<?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-3869546762042254553</id><updated>2012-01-24T01:58:10.104-08:00</updated><category term='school'/><category term='writing'/><category term='food'/><category term='magic'/><title type='text'>In a Box</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5381337952368568357</id><published>2011-08-01T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T16:30:57.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1lXZwxdiXE/Tjc2zESzJYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8x0rGZXJYto/s1600/one%2Byear%2Bdifference.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1lXZwxdiXE/Tjc2zESzJYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8x0rGZXJYto/s320/one%2Byear%2Bdifference.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636033709631284610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture taken March, 2010. Second picture taken February, 2011. I've changed so much! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Yay for pointless blog posts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5381337952368568357?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5381337952368568357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5381337952368568357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5381337952368568357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5381337952368568357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-year-difference.html' title='One Year Difference'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I1lXZwxdiXE/Tjc2zESzJYI/AAAAAAAAAaM/8x0rGZXJYto/s72-c/one%2Byear%2Bdifference.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-9214771154702488277</id><published>2011-06-16T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T13:32:48.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Evolution of Kelly's Desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXoA7a5n3wU/Tfpke15jPcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1hCTncrkN9Y/s1600/desk%2Bold.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/-sXoA7a5n3wU/Tfpke15jPcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1hCTncrkN9Y/s320/desk%2Bold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618913966125432258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGkKTtlgUCA/TfplJbCtNtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zPcz8jC5gh0/s1600/desk.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/-uGkKTtlgUCA/TfplJbCtNtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zPcz8jC5gh0/s320/desk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618914697650452178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two pictures are of how my desk looked in eighth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LKomhVz7PIk/Tfpk1mqQUYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hfCY87FZPz4/s1600/desk%2Bnew.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/-LKomhVz7PIk/Tfpk1mqQUYI/AAAAAAAAAZU/hfCY87FZPz4/s320/desk%2Bnew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618914357171736962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How my desk was my freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f61Xkvn1cls/TfpjqOKHSwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1bgjw99PZv0/s1600/new%2Bcamera%2B001.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/-f61Xkvn1cls/TfpjqOKHSwI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1bgjw99PZv0/s320/new%2Bcamera%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618913062104288002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How my desk looks now!&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/3869546762042254553-9214771154702488277?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/9214771154702488277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=9214771154702488277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/9214771154702488277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/9214771154702488277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2011/06/evolution-of-kellys-desk.html' title='The Evolution of Kelly&apos;s Desk'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sXoA7a5n3wU/Tfpke15jPcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1hCTncrkN9Y/s72-c/desk%2Bold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1130530141231851293</id><published>2011-05-21T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T09:01:36.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who went to the midnight showing of Pirates 4??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lG5TVICalh8/TdfatRIog1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/FZ8kf6uKG7M/s1600/jacksparrow.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/-lG5TVICalh8/TdfatRIog1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/FZ8kf6uKG7M/s320/jacksparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609192332141822802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MEEEE! It was really good, even though it had a very different feel to it from the other movies. Maybe it was the absense of Elizabeth, Will, Pintel and Rigetti, and all the other characters we know and love or that it was a different director. At least it still had Gibbs, Barbosa, and most importantly, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like always the movie had its humor and its action. The plot was certainly fresh and new, whereas in the third film there was a feeling of the writers not knowing where to go. With this completely new story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint is that it was TOO FREAKING LOUD in the theater. Whenever a fight/flight scene came about I had to plug my ears, turn to Lilly (who also and her fingers jammed in her ears), and say, "This part is too epic." But I blame the theater itself for that one, and also myself for wanting to sit front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see the movie in theaters again? Yeah, probably, but only if someone wants someone else to go with and they pay (fifteen dollars for my sister and I to see it, jeesh). Will I buy it when it comes out on DVD? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heck&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KR_9A-cUEJc?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only question now is: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will there be another film?&lt;/span&gt; I've heard rumors that this was going to be the start of a new trilogy. I wonder how long Johnny D. will be up for playing Sparrow and how much of the audience will stay and tolerate more of what the writers cook up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1130530141231851293?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1130530141231851293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1130530141231851293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1130530141231851293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1130530141231851293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-who-went-to-midnight-showing-of.html' title='Guess who went to the midnight showing of Pirates 4??'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lG5TVICalh8/TdfatRIog1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/FZ8kf6uKG7M/s72-c/jacksparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6764597427463011358</id><published>2011-03-28T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T18:15:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like 'Em Fictional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1N2c6KLAAE/TZDWCXDnzvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VQiq-CbQdio/s1600/fictional_men_by_obsessivetwilighter1-d340x5v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1N2c6KLAAE/TZDWCXDnzvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VQiq-CbQdio/s320/fictional_men_by_obsessivetwilighter1-d340x5v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589202473604075250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this drawing? "What can I say? I've got a thing for fictional men." Well, I decided to make a list of all the fictional men I've fallen in love with over the years, be them book, movie, webcomic, or manga characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlOKyBMqDJ8/TZEp21xOJEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YMXmyYGd2io/s1600/zombie%2Band%2Bself.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlOKyBMqDJ8/TZEp21xOJEI/AAAAAAAAAYA/YMXmyYGd2io/s320/zombie%2Band%2Bself.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589294634666697794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Zombie/...&lt;br /&gt;From Tessa's webcomic &lt;a href="http://hanna.aftertorque.com/?p=4"&gt;Hanna is Not a Boy's Name&lt;/a&gt;. He's a zombie (literally) and can't seem to remember anything from his life, including his name (people just refer to him as Zombie or Dot). He has green skin, glowing eyes, and is a paranormal detective partner to Hanna. He's one of those guys who's just really sad and mysterious and on the rare occasions that he smiles your hearts gives an extra, heavy thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wgjlFCSrUM/TZEt0R3AZ0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/d_NKGrGaNFM/s1600/zuko%2Bzuko.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wgjlFCSrUM/TZEt0R3AZ0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/d_NKGrGaNFM/s320/zuko%2Bzuko.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589298988714059586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Zuko&lt;br /&gt;From the anime show Avatar: The Last Airbender. He's a firebender who's the main villain in the first two seasons since all he wants to do is capture the Avatar. Once in a while he does something good and then he finally realizes that his duty is to help the Avatar, not capture him. His character is so conflicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1s9Xr8TzM8/TZEoMGTT6-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/g6bBdyStbi0/s1600/Yami%2BAtem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1s9Xr8TzM8/TZEoMGTT6-I/AAAAAAAAAX4/g6bBdyStbi0/s320/Yami%2BAtem.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589292800858647522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Yami/Atem&lt;br /&gt;From the anime show Yu-Gi-Oh!. Like Zombie from above Yami can't remember his name or his past. Soon he comes to learn that he is an ancient Egyptian Pharaoh forced inside a millenium puzzle and residing inside the soul of a fifteen-year-old kid. In the last season of the show he find out his name is really Atem. He is the King of Games (including card games, which in Japan, you do). If you've ever watched the show and listened to his voice, no further explanation is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on with the list, but these are my top three!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6764597427463011358?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6764597427463011358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6764597427463011358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6764597427463011358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6764597427463011358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-like-em-fictional.html' title='I Like &apos;Em Fictional'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1N2c6KLAAE/TZDWCXDnzvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VQiq-CbQdio/s72-c/fictional_men_by_obsessivetwilighter1-d340x5v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3136264901036228920</id><published>2011-03-26T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:36:15.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTG-5wVZl8Q/TY4Hs7Rbz2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/YqvFZeqBD6k/s1600/family%2B003.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/-gTG-5wVZl8Q/TY4Hs7Rbz2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/YqvFZeqBD6k/s320/family%2B003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588412656019820386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's what my desk looks like on a regular basis. It's terribly messy, but in a cool way, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3136264901036228920?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3136264901036228920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3136264901036228920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3136264901036228920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3136264901036228920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-desk.html' title='My desk'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gTG-5wVZl8Q/TY4Hs7Rbz2I/AAAAAAAAAWg/YqvFZeqBD6k/s72-c/family%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-9115555067095777273</id><published>2011-02-24T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:16:13.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia! (Kelly loves her food.)</title><content type='html'>You know how I get freaky with my food. Two weeks ago Heidi came home for the weekend and we made a pizza. We were going to shred some cheese for the hair but we didn't want to waste it, since in my house cheese is a delicacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlftOQwkEFc/TWbxoOEvBeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n8eb3na0ETA/s1600/feb%2B014.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/-tlftOQwkEFc/TWbxoOEvBeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n8eb3na0ETA/s320/feb%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577410861819954658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IyYOOOV-5Uw/TWb0s-P6FjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dVVOZbmHzeA/s1600/feb%2B015.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/-IyYOOOV-5Uw/TWb0s-P6FjI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dVVOZbmHzeA/s320/feb%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577414242006079026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He kind of came out sunburned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1T0Qc1CYObI/TWbzE8ltylI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2-U1F3saFeo/s1600/feb%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1T0Qc1CYObI/TWbzE8ltylI/AAAAAAAAAUk/2-U1F3saFeo/s320/feb%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577412454854281810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since frosting's gross, I made pudding to act as a substitute for the brownies. First time licking an egg beater. Tricky little buggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kCKjNYkCR0/TWbzgWtTfMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RWOY1ihP_-0/s1600/feb%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_kCKjNYkCR0/TWbzgWtTfMI/AAAAAAAAAUs/RWOY1ihP_-0/s320/feb%2B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577412925721902274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do not question the Snickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-9115555067095777273?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/9115555067095777273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=9115555067095777273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/9115555067095777273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/9115555067095777273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2011/02/mamma-mia-kelly-loves-her-food.html' title='Mamma Mia! (Kelly loves her food.)'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tlftOQwkEFc/TWbxoOEvBeI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n8eb3na0ETA/s72-c/feb%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2932431239039995591</id><published>2011-02-24T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:36:18.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTJOmQt_Gkw/TWbrazfVncI/AAAAAAAAAUE/akOwT_le5x4/s1600/feb%2B007.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/-uTJOmQt_Gkw/TWbrazfVncI/AAAAAAAAAUE/akOwT_le5x4/s320/feb%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577404034275712450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of posts to come soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2932431239039995591?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2932431239039995591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=2932431239039995591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2932431239039995591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2932431239039995591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTJOmQt_Gkw/TWbrazfVncI/AAAAAAAAAUE/akOwT_le5x4/s72-c/feb%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-4709229319660411753</id><published>2010-09-09T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T15:18:41.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To the Grind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TIlbTsIlqBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/v-r8LpwNDW0/s1600/Hungry+Hungry+Hippo+001.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/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TIlbTsIlqBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/v-r8LpwNDW0/s320/Hungry+Hungry+Hippo+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515039612514707474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't smile with my teeth. Ever. I scare children. *clears throat* Anyway, school's here again, so I'm trying not to be on the computer much anymore, let alone blogging. On this blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new blog. It's called &lt;a href="http://krillkitchen.blogspot.com"&gt;The Hungry Hungry Hippo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going good though. I can't believe tomorrow's already Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes I love: English 10, French 1, and 2D Design.&lt;br /&gt;Classes I tolerate: Orchestra and Concert Choir.&lt;br /&gt;Classes I highly dislike: Human Anatomy &amp;amp; Physiology and Algebra 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll put in a movie now, or go read, or just sit and stare at the interior of the house for a little while. I have a lot of time on my hands, what with only getting homework in my too-easy math class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-4709229319660411753?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4709229319660411753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=4709229319660411753&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4709229319660411753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4709229319660411753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-grind.html' title='Back To the Grind.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TIlbTsIlqBI/AAAAAAAAAR8/v-r8LpwNDW0/s72-c/Hungry+Hungry+Hippo+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-8822428672802292670</id><published>2010-08-01T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:59:22.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Akinator, the Web Genius</title><content type='html'>I JUST FOUND A SUPER ADDICTING WEBSITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://us.akinator.com/#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of a character, answer some questions, and it can guess who you're thinking of! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-8822428672802292670?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8822428672802292670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=8822428672802292670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8822428672802292670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8822428672802292670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/08/akinator-web-genius.html' title='Akinator, the Web Genius'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5959504971639553201</id><published>2010-07-10T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T09:30:12.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TDif8i7y5gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kx9PTydt98M/s1600/Happy_Birthday__s_cake_by_Erlan_Grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TDif8i7y5gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kx9PTydt98M/s320/Happy_Birthday__s_cake_by_Erlan_Grey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492315608096892418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Happy birthday. Fifteen years ago today you made your mom beg and cry for doctors to pull you out of her." -Bipolar Halo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5959504971639553201?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5959504971639553201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5959504971639553201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5959504971639553201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5959504971639553201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TDif8i7y5gI/AAAAAAAAAO4/kx9PTydt98M/s72-c/Happy_Birthday__s_cake_by_Erlan_Grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5694138998587154488</id><published>2010-07-03T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T07:56:34.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Review of The Twilight Saga: Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TC9PkAuFdgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bQcE7TJplKc/s1600/eclipse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489693950875104770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TC9PkAuFdgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bQcE7TJplKc/s320/eclipse1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I, like many others, went to see &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; at the midnight showing on Tuesday 29th, and got out at two in the morning on the 30th, highly satisfied with what I saw. Thursday night I went to see it again with a friend and my mom and got to really absorb what I was watching and if I truly liked it. I rate &lt;em&gt;The Twilight Saga: Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; five stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike for &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;, I watched no spoilers (okay, maybe two) for this film. With the first film, I watched all the trailers multiple times, any interviews with the cast or crew, behind the scenes footage, and every pre-released scene there was. I pretty much saw the whole film before it was even in theaters. Therefore I was not surprised at many of the parts. For the second movie I was better, yet I still wanted any information I could find. Finally for &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; I was a little tired with the whole series, and just found myself not bothering with interviews or spoilers. So for the most part, every scene layed before me in the theater was a surprising treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The director of the film, David Slade, is known for his other movie &lt;em&gt;30 Days of Night&lt;/em&gt;, and I have to say that while I watched Eclipse I could tell in some parts that he definitely directed it. The way the camera zoomed into a vampire's or werewolf's face when they got angry, bared their teeth, and screamed. Twas very &lt;em&gt;30 Days of Night&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like some of the acting was questionable, whether it was screaming in pain or rage, or just saying lines. Like when Robert Pattinson as Edward, proposed to Bella, played by Kristen Stewart. The words were lost - quite and lacking burning emotion. Or at least that's what I thought. There was also something, or more like someone, who stood out to me during the movie. Jodelle Ferland had the role of Bree Tanner, of newborn vampire created by Riley in attempt to make a newborn army. Ferland's acting...questionable. There was just something about how she tried to look like she was in pain, but sounded more like dramatically acting and just plain screaming. Could I have done better? That remains to be seen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially enjoyed the Hale's past flashbacks; Rosalie's tale of how her path in a perfect life took a dark turn when her drunk fiancé raped her and left her to die and Jasper's second life spent as a vampire who trained newborns in the army and then a year later had to kill them. They, especially Jasper's, captivated me. Jackson Rathbone in general did an amazing job in this film with much more to do with his character. He was in my favorite scenes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite what all the typical teenage girls are screaming about, I am not obsessed with Taylor Lautner or his abs in any way. In fact, I think in this movie I completely lost respect for Jacob's character. I liked Jacob in &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; and a good chunk of &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;. In fact, I stopped liking him once he became a werewolf and started having all his issues. Maybe I would like him if he wasn't so angry or sarcastic all the time. He doesn't smile and when he does, it's cocky. I just don't really understand how anyone can be on "Team Jacob."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I expected more humor in this film, mostly because that's what I heard in interviews, so I was a bit disappointed when there were only a few jokes here and there like in the other two films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music was also better in the first movies. When I saw &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;, I was floored with the beauty of the film and said it was more like an art film. The music was probably the best part of it. So while I watched &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt;, I was pretty let down with the choice of music. There were probably only two songs I liked in the movie, which is a bit sad. Even the score, which was composed by Howard Shore who did the music for &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, despite its minor downfalls, &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; didn't fail with the action sequences. The chase, the fight practice, and the actual fights with Victoria and the newborns. I like a good action film as much as the next sucker, and I wasn't let down. What interested me most was how with each movie, the material the vampires are made of seems to change. In &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;, as James was torn to shreds, he was more like flesh. In &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;, the vampires cracked and smashed like rock. And in &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt;, after numerous moments, it looked (and sounded) more like they were composed of glass, or ice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, I thought &lt;em&gt;Eclipse&lt;/em&gt; was a great film, and I don't think any true fan of the series could say they thoroughly hated it. So thank you to David Slade, the amazing cast who put together an awesome film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next stop, &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5694138998587154488?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5694138998587154488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5694138998587154488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5694138998587154488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5694138998587154488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-review-of-twilight-saga-eclipse.html' title='My Review of The Twilight Saga: Eclipse'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TC9PkAuFdgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bQcE7TJplKc/s72-c/eclipse1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1902502864377192386</id><published>2010-06-28T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T13:43:10.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e367/EDJ22/weeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 500px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e367/EDJ22/weeds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend introduced me to this awesome show called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weeds&lt;/span&gt;. It's about a woman whose husband died and to keep her same living conditions she needs to sell marijuana. All the seasons are available to watch on Netflix so if you have an account you should check out a few episodes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1902502864377192386?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1902502864377192386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1902502864377192386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1902502864377192386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1902502864377192386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/06/weeds.html' title='WEEDS'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7437669011757089110</id><published>2010-04-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:53:43.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Wasn't In Madison.</title><content type='html'>The story is called Fly Me Away, and it was for a contest that had a deadline of tomorrow, the eleventh. So instead of going to Madison I was at home finally getting a cranking out this baby. Hope you guys forgive me for not coming. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FYI, there are probably a few grammatical mistakes still. The story still needs polishing up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forward...backwards...forward...backwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up...down...up...down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Silver moons and paper dreams," I sang lightly as I swung to and fro.  "Faded maps and shiny things... You're my favorite one-man show. A  million different ways to go..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the creaking of the metal swing set, I could hear the soft  crunch of leaves behind me. Whoever it was didn't say anything, so I  ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you fly me away? Take me away with you, my love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone grabbed my sides from behind abruptly. I screamed and fell  backwards off the swing, hitting something hard on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God damn!" the upside down person cried as they clutched their nose  above me where I lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" I demanded, squinting my eyes through the sun up at him.  It was a boy about my age. He had untidy dark hair and wide eyes that  resembled those of a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ignored my question. "I'm not bleeding, am I?" he asked, moving his  hand. A single drop a scarlet liquid was sliding out of his left  nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grumbled something unintelligible and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up and rotated my body in his direction. "Well it's not my fault!  You shouldn't have sneaked up on me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved to face me again. The blood was gone, but there was still a  tint of redness where it had been. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. You just  looked lonely, swingin' all by yourself. I'm Will." He stuck his hand  out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated, not knowing what to make of this strange fellow who grabbed  people he didn't know from behind just for the heck of it. I stared  into his eyes, which were surprisingly light. The brown was more like  dark honey, and had flecks of gold. And the look he was giving me...They  pleaded to me to trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and stood up, wiping any dirty off my sundress. "I'm Mave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned and dropped his hand. "Mave...You're a bit odd, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crossed my arms. "You're one to talk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chuckled and rustled my hair, which I did not like. "Oh come on," he  smirked. "You're as sour as a lemon." He walked over to the swing and  shook it's chains. "Get on. I'll push you." He smiled encouragingly at  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shuffled over to the swing and sat down slowly. "No funny business," I  warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, your majesty," he teased. "Cross my heart and hope to die."  He began to push me forward lightly. It was a bit bumpy at first, but  after gaining enough momentum I was sailing through the air smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Close your eyes," he commanded me softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, imagine yourself in the sky, above the trees. No swing. Just you  and your wings." His hand was barely touching my back now, and I did  imagine it. The cool wind blowing at my face. I flew above the houses.  People were standing outside on their lawns, waving at me as I passed  them. I waved back, smiling ear to ear. I was so high up. The clouds  tickled my skin as I flew through them. Birds chirped their song to me,  and they, too, waved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See?" his voice was just above an audible whisper. "You're flying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I couldn't help but let the smile stretch across my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes, letting the light soak in. I blinked a couple of times  to dispatch the blurriness of my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark haired woman was sitting in the corner of the room, nose in a  magazine. She glanced my way and back at what she was reading. She did a  double take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! You're awake!" She sounded relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" I asked hoarsely, in a dead voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman got up and walked over to me. "It's Cindy, Grandma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right," I sighed, now remembering why I was here and what my problem  was: everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you hungry?" Cindy asked. I shook my head. "Thirsty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." I turned to my side. "I just want to sleep," I grumbled unhappily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She chuckled lightly, pushing the curtains open to let more sunlight  leak in. "Your heart monitor was going a bit crazy. Were you having a  bad dream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a bad dream," I mumbled quietly into my pillow. "Quite the  opposite actually, dear. It was a very good dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to share it with me?" Such a caring, bright granddaughter  Cindy was. To think that she was still sticking by me...I didn't  understand why anyone bothered with me anyone. Withered away, dried up  prune. It was cruel of them to leave me like this; trying to see what  the extent of my strength was. Didn't know why they haven't pulled the  plug yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. "It was more of a memory than a dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you were young?" she guessed, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I definitely wouldn't happily dream about my old age, that's for  sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got a point," she said, sitting back down in her chair. "So,  what was the memory?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared blankly at the gray wall, remembering. "I was flying," I  finally whispered. "That was when I first met your granddaddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've never told me stories about Grandpa. I never met him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, dear, that's because  he died when he was nineteen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swollen silence filled the room, enabling me to hear the doctors  outside speaking to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued. "We were barely sixteen when we met on that hot summer day.  He was the strangest thing in Georgia. It wasn't until later that I  realized he only wanted a friend. His father was never at home, always  too drunk to leave the bar. His mother wasn't much different; an addict  who eventually succumbed to the voices in her head and shot herself." I  rolled over to see if Cindy was still listening. Her brow furrowed  lightly and her posture inclined forward as she listened intently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very sad, yes. But he never let on any of that pain in front of me. In  fact, you remind me a lot of him." The side of Cindy's mouth curled up.  "Now, looking back on it, I know he was in love with me from day one. I,  on the other hand, was quite the stubborn one." I almost smiled. "It  wasn't until autumn hit that I realized―"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was paused by a doctor who came in and interrupted. "You look  better today, Ms. Adams," he commented under that white mask over his  mouth. I always hated those things. As if I didn't feel diseased enough.  His eyes made him look like he was smiling, but I knew that secretly he  was thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, the old hag's still  not dead?&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, ready for another check-up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Piss off," I grunted, too quiet for him to have the hopes of hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma Mave was just telling me a story," Cindy told him, giving me a  look that warned me to behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A story, eh? How nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, how nice. How nice it'd be to  shove that stethoscope right up your―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your vitals look pretty good," he announced after checking my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still going to die," I assured him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma," Cindy interjected, no doubt trying to hush my bickering up,  "what was Grandpa's name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will," I answered immediately. "William Jonathan. He was named after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; Grandpa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'll come back later, in a few hours," the doctor said, gathering  his clip board and heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the door closed I told Cindy, "I never did like that man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed. "He's just trying to do his job, Grandma. Now, continue  with the story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. Hmm, where was I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't until later you realized your feelings for Will." She was  grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes. Well, every day during the summer we were meeting by that damn  swing set. It's still there, you know. It was here before this hospital  was built."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It wouldn't happen to be that one a little ways down the road, would  it?" Cindy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! All the times I've passed it on my way over here...I never  knew..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled a tiny smile and it was silent for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma, what happened to him?" she asked in a small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smile faded quickly. "We were in love for many years. Always  together, never apart. One day I got a letter from him telling me to  meet him by the swing set. We haven't been there in so long..." My mind  trailed away for a moment, trapping me in the past until Cindy shook my  arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma? Grandma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Huh?" I blinked and looked at her worried expression. I shook my  head. "My memory's not what it once was. I'm falling apart." I gave her a  wry smile. "I need to rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, alright," she said, and I could sense a hint of disappointment in  her tone. "You can finish up the story when you wake up." She eased my  head back onto the pillow and pulled the blanket up to my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes," I agreed faintly. My eyes began to droop. It was amazing how  fast an old person could fall asleep after a slight dizzy spell. I was  under in less than five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My car had barely come to a full stop  and I was already out the door, sprinting towards the old swing set that  held so many fond moments of my times spent with Will. I couldn't keep  the smile off my face &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; the  butterflies out of my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mave,&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by our swing at noon tomorrow. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couple rose petals had fallen out when I opened the note. Will must  have had good news for me. As did I have news for him. My hand went to  my stomach and touched the skin with the lightest pressure. Moisture  filled my eyes. It's only been a week since I found out, but I still  felt like the the thing growing instead me had a heartbeat already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood at the swing and waited. Will wasn't there yet. I sat down on  the grass with his note clutched in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never showed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears streaming down my face and the sun nearly set, I went back to  my car, trudging along slowly, a deflated feeling in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was making my way to the front steps of my house a police officer  passed me. I hadn't noticed I parked right next to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have a good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Adams," he said solemnly before he  parted. He nodded at me when he saw me walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom? Dad? What's going on?" I asked, entering the house. The were  standing around the front entrance looking worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mave, honey," my mom addressed me, coming over and putting her arms  around my shoulders, "that was Officer Marshall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was he doing here?" I asked, looking at her face and then at my  father's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know that boy you like?" my dad said. "Well, Officer Marshall came  to tell us, said he knew to come to us because the boy had something on  it with your first and last name." And of course, in a town as small as  this, everyone knew everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He ran into Will?" I puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, there was an accident up on the road next to the gas station.  There seemed to be some kind of fight. The boy―I mean, Will―was found  lying next to his car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, Mave. I-I dont know how to break this down for you gently.  Will...Will was dead before the police got there." My dad reached into  an envelope and took what was inside of it out. "This was in his pocket  though. And we think he intended on giving it to you..." He dropped a  silver, single diamond ring in the center of my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at it, not able to feel my body. It took me a while to get my  mind caught up. "What?" I said. "What?" I yelled. "No!" I cried and fell  to the ground. "I-I don't understand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry, Mave, dear." My mother bent down and tried to comfort me  but I shook her off and screamed as I sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so sorry..." My parents left me alone that night. I couldn't sleep,  only cry. And staring at the ring in my hand only made me cry harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross my heart and hope to die, a voice sad in my head. Will's smiling  face popped up and gave me a thumbs up. That sick bastard. I choked on  my tears and cursed. I wouldn't survive from this blow. It was too much.  I wouldn't survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to get out of here&lt;/span&gt; was  my first thought as soon as I opened my eyes again. I sat up and noticed  how dark it was in the room. Cindy was asleep in the chair in the  corner, snoring lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw my blanket off my lap and my legs over the side. A couple of my  joints popped. It's been a long time since I've been out of this bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid open my door cautiously and slowly. I peaked my head out to see  if there were any doctors or nurses lurking the halls. As far as I could  tell, the coast was clear. I made my way out of my room and closed the  door again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt strange to walk and use my legs. A couple of times I would  stagger, and I walked with a slight limp. Other than that, I was doing  pretty good for a woman in her late nineties. If I was right, it was my  birthday tomorrow. The lucky one double zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, I was leaving the front entrance of the building. It  had been easier to escape than I had thought. I walked out into the  night, feeling the soft grass tickle my feet, and the wet mud slide  between my toes. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew where I had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swing set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still standing there. Old and withered away just like me. But I'm  sure it still had some swing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I sat down, I was sixteen again. Long, dark hair. Pale.  Bright green eyes. My cheeks went pink and I started to swing. And as I  swung, I sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In my mind I've been set free, will you take this journey...You and  me... Fly me away with you, my love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mave," a voice said. And there in front of me Will stood, a bouquet of  flowers in hand. I continued to swing as high as the sun was in the sky.  I smiled brightly at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been waiting for you, Mave," he cooed. "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter," I told him. "I'm here now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up and up and up I went, never stopped. I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran down the halls, my breathing shallow and rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma?" I called. She was no where in sight. I woke up, expecting to  see her sleeping away, but only to find empty sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there was a nurse at the front desk. She was zoning out,  listening to music while reading the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please," I gasped, "you have to help me. I can't find my grandmother.  She was in her room sleeping and now she's gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse jumped up and called security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am," one of the guards said to me, "what's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cindy Cole," I answered. "My grandmother is Mave Adams. Please find  her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have any idea where she could have gone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I-" I stopped. Then it came to me. "The swing set," I mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that?" he asked, but I was already running out the door. It  was pouring down hard when I exited the hospital. I put my arm over my  head and ran down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma?" I called loudly. "Grandma, where are you?" When I got to the  swing set I squinted my eyes to see through the darkness and rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spotted her. Lying on the ground face down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grandma!" I ran over to her. I rolled her over to look at her. Her face  was covered with mud, but the rain quickly washed most of it away. I  pressed the side of my head against her chest, trying to find a heart  beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of medics came rushing over to me. One of them knocked me out of  the way to get to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I sobbed, watching helplessly as they tried and failed to  resurrect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry," a man said to me. "It was just her time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I whispered. "It wasn't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a sympathetic look and turned back to the corpse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mave Isabella Adams," he said, reading the tag around her wrist. "Time  of death?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1:01am," replied a different man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crack of thunder and a flash of lightning occurred, and in the split  second I thought I saw two young teenagers. Next to the far end of the  swing set. They looked as if they were smiling at me. A guy with dark  hair and puppy-like eyes and a girl with a floral print sundress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow then, I knew wherever Grandma Mave was, she was gonna be all  right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's that! Wish me luck. I hope I win at least third place in the contest. I worked really hard on this. :) Now off to the Dells I go! See ya in the evening Sunday (Heidi and Lilly)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7437669011757089110?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7437669011757089110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7437669011757089110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7437669011757089110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7437669011757089110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-i-wasnt-in-madison.html' title='Why I Wasn&apos;t In Madison.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2013897016747955316</id><published>2010-03-30T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T14:30:33.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what??</title><content type='html'>So I went on Stephenie Meyer's website to read more of Midnight Sun, and guess who wrote another book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S7JrYvrduwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QLptyckvVBE/s1600/Bree+Tanner%27s+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S7JrYvrduwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QLptyckvVBE/s320/Bree+Tanner%27s+story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454540171558894338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think the title could have been better, but I'm still interested in reading this when it comes out June 5th of this year. I'll read anything Stephenie Meyer writes, just because I love her work so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you forgot/haven't read Eclipse in a while, Bree is the newborn vampire at the end who survived the fight against the Cullens and werewolves, but got killed by the Volturi anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different note, I GOT BRACES. :D No, I'm not posting a picture 1) because I'm too lazy to take a picture and upload it and 2) I know some of you haven't seen them yet and I want it to be a surprise when you see me in person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2013897016747955316?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2013897016747955316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=2013897016747955316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2013897016747955316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2013897016747955316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/03/guess-what.html' title='Guess what??'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S7JrYvrduwI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QLptyckvVBE/s72-c/Bree+Tanner%27s+story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-4415548772776836778</id><published>2010-03-17T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:03:43.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S6GJhxFSFFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SvsPLC3jlcU/s1600-h/Leprechaun_Moon_Buns___Group_2_by_MoonYen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S6GJhxFSFFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SvsPLC3jlcU/s320/Leprechaun_Moon_Buns___Group_2_by_MoonYen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449788237299192914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://moonyen.deviantart.com/"&gt;MoonYen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-4415548772776836778?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4415548772776836778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=4415548772776836778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4415548772776836778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4415548772776836778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S6GJhxFSFFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SvsPLC3jlcU/s72-c/Leprechaun_Moon_Buns___Group_2_by_MoonYen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6689772733922125161</id><published>2010-03-11T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:09:35.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ECLIPSE TRAILER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2HIda5wSVU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2HIda5wSVU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason it doesn't work when I embed it, so you'll have to make do with the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6689772733922125161?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6689772733922125161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6689772733922125161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6689772733922125161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6689772733922125161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/03/eclipse-trailer.html' title='ECLIPSE TRAILER'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5975220750813438714</id><published>2010-02-22T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:54:29.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S4MO3b0ieLI/AAAAAAAAALw/E5Nx8XZEm8s/s1600-h/Stick+People.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Well, anyway, I finally got around to updating my Mibba page. And it looks pretty darn good. Take a look for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S4F3kDewXtI/AAAAAAAAALo/d3-lApGM1z8/s1600-h/Mibba+Layout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S4F3kDewXtI/AAAAAAAAALo/d3-lApGM1z8/s320/Mibba+Layout.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440761286133571282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it didn't even take that long. I'm still tweaking stuff out, but mostly because I have nothing better to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1034778164428192116?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1034778164428192116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1034778164428192116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1034778164428192116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1034778164428192116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/02/mibba-update.html' title='Mibba Update!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S4F3kDewXtI/AAAAAAAAALo/d3-lApGM1z8/s72-c/Mibba+Layout.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6480819265887496919</id><published>2010-02-20T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T07:55:44.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot your t's and cross your i's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S4AFlLSm9YI/AAAAAAAAALg/c1bHT93CT_o/s1600-h/cello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S4AFlLSm9YI/AAAAAAAAALg/c1bHT93CT_o/s320/cello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440354486107698562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there's a rumor going around that I'm going to start playing the cello because the viola just isn't working out for me. My mom talked to the orchestra conductor Mrs. Malloy and told her that I'm happy that I can fit orchestra into my schedule next year, but I'm not really happy with the viola. I quote, "She said she would learn to play cello if I gave her one." You know what Mrs. Malloy replied with? "Oh well I have two cellos! She can have one at school and one to keep at home." Two cellos? Whoa now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly excited to get the two cellos so I can name them. Why do people name their instruments? My first viola was from my brother Danny. I named it Jack. I grew attached to Jack, but after a year Danny wanted it back so he could play it. My second viola was rented from a music store. I named it Dal&lt;span class="tealdark serif"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;. It has more scuffs and scratches than Jack, but I enjoyed playing it for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the name of your instrument (if you play one)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6480819265887496919?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6480819265887496919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6480819265887496919&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6480819265887496919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6480819265887496919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/02/dot-your-ts-and-cross-your-is.html' title='Dot your t&apos;s and cross your i&apos;s!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/S4AFlLSm9YI/AAAAAAAAALg/c1bHT93CT_o/s72-c/cello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-435781439990211220</id><published>2010-02-16T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:33:01.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>You should all read my first (and super short) chapter of my new mermaid story called Seeing Grace. It's on Mibba. Read and comment, eh? Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://stories.mibba.com/read/246347/Seeing-Grace/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a comment-greedy mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-435781439990211220?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/435781439990211220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=435781439990211220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/435781439990211220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/435781439990211220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/02/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3825645251183822941</id><published>2010-02-16T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:29:49.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm An Emotion Train Wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies that made me cry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt; (Alzheimer disease is just really sad.)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt; (I cried the last five or ten minutes of the movie and then for another hour after it was over.)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click &lt;/span&gt;(I think just about everyone who watched this movie cried a little. Who knew a movie with Adam Sandler in it could be so sad.)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mulan II&lt;/span&gt; (Shang almost died! I remember crying while eating chocolate ice cream from the bucket, ironically enough.)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books that made me cry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; (Those of you who were there know I cried while reading this book. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah, I teared up a bit when Edward left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies and books that made me pissed/frustrated;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/span&gt; (You know how frustrating it is when two people are looking for each other and they're so close but never get to that other person? It's like a game of tag, but it's even more painful to the people watching it.)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt; (The first book was pretty good, but this book just made me hate all the characters. There are a few characters that I'm constantly wanting to strangle, so that makes the book hard to read.)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tempted&lt;/span&gt; (The book really wasn't that good at all. I was disappointed. And I still really hate Zoey...and about everyone else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books that made me laugh;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Devouring&lt;/span&gt; (Simon Holt strung along humor with gore, and that I really admired.)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/span&gt; (Wow. This book is so funny, and I didn't even finish it! It's just so clever and filled with wit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there are a bunch of others that I'm missing, so I'm going to keep this open, and slowly add on to it when I think of more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3825645251183822941?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3825645251183822941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3825645251183822941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3825645251183822941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3825645251183822941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-emotion-train-wreck.html' title='I&apos;m An Emotion Train Wreck'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5498094941963020216</id><published>2010-01-16T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:37:12.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've started writing again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know how long it will last, but I'm taking advantage of this while I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5498094941963020216?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5498094941963020216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5498094941963020216&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5498094941963020216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5498094941963020216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/01/awesome-news.html' title='Awesome News'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7190164203790934210</id><published>2010-01-07T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:06:55.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZOMG.</title><content type='html'>1. What is your current obsession? Arizona tea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt; noodles, and blueberry juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are you wearing today? A white sweat shirt with orange lettering that reads, "H-TOWN HOOPS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s for dinner? Hopefully cheese burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the last thing you bought? I gave my teachers two dollars for a small white, blank book that I need for a book project that's due on the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you listening to right now? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, "Butterfly" by Aqua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think about the person who tagged you? I wasn't tagged at all (*glares at Heidi*). I'm doing this out of sheer boredom and the fact that I enjoy answering questions about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be? London, England because I love the English accent, the rain, the different book cover designs, and how they drive on the opposite side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One thing you wanna change about yourself ? I want to be more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Iron River where my best friend Chelsea lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which language do you want to learn? Japanese. That way I can go to Japan. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Oooh&lt;/span&gt;, I should of said Tokyo for number seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s your favourite quote? I have too many. They're on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; if you're really curious though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Would you cook for me? No, mostly because all I can cook is scrambled eggs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt; noodles. And cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you? Um, ignore them? Obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What are you afraid of the most? Dying. I don't know what happens in the afterlife, if there's one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you want to meet right now? I don't know. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favourite color? All shades of blue except indigo. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Give us 3 styling tips that work for you. I have little style. All I do is wear scarves and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pea coats&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your dream job? Author or possible actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What’s your favorite magazine? I don't read magazines. They bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on? Books. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mangas&lt;/span&gt; included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you consider a fashion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; pas? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Moccasins&lt;/span&gt;. The fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pocahontas&lt;/span&gt; managed to start a trend freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's a little quirk of yours? I can whistle and hum at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What brings a smile on your face instantly? My eighth hour English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. A word that you say a lot? I don't know what word I &lt;em&gt;say &lt;/em&gt;a lot, but I do know I write the word "yeah" a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What kind of haircut do you prefer? Short, choppy, spikey, that sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What are you going to do after this? Wait for my iPod to be done charging, maybe work a little more on my book report, possibly play my Gameboy that's so recently charged, and most importantly find some dang food to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed? I don't do anything about it. I sit at the computer and let it suck the life out of me while I groan and complain about everything to the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What makes you go wild? Taco dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What are your favorite movies? You asked for it. My favorite movies are the following: The Blair Witch Project, Notting Hill, Accepted, Austin Powers 1-3, Twilight, New Moon, Overboard, Inkheart, X-Men 1-4, Whip It, Adventureland, Click, Push, The Onion, Final Destination 1-4, The Notebook, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Obsessed, The Dead Poet's Society,The Illusionist, The Prestige, Stay, The Village, Kate &amp;amp; Leopold, Star Trek, Pirates of the Caribbean 1-3, Spiderman 1-3, Batman 1-2, Harry Potter 1-6, Underworld 1-3, Saw 1-5, Scary Movie 1-4, Hot Fuzz, Shawn of the Dead, Mirrors, The Uninvited, Spirited Away, Horton Hears a Who, Wall-E, Casanova, Stay Alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What inspires you? Beautiful photography on Deviantart.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What do your friends call you most commonly? Kelly. Or Krill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Would you prefer coffee or tea? Coffee, even though I only really like the smell. Tea is just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which other blogs do you love visiting? Lola Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Dessert/Sweet? Bleh, sugary sweets hurt my teeth, so I stopped enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. How many tabs are turned on in your browser right now? Two. Blogger and Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite Season? Spring because of the rain. Ahh, how I love rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.One wish that you really want to see it come true? Me becoming thinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What breaks your heart? Ridiculous teen drama that sticks to you no matter how hard to try to avoid it. And the worst part is it's all because of the non-existent maturity in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What's one thing you really want to do in life? Finish something, like a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I did this for no apparent reason, I'm not tagging anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7190164203790934210?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7190164203790934210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7190164203790934210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7190164203790934210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7190164203790934210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/01/zomg.html' title='ZOMG.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3585243552293982717</id><published>2010-01-02T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:27:43.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing Video</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but embedding the video isn't working, so I'm going to give you the link to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; so you can watch it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG80a4zKEIc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QG80a4zKEIc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3585243552293982717?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3585243552293982717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3585243552293982717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3585243552293982717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3585243552293982717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/01/amusing-video.html' title='Amusing Video'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3992986852849025002</id><published>2010-01-02T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:20:30.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time For An Update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sz-23oUGLRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/24n9vxaM8Mg/s1600-h/Blahblahblahsomethingaboutzombiesblah+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422253543208135954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sz-23oUGLRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/24n9vxaM8Mg/s320/Blahblahblahsomethingaboutzombiesblah+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling: Chubby (I keep eating the yummy leftovers!) but productive (I'm planning out a story!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving: Lola, who just ran from the kitchen into the living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading: Ugh, I seriously think there's something wrong with me. I pick up a book, start reading it, and then put it down, never picking it back up again. Recently I've done this with Alyssa Noel's third installment in the Immortals series &lt;em&gt;Shadowland&lt;/em&gt; and Aprilynne Pike's &lt;em&gt;Wings&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting: To get back into "writing mode." I miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreaming: About being in a huge chorus and not knowing what to do (that was my dream last night; it was amusing). Haha, no, but I am dreaming about getting into concert choir and wearing black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having: Turkey sandwich with organic juice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting: For Chelsea to get online. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3992986852849025002?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3992986852849025002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3992986852849025002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3992986852849025002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3992986852849025002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-time-for-update.html' title='It&apos;s Time For An Update...'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sz-23oUGLRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/24n9vxaM8Mg/s72-c/Blahblahblahsomethingaboutzombiesblah+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-4015626465869048604</id><published>2009-12-16T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:39:46.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Possible! (I love glitches.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SymlzTQGZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pGEOJ-YPe98/s1600-h/Many+MANY+messages.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SymlzTQGZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pGEOJ-YPe98/s320/Many+MANY+messages.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416042327649445058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Please click to enlarge.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y I have 65,532 messages; I was just on my Gaia this morning! (Heh, Lilly says I'm quite popular.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I actually like glitches in video games and websites (not because I love being frustrated and having things not work) because it gives me something to laugh about. Take the Harry Potter PC games for example. LOT of glitches you can stumble upon. There's actually a video filled with all of the things these two people came across while playing the first game. It's quite amusing (especially if you've actually played the game *hint hint nudge nudge Lilly, Heidi*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT5b_vKut2o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jT5b_vKut2o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-4015626465869048604?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4015626465869048604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=4015626465869048604&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4015626465869048604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4015626465869048604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-possible-i-love-glitches.html' title='Not Possible! (I love glitches.)'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SymlzTQGZMI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pGEOJ-YPe98/s72-c/Many+MANY+messages.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2759756869669218031</id><published>2009-11-23T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:55:46.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Twilight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SwsvCa_IxZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TaLtLT0Q9iE/s1600/jacob+bella+edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SwsvCa_IxZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TaLtLT0Q9iE/s320/jacob+bella+edward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407467496238794130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you on Team Edward or Team Jacob? (My school conselor is on Team Carlisle and this boy in my world cultures class is on Team Alice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I absolutely ADORED &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. [Chris Weitz] did a fantastic job. I am curious to see what David Slade will bring us for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;. Personally, I think Eclipse will be darker. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; had a blue theme going on, while &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; has more brown tones. I may be biased, see how I'm basing my opinion off the fact that David Slade directed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30 Days of Night&lt;/span&gt;, but it's just a guess anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; yet? If not, when are you going to? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(NO TWILIGHT AND/OR STEPHENIE MEYER HATIN' IN THE COMMENTS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2759756869669218031?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2759756869669218031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=2759756869669218031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2759756869669218031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2759756869669218031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/11/team-twilight.html' title='Team Twilight!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SwsvCa_IxZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TaLtLT0Q9iE/s72-c/jacob+bella+edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6215197814472950754</id><published>2009-11-15T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:07:02.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder To Self</title><content type='html'>I'm not really going to consider this an actual post, I just need to post the URL of this one website for future references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.dbz-zone.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch some anime now. Mwhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;('caus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e i like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww41/mario10james/yugioh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 313px;" src="http://i704.photobucket.com/albums/ww41/mario10james/yugioh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3869546762042254553-6215197814472950754?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6215197814472950754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6215197814472950754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6215197814472950754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6215197814472950754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/11/reminder-to-self.html' title='Reminder To Self'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1149505338894962230</id><published>2009-11-08T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:00:04.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T, I DO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; post regularly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do &lt;/span&gt;post whenever I find something to post about. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; have a theme for this blog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt; think this blog reflects a portion of my brain. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't&lt;/span&gt; mind if I have zero followers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do&lt;/span&gt; want comments on my posts though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1149505338894962230?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1149505338894962230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1149505338894962230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1149505338894962230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1149505338894962230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-i-do.html' title='I DON&apos;T, I DO'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-539351846590057569</id><published>2009-11-06T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:45:27.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Like Your Oppinion</title><content type='html'>I would very much like your opinion on this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is it bragging&lt;/span&gt;, when one talks about the positive things about themselves and their life aloud?&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Is it boasting&lt;/span&gt;, when one talks about how happy they are with the talented family they come from to others? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is it annoying&lt;/span&gt;, when one talks about how proud they are about what they did if they say it in an innocent manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly worried that I'm doing all three (bragging, boasting, and being annoying) while talking to my friend about such things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-539351846590057569?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/539351846590057569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=539351846590057569&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/539351846590057569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/539351846590057569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/11/id-like-your-oppinion.html' title='I&apos;d Like Your Oppinion'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1776949650562043891</id><published>2009-10-31T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:32:52.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween A Racist Holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SuyPygzMxqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GUJIjYMUocM/s1600-h/Racism.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SuyPygzMxqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GUJIjYMUocM/s320/Racism.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398848151271294626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funny truth is that this Aaron kid was commenting to the comment I made before him (which I obviously deleted). XD And now Aaron looks like a fool! Mwhaha...Don't mess with Kelly. Because she knows how to take screen shots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1776949650562043891?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1776949650562043891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1776949650562043891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1776949650562043891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1776949650562043891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-racist-holiday.html' title='Halloween A Racist Holiday?'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SuyPygzMxqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GUJIjYMUocM/s72-c/Racism.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-8238163036383456256</id><published>2009-10-30T17:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:27:49.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Irony</title><content type='html'>"Debby Mills-Newbroughton, 99 years old, was killed as she crossed the road. She was to turn 100 the next day but, crossing the road with her daughter to go to her own birthday party, her wheel chair was hit by the truck delivering her birthday cake."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-8238163036383456256?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8238163036383456256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=8238163036383456256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8238163036383456256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8238163036383456256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-irony.html' title='Sick Irony'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1218403476681676909</id><published>2009-10-28T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:14:12.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I've changed the layout up a bit. Okay, a lot. What do you think? But more importantly, what do you think of the playlist I added full of the musicians I posted about last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1218403476681676909?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1218403476681676909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1218403476681676909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1218403476681676909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1218403476681676909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1049130262715933682</id><published>2009-10-27T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:53:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicians I Like To Listen To</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just in case any of you are curious about what I listen to or are looking for music suggestions, I've made a nice list of all the musicians I like. And in return, you should make a post telling what your favorites are, then comment on this blog linking to your post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ENYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love Enya (full name: Eithne Patricia Ní Bhraonáin). Her voice has that spiritual and inspiring thing going on. I'm always getting motivated when I listen to her music. My favorite song by her at the moment is "Amarantine." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SINGS FOLK, CELTIC.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYA MARINA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Their names may be similar, but Anya Marina's music is very different from Enya's. The thing about Anya's music I like is how she sings. I can't put my finger on what kind of accent she has, but she has a very whispery kind of voice that I love hearing. Listen to "Satellite Heart" to see what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SINGS IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DIE, ALTERNATIVE, ACOUSTIC.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GRETA SALPETER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The female singer in the group The Hush Sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SUNG ROCK, INDIE, POP)&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, after three albums, The Hush sound is no longer together, but Greta here is still makin' music with her sweet and soft soprano voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SINGS POP, INDIE.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REGINA SPEKTOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ever since I first heard her song "Fidelity" on MTV I was in love with the quirkiness of how she sung her songs. I don't know what it is about the song, but listen to "Laughing With" and you'll know what I mean when I say it's deep and hits a feel emotional strings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SINGS ALTERNATIVE, INDIE ROCK, ACOUSTIC, BLUES.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;INGRID MICHAELSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ingrid is another beautiful soprano singer. My sister and I love singing along to her song "You and I." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SINGS INDIE, POP, FOLK ROCK.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1049130262715933682?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1049130262715933682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1049130262715933682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1049130262715933682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1049130262715933682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/10/musicians-i-like-to-listen-to.html' title='Musicians I Like To Listen To'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-646210673978632901</id><published>2009-10-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:41:19.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn't belong..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SuYXR2MD6JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lw6wK65QXSQ/s1600-h/jeremy+mexi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SuYXR2MD6JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lw6wK65QXSQ/s320/jeremy+mexi.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397026798821435538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click to enlarge. I couldn't help but chuckle at what I saw while on this one girl's Facebook page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-646210673978632901?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/646210673978632901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=646210673978632901&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/646210673978632901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/646210673978632901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-of-these-things-is-not-like-other.html' title='One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn&apos;t belong..'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SuYXR2MD6JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lw6wK65QXSQ/s72-c/jeremy+mexi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5153835574524066391</id><published>2009-10-21T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:24:58.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo-Editing Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/Piratepokemon12/Autumn001-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/Piratepokemon12/Autumn001-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before picture above. Here's the after picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/Piratepokemon12/Autumn001-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 639px; height: 478px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc164/Piratepokemon12/Autumn001-2-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lola (even if I keep calling her Nala on accident)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Sadly, my blog cuts off half of the photo because it's too big. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5153835574524066391?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5153835574524066391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5153835574524066391&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5153835574524066391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5153835574524066391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-editing-magic.html' title='Photo-Editing Magic'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-68570379079912433</id><published>2009-10-04T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:37:30.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Would You Feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SsjPIpZCO2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ksQPVRWsChw/s1600-h/human.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SsjPIpZCO2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ksQPVRWsChw/s320/human.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388784701605559138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save a mouse, get a laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-68570379079912433?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/68570379079912433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=68570379079912433&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/68570379079912433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/68570379079912433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-would-you-feel.html' title='How Would You Feel?'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SsjPIpZCO2I/AAAAAAAAAGk/ksQPVRWsChw/s72-c/human.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2297846908386084775</id><published>2009-09-25T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:42:57.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mibba Down</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when the Mibba website server goes down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sr1jYgYxrsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QJoCyGbj38U/s1600-h/mibba+down.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sr1jYgYxrsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QJoCyGbj38U/s320/mibba+down.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385570002066845378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2297846908386084775?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2297846908386084775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=2297846908386084775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2297846908386084775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2297846908386084775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/mibba-down.html' title='Mibba Down'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sr1jYgYxrsI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QJoCyGbj38U/s72-c/mibba+down.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1625167441249310810</id><published>2009-09-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:52:40.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You See Next May Scare You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SrwURekx6PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bIgQk7TJ5hE/s1600-h/what+the+fuck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SrwURekx6PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bIgQk7TJ5hE/s320/what+the+fuck.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385201544925931762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1625167441249310810?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1625167441249310810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1625167441249310810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1625167441249310810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1625167441249310810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-you-see-next-may-scare-you.html' title='What You See Next May Scare You...'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SrwURekx6PI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bIgQk7TJ5hE/s72-c/what+the+fuck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-8386180159314315256</id><published>2009-09-24T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:42:49.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Host" by Stephenie Meyer Becoming A Movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff298/grfreek/b-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 280px;" src="http://i239.photobucket.com/albums/ff298/grfreek/b-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Producers Nick Wechsler, Steve and Paula Mae Schwartz have used their own money to acquire screen rights to “The Host,” the first adult novel written by Stephenie Meyer, author of the “Twilight” series.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Andrew Niccol will write the script and direct.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Meyer’s novel is a love story set in the near future on Earth, which has been assimilated by an alien species of benevolent parasites that call themselves “Souls.” One such soul, the Wanderer, is fused with a dying human named Melanie Stryder, in an attempt to locate the last pocket of surviving humans on Earth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wechsler and the Schwartzes are separately teamed on “The Road,” the John Hillcoat-directed adaptation of the Cormac McCarthy novel that will be released Nov. 25 by the Weinstein Co. They are also producing the Paul Schrader-scripted “The Dying of the Light” and an adaptation of Pete Takada book “An Eye at the Top of the World,” which Ryne Douglas Pearson is adapting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In addition to writing four volumes of the “Twilight” series, Meyer has been heavily involved in the screen transfers, and she spurned several overtures for “The Host.” The producers continued lobbying the author and her UTA reps with a significant offer, a strong vision for the project and a collaborative spirit. Meyer eventually said yes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In fact, Niccol first came under consideration after Wechsler and the Schwartzes asked Meyer what her favorite science fiction films are. “Gattaca” and “The Truman Show” were in her top five; Niccol wrote and directed “Gattaca” and scripted the Peter Weir-directed “The Truman Show.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Meyer's website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys, great news!  &lt;i&gt;The Host&lt;/i&gt; is on its way to the big screen:  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogs.variety.com/bfdealmemo/2009/09/twilights-meyer-tackles-adult-pic-fare-with-niccol.html?ref=ssp" onclick="target='_blank';"&gt;Variety.com: "Twilight's Meyer..."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm so excited to be working with Nick Weschler, and Steve and Paula Mae Schwartz to bring The Host to a visual format. They've all been a dream to work with, so lovely and collaborative, and I feel like we're in a really good place to make a great movie together. And then to have Andrew Niccol writing and directing? Truly awesome. If you've never seen Gattaca, go watch it now. One of my favorite movies of all time. It's such a great example of character driven science fiction, which is ideal for &lt;i&gt;The Host&lt;/i&gt;, no? I'm having an absolute blast imagining different dream casts, which I would post if people didn't take my silly blogs so seriously these days. I'm looking forward to seeing the cast lists you come up with in the fansite forums, and if any of them match mine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, very exciting. Yay Host!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Steph"&lt;/p&gt;So. Are you as excited as I am? A part of me thought that eventually someone would make The Host into a movie, but I didn't know it was actually going to happen! And so soon too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Host just as much as the Twilight series and wish them luck on the way to making it come alive on the big screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-8386180159314315256?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8386180159314315256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=8386180159314315256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8386180159314315256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8386180159314315256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/host-by-stephenie-meyer-becoming-movie.html' title='&quot;The Host&quot; by Stephenie Meyer Becoming A Movie!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3953628020859950334</id><published>2009-09-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:56:32.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Sheen Speaks!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, Michael Sheen is the actor who is best known for his roles in Frost/Nixon (David Frost), Underworld 1-3 (Lucian), and now New Moon (Aro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Mr. Sheen has been interviewed in which he briefly talks about his part in New Moon. The fact that he's talking about New Moon is not why I'm blogging, but what he said in an answer to a question that stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Weinstraub:&lt;/span&gt; You mentioned your daughter. You’re quoted in the NY Post as saying she was a little annoyed when you took the part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael Sheen:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Right, well, I think she felt a whole combination of emotions. I think she was a bit overwhelmed by the fact that I was going to be in it. I think she was really excited, but, at the same time, I remember what this was like when I was ten, eleven. If there was something I was really into, the last thing I wanted was for my mom and dad to be into it as well. That’s just annoying. So she was very excited and she cried when I first told her about it. I think it was just her fantasy/imaginative world suddenly colliding with her reality. She didn’t know how she felt about it. She punched me I remember and kicked me. I think that was her sort of frustration with me. In fact it was her mother who said, “Is it because that’s your thing and now daddy’s getting in on it?” And she said, “Yes.” So it was her (as usual) very perceptive mother who got that. But then, very quickly, she made peace with that and then she was just very excited about going to the premiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what sticks out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;in his reply? What caught my attention was the fact that he brought up what it's like for someone to love something to fantasized and other worldly but then have to deal with reality crashing into it, waking them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His daughter was first upset he was taking the role of Aro because she didn't want her daddy involved with a series she loved so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to a question I ask you. Pick a series of books you absolutely love. Pretend they're made into movies. Pretend one of your siblings, or one of your parents act for their career and portray characters in films all the time. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would your reaction be if one of your siblings or mom or dad suddenly got the part of one of your favorite (or any character for that matter) characters in the movie? &lt;/span&gt;Happy? Shocked? Mad? Annoyed? Speechless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives you something to think about, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3953628020859950334?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3953628020859950334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3953628020859950334&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3953628020859950334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3953628020859950334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/michael-sheen-speaks.html' title='Michael Sheen Speaks!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1853375287442520722</id><published>2009-09-19T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:15:21.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg239/chink55/tom-cruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 326px;" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg239/chink55/tom-cruise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u55/SuSyCBM/ChristianBale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 461px;" src="http://i165.photobucket.com/albums/u55/SuSyCBM/ChristianBale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i965.photobucket.com/albums/ae135/shaduasycanons/Boys/Blondes/facinelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 230px;" src="http://i965.photobucket.com/albums/ae135/shaduasycanons/Boys/Blondes/facinelli.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I used wrong photos to prove my point...but Peter Facinelli CAN look like both Tom Cruise and Christian Bale.&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/3869546762042254553-1853375287442520722?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1853375287442520722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1853375287442520722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1853375287442520722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1853375287442520722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-see-it.html' title='Do You See It?'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1855469038191989124</id><published>2009-09-13T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:30:06.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder how long this will stay on Youtube...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;EDIT: "This video is no longer available due to copyright claim by Summit Entertainment." Well, I guess that answered our question.&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_Lj5HKb78g&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_Lj5HKb78g&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1855469038191989124?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1855469038191989124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1855469038191989124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1855469038191989124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1855469038191989124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wonder-how-long-this-will-stay-on.html' title='I wonder how long this will stay on Youtube...'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6895784511128179073</id><published>2009-09-12T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:48:53.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I Want From Barnes 'n Noble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sqva1ERJGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JrgOlr4XzIk/s1600-h/lord+loss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sqva1ERJGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JrgOlr4XzIk/s320/lord+loss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380634785037752498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord Loss by Darren Shan.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not one for horror novels, but after reading The Devouring and having a best friend who lives for horror and gore, I'm willing to check out the first book in the series to see if I'll like it as much as Chelsea did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;Grubbs Grady has stiff red hair and is a little big for his age, which means he can get into R-rated movies. He hates history and loves bacon, rats, and playing tricks on his squeamish older sister. When he opts out of a family weekend trip, he never guesses that he is about to take a terrifying journey into darkness. Hungry demons and howling werewolves haunt his waking nightmares... and threaten his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sqvbc6FkVaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/c_nMETg9gb4/s1600-h/living+nightmare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sqvbc6FkVaI/AAAAAAAAAFs/c_nMETg9gb4/s320/living+nightmare.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380635469499618722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Living Nightmare by Darren Shan.&lt;/span&gt; Another horror series that is supposed to be good. Even Heidi's friend Eli said it was the best series he's come across. Plus they're making a movie out of it. It seems that the movie is based off the second book though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;In the tradition of Stephen King's 'Salem's Lot,' Cirque Du Freak is the frightening saga of a young boy whose visit to a mysterious freak show leads him on a journey into a dark world of vampires. Filled with grotesque creatures, murderous vampires, and a petrifying ending, Cirque Du Freak will chill, thrill, and leave readers begging for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sqvcxo7F_pI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LTvAH6oFVnU/s1600-h/soulstice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sqvcxo7F_pI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LTvAH6oFVnU/s320/soulstice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380636925181165202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soulstice by Simon Holt.&lt;/span&gt; Of course I'm going to be getting the sequel to The Devouring. It's a necesity the next time I go to Barnes 'n Noble (because they don't have the darn book at Wal-mart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;It's been six months since Reggie first discovered and fought against the Vours, malicious and demonic beings that inhabit human bodies on the eve of the Winter Solstice. The Vours still haunt Reggie, but only in her dreams-until one night, when an unexpected visitor turns her nightmares into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqvddtF9wWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1QMd7fgnqoA/s1600-h/unwind.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqvddtF9wWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1QMd7fgnqoA/s320/unwind.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380637682214748514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unwind by Neal Shusterman.&lt;/span&gt; I read the first chapter of this and I'm already hooked. It's another book that Chelsea likes and suggested to me after I suggested The Host to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor, Risa, and Lev are running for their lives.&lt;/i&gt; The Second Civil War was fought over reproductive rights. The chilling resolution: Life is inviolable from the moment of conception until age thirteen. Between the ages of thirteen and eighteen, however, parents can have their child "unwound," whereby all of the child's organs are transplanted into different donors, so life doesn't technically end. Connor is too difficult for his parents to control. Risa, a ward of the state is not enough to be kept alive. And Lev is a tithe, a child conceived and raised to be unwound. Together, they may have a chance to escape—and to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of these books appeal to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Kelly/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6895784511128179073?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6895784511128179073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6895784511128179073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6895784511128179073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6895784511128179073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-i-want-from-barnes-n-noble.html' title='Books I Want From Barnes &apos;n Noble'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sqva1ERJGLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/JrgOlr4XzIk/s72-c/lord+loss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7974476752763019279</id><published>2009-09-11T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T22:53:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos of Heidi and I!</title><content type='html'>Mooooore videos! I'm on a role..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsAzDA2qHno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vsAzDA2qHno&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0lQvoDHHV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c0lQvoDHHV8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7974476752763019279&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7974476752763019279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7974476752763019279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/videos-of-heidi-and-i.html' title='Videos of Heidi and I!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-8585970676385627645</id><published>2009-09-11T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:18:13.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Dance Like A Fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VsGjvZ8nnUo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VsGjvZ8nnUo&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_SkdU4QGrU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_SkdU4QGrU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-i9S1l5v5g&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8585970676385627645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8585970676385627645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-dance-like-fool_11.html' title='Sometimes I Dance Like A Fool.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3976203030333831185</id><published>2009-09-05T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:19:34.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amy's Mibba Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqLVrasLs4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ExET5KQ9hAM/s1600-h/amy%27s+layout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqLVrasLs4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ExET5KQ9hAM/s320/amy%27s+layout.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378095846909522818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy let me make her Mibba profile layout! What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3976203030333831185?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3976203030333831185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3976203030333831185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3976203030333831185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3976203030333831185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/amys-mibba-page.html' title='Amy&apos;s Mibba Page'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqLVrasLs4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/ExET5KQ9hAM/s72-c/amy%27s+layout.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-8414862744185128334</id><published>2009-09-05T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:26:02.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mibba Pages</title><content type='html'>Heidi and Lilly are kind enough to let me make their Mibba layouts. Check 'em out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqKesugzwFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3FcD8DFj580/s1600-h/lilly%27s+layout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqKesugzwFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3FcD8DFj580/s320/lilly%27s+layout.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378035396270866514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqKebP-waXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3LbjZnaYoxc/s1600-h/heidi%27s+layout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqKebP-waXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3LbjZnaYoxc/s320/heidi%27s+layout.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378035096017201522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first one is Lilly's and the second one is Heidi's. Sooooo, what do you think? Do you think Amy should let me make her a Mibba layout? *nods head* I think so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-8414862744185128334?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8414862744185128334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=8414862744185128334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8414862744185128334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8414862744185128334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-mibba-pages.html' title='More Mibba Pages'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqKesugzwFI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3FcD8DFj580/s72-c/lilly%27s+layout.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6039894473509685967</id><published>2009-09-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:00:53.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mibba Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqHhmRIxw3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NNKLVIsh--k/s1600-h/mibba+page.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqHhmRIxw3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NNKLVIsh--k/s320/mibba+page.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377827477608579954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who have a Mibba account (*cough* all of you *cough*), I think you'll be interested in this. I recently became good at handling CSS and HTML coding. So I changed my Mibba profile page layout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again. &lt;/span&gt;I really like it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha; yes, that is a skank ho Snow White picture next to the writing. Deal with it. I thought it'd be funny. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my fingers still smell like coffee thanks to Heidi's coffee and strawberries ice pops. &gt;.&gt; *grumbles unhappily*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6039894473509685967?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6039894473509685967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6039894473509685967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6039894473509685967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6039894473509685967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/09/mibba-page.html' title='Mibba Page'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SqHhmRIxw3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NNKLVIsh--k/s72-c/mibba+page.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5274508681047214032</id><published>2009-08-31T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:19:20.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya had a bad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SpySkKF01pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AYv9Ujamkfw/s1600-h/bad+day.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SpySkKF01pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AYv9Ujamkfw/s320/bad+day.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376333205055264402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by Katie. *chuckles to self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5274508681047214032?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5274508681047214032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5274508681047214032&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5274508681047214032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5274508681047214032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/ya-had-bad-day.html' title='Ya had a bad day...'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SpySkKF01pI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AYv9Ujamkfw/s72-c/bad+day.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6689079559577688986</id><published>2009-08-30T14:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:38:44.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez I'm Dorky</title><content type='html'>I just spent the last fifteen minutes dressing up Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dressupstyle.com/game/twilight-makeover/play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6689079559577688986?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6689079559577688986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6689079559577688986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6689079559577688986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6689079559577688986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeez-im-dorky.html' title='Jeez I&apos;m Dorky'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6172318353932492324</id><published>2009-08-24T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:24:53.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Change!</title><content type='html'>The change of my blog layout is the best one yet I think! I love that stick person picture. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think of the most recent change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6172318353932492324?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6172318353932492324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6172318353932492324&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6172318353932492324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6172318353932492324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-change.html' title='Another Change!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5671314292020233431</id><published>2009-08-23T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:16:18.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchy.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just feeling emotional right now, but Billy Joel's "Vienna" is one of the most beautiful songs I've heard in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5671314292020233431?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5671314292020233431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5671314292020233431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5671314292020233431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5671314292020233431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/touchy.html' title='Touchy.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-556511972283782094</id><published>2009-08-23T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:24:06.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do Teachers Make Everything So Difficult?</title><content type='html'>This little fact of teachers making everything hard has bothered me before. I mean, why don't they just get down to the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (just now, actually) I was messaging a friend and didn't know whether to use "who" or "whom" in a certain sentence. I tried to remember what my eighth grade English teacher said while we learned the difference. All I could remember though was a packet of worksheets and a long class of meaningless words that I couldn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what I did? I Googled. Google.com is the most helpful resource I have come across in all my fourteen years. Simple. Easy. Gave me the answer straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why couldn't the teacher have been as straight forward and just say "&lt;small&gt;if you can replace a word with 'he' or 'she,' then it is the subject of the sentence and you should use "who." If you can replace the word with 'him' or 'her,' it is the object and you should use 'whom.'"?&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Seriously.&lt;/small&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/3869546762042254553-556511972283782094?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/556511972283782094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=556511972283782094&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/556511972283782094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/556511972283782094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-teachers-make-everything-so.html' title='Why Do Teachers Make Everything So Difficult?'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-262357705338609563</id><published>2009-08-19T19:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:21:27.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Moon by Alyson Noel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Soyvf5mSsnI/AAAAAAAAADc/RjBnNOaODr0/s1600-h/blue+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Soyvf5mSsnI/AAAAAAAAADc/RjBnNOaODr0/s320/blue+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371861418118394482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be used to the fact that I usually only talk about books I'm reading or have finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, tonight at 8:46 I finished this book and then just now I finished reading the first chapter of the third book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shadowland. &lt;/span&gt;This book was obviously good seeing how I spent all day reading it and not moving from where I situated myself on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, because from the first book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evermore &lt;/span&gt;I could tell that it was a lot like the Twilight saga. And in the beginning of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt; it lists a dozen reviews that almost all mention it being like Twilight and that if you like Stephenie Meyer's work you'll like this series, etc. I found it very amusing and rather ironic. But I did really like the book. It certainly struck an emotional cord in me. I almost cried a bunch of times and teared up at one part. I will admit, some parts were boring and I skimmed over meaningless details to get back to the dialogue (because that's my favorite part of a book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes, if you do indeed like the Twilight books you may enjoy this series - The Immortals Series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-262357705338609563?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/262357705338609563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=262357705338609563&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/262357705338609563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/262357705338609563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-moon-by-alyson-noel.html' title='Blue Moon by Alyson Noel'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Soyvf5mSsnI/AAAAAAAAADc/RjBnNOaODr0/s72-c/blue+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6672136589134929604</id><published>2009-08-15T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:11:42.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SocIQzEL1gI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-_iHYTI2VQ/s1600-h/VOLTURI!.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370270165341296130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SocIQzEL1gI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-_iHYTI2VQ/s320/VOLTURI!.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My layout picture agrees with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-6672136589134929604?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6672136589134929604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6672136589134929604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6672136589134929604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6672136589134929604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-god.html' title='OH MY GOD!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SocIQzEL1gI/AAAAAAAAADU/2-_iHYTI2VQ/s72-c/VOLTURI!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7108143772295939964</id><published>2009-08-13T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:04:30.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame!</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how many of you realized this, but in my last layout my picture was from the "Sample Photos" from the computer. Which is kiiiinda lame. XD So, obviously, I needed to change it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^This is my new favorite photo of myself. I edited the crap out of it (I've been saying that a lot today). What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7108143772295939964?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7108143772295939964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7108143772295939964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7108143772295939964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7108143772295939964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/lame.html' title='Lame!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2067292516740418592</id><published>2009-08-13T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:16:53.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever...?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to go to bed badly but couldn't because a guy your best friend introduced you to just messaged you on Myspace asking you to enable the Myspace IM so he could talk to you then you don't want to be rude and right away say you were tired because he only gets on Myspace at night? No? Well then it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Roy, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need my sleep&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2067292516740418592?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2067292516740418592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2067292516740418592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever...?'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3412057651903606471</id><published>2009-08-13T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:42:18.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Is Good.</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I changed my whole layout look and changed my profile. And my photo. I like it. What do you think though?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3412057651903606471?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3412057651903606471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3412057651903606471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3412057651903606471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3412057651903606471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-is-good.html' title='Change Is Good.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-4237413165269059345</id><published>2009-08-11T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:59:01.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games Are Fun, Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohmishka.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-pictures-game.html"&gt;http://ohmishka.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-pictures-game.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-- This person made up this game and Heidi played it so I guess now I'm going to do the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules were to just pick two random objects in the same room as you and take a photo of them and then upload them on your blog. Here are my objects:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368904930179989682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SoIulpw4wLI/AAAAAAAAACI/YVB_JlxgDx8/s320/random+kelly+stuff+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a drawing I am currently making small changes here and there to; I'm almost done. It's of the Cullen family plus Jacob Black. (Sorry; no Renesmee. I didn't have room.) I bet you can guess who is who in the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second object:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368905731288429698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SoIvUSIBdII/AAAAAAAAACQ/awrAXN9gI4o/s320/random+kelly+stuff+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The book I bought yesterday. &lt;em&gt;Wicked Lovely &lt;/em&gt;by Melissa Marr. I'm only on chapter three, but I like it so far. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's about it. So, will you play the game? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-4237413165269059345?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4237413165269059345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=4237413165269059345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4237413165269059345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4237413165269059345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/games-are-fun-right.html' title='Games Are Fun, Right?'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SoIulpw4wLI/AAAAAAAAACI/YVB_JlxgDx8/s72-c/random+kelly+stuff+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-1489219581569202754</id><published>2009-08-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:43:05.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wicked...It's Lovely...It's Wicked Lovely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SoDmSkp9y-I/AAAAAAAAACA/qs2PlGnMo-8/s1600-h/wicked+lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368543962577357794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SoDmSkp9y-I/AAAAAAAAACA/qs2PlGnMo-8/s320/wicked+lovely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just bought another book tonight at Walmart as I stumbled upon my old gift card from my 13th birthday. I have many gift cards actually. So I brought two along thinking since they both have ten dollars on them, I'd get two books. While at Walmart I picked out &lt;em&gt;Wicked Lovely&lt;/em&gt; by Melissa Marr (the first book in a series of three) and &lt;em&gt;Revelations&lt;/em&gt; by Melissa de la Cruz (the third book in the Blood Bloods series). Yes, I am also finding it wonderfully ironic that their names both start with a "m" and end with an "a." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then it turns out that one of the gift cards I brought along only has one dollar on it (I brought the wrong gift card) so I only got to buy one book. I decided on &lt;em&gt;Wicked Lovely&lt;/em&gt; because I'm still not done with the second book in the Blue Bloods series &lt;em&gt;Masquerade&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's what the back says:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"RULE #3: Don't stare at invisible faeries. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RULE #2: Don't speak to invisible faeries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RULE #1: Don't ever attract their attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aislinn has always seen faeries. Powerful and dangerous, they walk hidden in the mortal world. When the rules that have kept Aislinn safe from them stop working, everything is suddenly on the line: her freedom; her best friend, Seth; her life; &lt;em&gt;everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Faery intrigue, mortal love, and the clash of ancient rules and modern expectations swirl together in Melissa Marr's stunning twenty-first century faery tale."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've read a bit of the beginning when I borrowed the book from a friend, but I gave it back before I finished it. (I have an issue reading books I borrow from people; I end up not reading the book at all because I feel pressured.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do these kind of books interest you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-1489219581569202754?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/1489219581569202754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=1489219581569202754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1489219581569202754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/1489219581569202754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-wickedits-lovelyits-wicked-lovely.html' title='It&apos;s Wicked...It&apos;s Lovely...It&apos;s Wicked Lovely!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SoDmSkp9y-I/AAAAAAAAACA/qs2PlGnMo-8/s72-c/wicked+lovely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-71046557327351429</id><published>2009-08-01T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:44:10.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want Something To Read?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SnSk4nyEuWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M_oTxjJF6pI/s1600-h/blue+bloods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365094348763740514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SnSk4nyEuWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M_oTxjJF6pI/s320/blue+bloods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So guess what book I've recently taken a liking to? You've guess right; &lt;em&gt;Blue Bloods&lt;/em&gt; by Melissa de la Cruz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a funny story, really. I've gotten this book quite a few months ago. I don't even rememeber why I bought it (just like I don't know why I bought &lt;em&gt;Kissed By An Angel&lt;/em&gt;), but I did. It's a vampire novel so I guess that explains it. Anyway, I've just had it sitting around for the longest time. This girl in a few of my classes named Melissa (ironic, eh?) would laugh at the fact that I haven't picked it up again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our conversations usually went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She'd say, "So have you ever finished &lt;em&gt;Blue Bloods &lt;/em&gt;yet?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nope," I would answer, popping the &lt;em&gt;p. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teasingly chiding smile. "It's actually a really good book."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I shrugged. "It's boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it doesn't get interesting until twenty pages in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction, Melissa. &lt;em&gt;Blue Bloods &lt;/em&gt;doesn't get interesting until &lt;em&gt;sixty &lt;/em&gt;pages in. How would I know that? Because the last couple days I've been reading the darn book. I got the sequel &lt;em&gt;Masquerade &lt;/em&gt;for my birthday and so I decided that I should probably read the first book. I actually like it though. It's not the best, and I don't exactly suggest reading it (since we all know what happened last time I tried suggesting a book to read). =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-71046557327351429?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/71046557327351429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=71046557327351429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/71046557327351429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/71046557327351429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/want-something-to-read.html' title='Want Something To Read?'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SnSk4nyEuWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M_oTxjJF6pI/s72-c/blue+bloods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-461557356202648715</id><published>2009-08-01T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:03:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gaia Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SnSfcUl1NLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2qHn1Wxkivk/s1600-h/my+new+gaia.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365088365017642162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SnSfcUl1NLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2qHn1Wxkivk/s320/my+new+gaia.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3869546762042254553-461557356202648715?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/461557356202648715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=461557356202648715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/461557356202648715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/461557356202648715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-gaia-change.html' title='Another Gaia Update'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SnSfcUl1NLI/AAAAAAAAABw/2qHn1Wxkivk/s72-c/my+new+gaia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7899974765227262940</id><published>2009-07-23T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:53:53.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Depp is the Mad Hatter!!!</title><content type='html'>Anyone else excited for the Alice In Wonderland movie???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the trailer. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kalebnation.com/blog/2009/07/22/tim-burtons-alice-in-wonderland-trailer/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7899974765227262940?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7899974765227262940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7899974765227262940&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7899974765227262940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7899974765227262940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/07/johnny-depp-is-mad-hatter.html' title='Johnny Depp is the Mad Hatter!!!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5514675357556616781</id><published>2009-07-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T13:52:52.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fillip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Still Breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Katy Perry) &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Regina Spektor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fidelity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Regina Spektor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razorblade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(by Blue October)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clumsy Card House&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Blue October)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;OU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time Is Running Out&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Muse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Hans Zimmer)&lt;/span&gt; Haha! Wow. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wasn't Prepared&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Eisley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Make Me Smile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Blue October) &lt;/span&gt;Awww, so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruises&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Chairlift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Bird And The Worm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by The Used) &lt;/span&gt;Creepy...but makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momentum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by The Hush Sound) &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Linkin Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Untouchables' Death Theme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Yo Yo Ma) &lt;/span&gt;HAHA! What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Yiruma)&lt;/span&gt; Aww! Very appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pumpkin Soup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Kate Nash) &lt;/span&gt;It'd be funnier if it was "I'm Still Breathing." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous Last Words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by My Chemical Romance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balance Beam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Blue October)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Killer Queen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Queen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone's A Little Bit Racist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Avenue Q) &lt;/span&gt;Bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Jason Mraz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desolation Row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (by My Chemical Romance) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Michael Buble)&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! Oh yes, very sad. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Nirvana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disturbia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Rihanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chameleon Boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Blue October)&lt;/span&gt; Ew. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I Grow Up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Pussycat Dolls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cemetery Drive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by My Chemical Romance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fillip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(by Muse)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5514675357556616781?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5514675357556616781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5514675357556616781&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5514675357556616781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5514675357556616781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/07/fillip.html' title='Fillip'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-8151246737986943187</id><published>2009-07-13T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:09:59.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Gaia Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SltqVzShnNI/AAAAAAAAABo/Wv5SBPqQS8g/s1600-h/My+Gaia+new.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SltqVzShnNI/AAAAAAAAABo/Wv5SBPqQS8g/s320/My+Gaia+new.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357993104465042642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-8151246737986943187?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/8151246737986943187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=8151246737986943187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8151246737986943187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/8151246737986943187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-gaia-update.html' title='Another Gaia Update'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SltqVzShnNI/AAAAAAAAABo/Wv5SBPqQS8g/s72-c/My+Gaia+new.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7634688921771164933</id><published>2009-07-07T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:09:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SlPHbkr-ZvI/AAAAAAAAABg/_Sl6AOWvaX0/s1600-h/I+WON!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355843658392168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SlPHbkr-ZvI/AAAAAAAAABg/_Sl6AOWvaX0/s320/I+WON!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7634688921771164933?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7634688921771164933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7634688921771164933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7634688921771164933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7634688921771164933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-happy.html' title='I&apos;m so happy!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SlPHbkr-ZvI/AAAAAAAAABg/_Sl6AOWvaX0/s72-c/I+WON!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7444903190086050195</id><published>2009-06-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:25:10.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iPods are magical! =D</title><content type='html'>I'm going crazy right now. I'm listening to Heidi's ipod at the moment (sorry, Heidi; I couldn't resist) and I just can't get over what a magical devise it is. All I have to do is move my thumb in a circular motion to control the volume and what song I listen to. Aha! I'm doing it right now! Loud...quiet...really quiet...loud...too loud...quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love technology. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7444903190086050195?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7444903190086050195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7444903190086050195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7444903190086050195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7444903190086050195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/ipods-are-magical-d.html' title='iPods are magical! =D'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5672957911303342550</id><published>2009-06-23T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:58:47.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff...</title><content type='html'>If you can't wait for the New Moon movie, go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/.a/6a00d8341bf6c153ef011571495f24970b-pi"&gt;http://popwatch.ew.com/.a/6a00d8341bf6c153ef011571495f24970b-pi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you like the show Avatar: The Last Airbender and happen to know for a fact after your sister has told you they're making a movie out of it, then go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvLUrF3ItGQ&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ehisgoldeneyes%2Ecom%2F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvLUrF3ItGQ&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ehisgoldeneyes%2Ecom%2F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5672957911303342550?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5672957911303342550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5672957911303342550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5672957911303342550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5672957911303342550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/some-stuff.html' title='Some stuff...'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7052174666572429623</id><published>2009-06-21T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:49:20.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Join My Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mibba.com/forums/topic/125596/"&gt;http://www.mibba.com/forums/topic/125596/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a Mibba account (and I know for a fact that everyone following me does have one) then you should enter my contest. It's called "Emotions of an Artist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the link and it explains everything there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7052174666572429623?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7052174666572429623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7052174666572429623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7052174666572429623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7052174666572429623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/join-my-contest.html' title='Join My Contest!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-3849630193284089380</id><published>2009-06-21T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:59:53.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gaia: Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sj6RMeeV_NI/AAAAAAAAABY/R5AXVdWtfaA/s1600-h/my+gaia+again.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sj6RMeeV_NI/AAAAAAAAABY/R5AXVdWtfaA/s320/my+gaia+again.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349873050887519442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-3849630193284089380?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/3849630193284089380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=3849630193284089380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3849630193284089380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/3849630193284089380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-gaia-updated.html' title='My Gaia: Updated'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/Sj6RMeeV_NI/AAAAAAAAABY/R5AXVdWtfaA/s72-c/my+gaia+again.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-989001793972501995</id><published>2009-06-20T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:15:02.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cut My Long Nails</title><content type='html'>It's actually really easy now to type with shorter finger nails. It makes me enjoy typing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it was just my laziness that made me not feel like typing in my whole login thingy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-989001793972501995?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/989001793972501995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=989001793972501995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/989001793972501995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/989001793972501995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cut-my-long-nails.html' title='I Cut My Long Nails'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-4172281323388406640</id><published>2009-06-17T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T21:54:32.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gaia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SjnIekTNjnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rCXB05TyIko/s1600-h/my+gaia.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SjnIekTNjnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rCXB05TyIko/s320/my+gaia.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348526459945062002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-4172281323388406640?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/4172281323388406640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=4172281323388406640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4172281323388406640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/4172281323388406640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-gaia.html' title='My Gaia'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SjnIekTNjnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rCXB05TyIko/s72-c/my+gaia.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-6834890992448451756</id><published>2009-06-13T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:09:26.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hence the drowning part.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SjRbeVVhwlI/AAAAAAAAABI/r_ecpf9Aano/s1600-h/I__m_Drowning_For_You_by_ObsessiveTwilighter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346999234277261906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SjRbeVVhwlI/AAAAAAAAABI/r_ecpf9Aano/s320/I__m_Drowning_For_You_by_ObsessiveTwilighter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is where my blog title came from.&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/3869546762042254553-6834890992448451756?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/6834890992448451756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=6834890992448451756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6834890992448451756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/6834890992448451756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/hence-drowning-part.html' title='Hence the drowning part.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SjRbeVVhwlI/AAAAAAAAABI/r_ecpf9Aano/s72-c/I__m_Drowning_For_You_by_ObsessiveTwilighter1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2589726362958302918</id><published>2009-06-12T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:11:23.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the meantime...</title><content type='html'>...I'll be writing. My hands are too crippled for drawing at the moment so I'll put them to use at the keyboard where I shall continue the stories I'll only be able to attempt at finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO, if you're curious to see what I write about, then I'll post several links to stories of mine you might find amusement/entertainment in. Hence the word &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;might. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Love Like Cyanide&lt;/span&gt; -- http://www.mibba.com/story/_83274/_135665/&lt;br /&gt;[This story is quite popular on Mibba. It has gotten a seven out of ten star rating so far. I don't really know what appeals to people about this storyline I have going on...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I'll Show You My World&lt;/span&gt; -- http://www.mibba.com/story/_83274/_145706/&lt;br /&gt;[A silly little romantic story about a tattoo artist and a street performer. Funny; I got the idea for this story when I remembered that one guy in Madison who played his guitar on his head.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Beneath the Soul&lt;/span&gt; -- http://www.mibba.com/story/_83274/_146655/&lt;br /&gt;[This one is about demons and how they're developed from the impure thoughts of humans. For the moment, I've stopped working on this one. But maybe I'll start it up again in time.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Checkmate&lt;/span&gt; -- http://www.mibba.com/story/_83274/_115482/&lt;br /&gt;[Good luck figuring this one out. I started this story last summer and over time the plot has just become more and more confusing and plotless....just like Sunrise Sunset...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Okay, so apparently you can't read these stories unless you have an account on the website...Hmm. So I suggest either you can take the time to make an account or I can just give you my username and password. What do ya say, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2589726362958302918?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2589726362958302918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=2589726362958302918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2589726362958302918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2589726362958302918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-meantime.html' title='In the meantime...'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2701570438172352000</id><published>2009-06-11T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:16:54.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Colored pencils!</title><content type='html'>I went to Walmart and got a 36 pack of colored pencils today. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2701570438172352000?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2701570438172352000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=2701570438172352000&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2701570438172352000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2701570438172352000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-colored-pencils.html' title='Yay! Colored pencils!'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-5317552749425864464</id><published>2009-06-07T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:37:14.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment Name Thingy</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm pretty sure you've noticed, but whenever I commented I was "CloudsWhomCry." Well, now I'm Kelly Renee. Which I prefer. I finally found out how to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just random but I just wanted to explain the change. *shrugs* It bothered me how it didn't show my name like you guys and I couldn't figure out why. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...back to whatever I was doing before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-5317552749425864464?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/5317552749425864464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=5317552749425864464&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5317552749425864464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/5317552749425864464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/comment-name-thingy.html' title='Comment Name Thingy'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-2882092054376270293</id><published>2009-06-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T13:08:08.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm295/EmilyChristine_123/Books/TheDevouring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm295/EmilyChristine_123/Books/TheDevouring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd just like to mention that I have officially finished &lt;em&gt;The Devouring.&lt;/em&gt; I&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;finished the book at 2:21pm and finished reading the sneak peek of the next book in the series &lt;em&gt;Soulstice&lt;/em&gt; at 2:59pm&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING book, you guys. Seriously. I was at the edge of my seat the whole time and couldn't put it down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what am I going to read? =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-2882092054376270293?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/2882092054376270293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=2882092054376270293&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2882092054376270293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/2882092054376270293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/finished.html' title='Finished'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i299.photobucket.com/albums/mm295/EmilyChristine_123/Books/th_TheDevouring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7483706353543274676</id><published>2009-06-05T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:53:36.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Devouring</title><content type='html'>If you plan on reading Simon Holt's &lt;em&gt;The Devouring,&lt;/em&gt; then I suggest you stop reading right now...there way be slight spoilers (maybe; I think)... Anyway, Wednesday I went to Mayfair Mall and went to Barnes 'n Noble. I asked if they had &lt;em&gt;T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;he Devouring &lt;/em&gt;(a book I don't know where I've heard of, but remember looking it up on &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;www.barnesandnoble.com&lt;/a&gt; and wanting to get it). Luckily, they had just gotten it on paperback. And so I got it and was delighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SivvjdrI3xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9yNV_30w58k/s1600-h/kelly%27s+photos+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SivvjdrI3xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9yNV_30w58k/s320/kelly%27s+photos+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344628775345250066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three days later I'm completely sucked into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SivwKUIkmkI/AAAAAAAAABA/8RFFcepf9O0/s1600-h/kelly%27s+photos+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SivwKUIkmkI/AAAAAAAAABA/8RFFcepf9O0/s320/kelly%27s+photos+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344629442799245890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it to be so good really. I mean, it sounded good, but I was still a bit doubtful and thought it was going to be slow. Exact opposite actually. You can ask anyone who has seen me reading this book. They know that I've been reacting vocally to this piece of literature. Mostly I've been gasping and saying the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the --?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this "super special awesome" book about, you ask? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;synopsis&lt;/span&gt; right here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Reggie finds an old journal and reads about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vours&lt;/span&gt;, supernatural creatures who feast on fear and attack on the eve of the winter solstice, she assumes they are just the musings of some lunatic author. But soon, they become a terrifying reality when she begins to suspect that her timid younger brother might be one of their victims.Risking her life and her sanity, Reggie enters a living nightmare to save the people she loves. Can she devour own her fears before they devour her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I suggest you get this book and read it. You'll enjoy it. It's a horror and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suspense&lt;/span&gt;. I love it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7483706353543274676?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7483706353543274676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7483706353543274676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7483706353543274676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7483706353543274676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/devouring.html' title='The Devouring'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/SivvjdrI3xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9yNV_30w58k/s72-c/kelly%27s+photos+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-7759912834020009292</id><published>2009-06-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:25:58.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Oh, my bad, I thought it was THE END of the year.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Me again. Didn't expect an update this quick, eh? Well what can I say? I'm magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just right the next chapter in my eventful story Love Like Cyanide. It's pretty cool. I left a huge cliff hanger at the end of the last chapter and I got a bunch of people freaking out and commenting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; Fun, fun. And I'm hungry now. So once I'm done with this entry, I'm going to finish writing that chapter, and then I'm going to eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inedible&lt;/span&gt; pizza. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weeee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after that I have to do an ass-crack load of homework. Since I wasn't at school yesterday I missed stuff. I need to finish the rest of my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;capsule&lt;/span&gt;" thingy or whatever for English and then I have to do this project for social studies on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hurricane&lt;/span&gt; Katrina. Bah. I can't believe I have so much to do when there's only a couple days of school left! I feel like it's not even the end of the year. This is annoying. But whatever, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really grinds my gears backwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-7759912834020009292?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/7759912834020009292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=7759912834020009292&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7759912834020009292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/7759912834020009292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-bad-i-thought-it-was-end-of-year.html' title='Oh, my bad, I thought it was THE END of the year.'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3869546762042254553.post-9144758341887669248</id><published>2009-06-03T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:37:24.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Log</title><content type='html'>Yo, new blogger here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just like to mention the fact that you shouldn't count on me to update my blog post a lot. I'm horribly lazy and have other stuff to do like writing and reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please try to enjoy each and every one of my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3869546762042254553-9144758341887669248?l=ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/feeds/9144758341887669248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3869546762042254553&amp;postID=9144758341887669248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/9144758341887669248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3869546762042254553/posts/default/9144758341887669248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ceruleanblossoms.blogspot.com/2009/06/b-log.html' title='B-Log'/><author><name>Kelly Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02696472386420821460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZlFOAkbiDFI/TFnYdy3_O_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/6DmA5O-CV7k/S220/317.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
