt;More on Prop. 10.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-7019733083204643939?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/7019733083204643939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=7019733083204643939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7019733083204643939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/7019733083204643939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/09/prop-9-and-10.html' title='Prop 9 and 10.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-5543151175022473937</id><published>2008-09-25T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:59:49.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love with a fictional character.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheers to overdue fictional engagements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jmbauhaus.com/sparklemotion/uploaded_images/JimHalpert-737860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.jmbauhaus.com/sparklemotion/uploaded_images/JimHalpert-737860.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jmbauhaus.com/sparklemotion/uploaded_images/JimHalpert-737860.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-5543151175022473937?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/5543151175022473937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=5543151175022473937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5543151175022473937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/5543151175022473937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-in-love-with-fictional-character.html' title='I am in love with a fictional character.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6897138137949598565.post-6951653046483296415</id><published>2008-09-24T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:26:30.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye LJ, Hello Blogger.</title><content type='html'>After exploring Erin's blog a bit further, I realized that livejournal bothers me. I don't use livejournal to it's full potential and it isn't organized very well. So, here I am. If anyone has any tips or tricks for blogger share them please. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I have performance examination for a clerical position for the San Diego County Office of Education. I have absolutely no idea what sort of performances they will be examining, but it will take about an hour and a half. I'm thinking basic math skills and testing my wpm capabilities, but those two things could not possibly take over an hour...so it will be a bit of a surprise. Hopefully, a job pulls through very very soon. I plan on applying at forever 21 once I find out what the deal is with the SDCOE job. Also, Mel said that her manager will be hiring at starbucks soon. I plan on taking on two jobs so I can seriously put some money away for when it comes time to move out next summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only five more sessions of my statistical analysis for cognitive sciences class and I really do think I'm going to miss it. That is my only class this semester, my eight week, night class at the National City campus. The higher education campus in National City is great. I wish I would have taken more classes at that campus instead of the main one. It is newer, better parking, indoors, and smaller. The professor who is teaching my class has been fantastic (clearly, if she got me to enjoy stats), my classmates are vocal, and the topics we discuss really get you thinking. I am going to miss school. I am (forcefully) taking spring semester off and not looking forward to it. I truly enjoy school and learning...it's too bad that my career can't be a student. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see, what else is going on this week or in upcoming weeks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Office premieres tomorrow and I am thoroughly giddy! If you need to catch up...let me help you out: &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/video/episodes/#vid=252010"&gt;Last Season Finale&lt;/a&gt;. And if you have never seen the show...I demand you rent every season and take a day off from everything and just watch the show. You will not be disappointed. My biggest hopes for the new season is that the new HR person continues to believe that Kevin is mentally retarded. By far that is the best thing the writers have ever come up with. I really wanted to host a premiere party, but of course I have a quiz tomorrow in my class. Usually, quizzes are given at the beginning of class, tomorrow the quiz will be given at the end after the remainder of the lecture. So, I will be dvring The Office and not having a gathering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as knitting projects go, I'm almost through with my second sweater. This time I'm knitting a cardigan for my mom. Here is the first sweater I knit: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SNseC4EML1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X20y2uauObo/s320/100_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249822825388978002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After I finish the cardigan for my mom, I'm going to start working on a Christmas stocking for Jude. Wesley's aunt made his Christmas stocking and he still uses it, so I thought I would make Jude his. I'm going to try felting for this project, hopefully it comes out as lovely as I think it will. My hope is to make all of the gifts I give this Christmas, we'll see how that pans out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fall is officially here and I'm antsy for autumn weather. I do not enjoy the heat and have been eager for cold weather since, like, May. Fall means: &lt;a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/reserve/specialOffers/detail?name=MickeysTrickOrTreatPartySpecialOfferPage&amp;amp;bhcp=1"&gt;California Adventure&lt;/a&gt; (if you click the link, you will understand why fall means California Adventure), my twenty-first birthday, Christmas, and then New Years. I haven't have a quality birthday or New Year's in a few years...so I am really hoping this year pulls through for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I am going to do some reading and then perhaps sketch a bit before going to sleep. Goodbye LJ, Hello Blogger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6897138137949598565-6951653046483296415?l=15minutesold.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/feeds/6951653046483296415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6897138137949598565&amp;postID=6951653046483296415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6951653046483296415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6897138137949598565/posts/default/6951653046483296415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://15minutesold.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-lj-hello-blogger.html' title='Goodbye LJ, Hello Blogger.'/><author><name>Stephanie.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08676304646286894901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LloicXq0vBw/Ta55HpKi9yI/AAAAAAAAAGw/k_LK_bgzprc/s220/100_1333_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c5ehDjXk5iM/SNseC4EML1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/X20y2uauObo/s72-c/100_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
