<?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-863262009684453714</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:06:06.514-05:00</updated><category term='philly'/><category term='tron'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='a-hole'/><category term='indie boy'/><category term='shiz'/><category term='shenanigans'/><category term='sign'/><category term='mass'/><category term='stalking'/><category term='gmail'/><category term='runner dreamboat'/><category term='ed westwick'/><title type='text'>you make me wanna dance</title><subtitle type='html'>...cheeky musings of a 20 something</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-9172644232220400651</id><published>2008-12-17T15:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:26:19.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost World</title><content type='html'>I am a huge movie freak and I am a tad nervous that this blog might take a turn to being all of my favorite movie clips. I shall prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Ghost World last night. Thora Birch has my inner monologue DOWN from my high school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SaKPWelHSTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SaKPWelHSTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think this is? Club Med?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-9172644232220400651?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/9172644232220400651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=9172644232220400651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/9172644232220400651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/9172644232220400651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghost-world.html' title='Ghost World'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-5984129259741294608</id><published>2008-12-16T14:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:54:54.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it is snowing.</title><content type='html'>It is December. Finals are over. I am away from my crazy roommate. Nobody is home. And I am watching the snow fall.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching sappy romantic movie clips all day on youtube. And the one that will never get old is Love Actually. That movie gives me such a ooey, gooey feeling that I normally would repress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Is9xHR11E3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=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/Is9xHR11E3A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/863262009684453714-5984129259741294608?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/5984129259741294608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=5984129259741294608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/5984129259741294608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/5984129259741294608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-it-is-snowing.html' title='Because it is snowing.'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-7902465528573876624</id><published>2008-12-03T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:30:20.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future of America.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/STbd8PJw1bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eDhrfUeU2nQ/s1600-h/girlinuggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/STbd8PJw1bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eDhrfUeU2nQ/s320/girlinuggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275648040440485298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have been holed up in the library all day/stimulating my senses to early heart disease whilst studying for finals I decided to take a little break. Upon walking outside I saw the one thing that I hate about this campus: the abundance of ugg boots. Yeah, yeah I understand, they are warm, comfy, durable blah blah blahdidly blah.&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;It irritates me to no end when I see a girl wearing a mini skirt and ugg boots without any stockings, tights, etc. Not only that, but she is bundled up to no end everywhere else...winter jacket, ear muffs, gloves. But her legs are still bare!!!&lt;br /&gt;w.t.f.&lt;br /&gt;So to all you Ugg-wearing aficionados,&lt;br /&gt;It is winter. It is 30-40 degrees outside. As my father would say, it is not fashionable to be cold. Or unintelligent looking.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your fellow collegiate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-7902465528573876624?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/7902465528573876624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=7902465528573876624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/7902465528573876624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/7902465528573876624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/12/while-i-have-been-holed-up-in-library.html' title='The Future of America.'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/STbd8PJw1bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eDhrfUeU2nQ/s72-c/girlinuggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-2256074091693261409</id><published>2008-11-30T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:57:46.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a-hole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gmail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ed westwick'/><title type='text'>get to know bee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What TV game show or reality show would you like to be on?&lt;/span&gt; Gossip Girl, I am pretty sure I could get Ed Westwick to fall in love with me.  I would even go for Chase Crawford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the first movie you bought in VHS and DVD?&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea. I hardly ever buy movies. I LOVE them (heck, it's part of my major) but I would rather rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite scent?&lt;/span&gt; Banana Republic's Classic. It's definitely a unisex perfume but I have worn it since middle school.  Probably time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you had one million dollars to spend only on yourself , what would you spend it on?&lt;/span&gt; A new macbook and a pad in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the one place you've visited, can't forget, and want to go back to?&lt;/span&gt; Back in high school I went on a cruise and subsequently met the love of my life at the time. He was cute in an indie kind of way and artsy and we hit it off so well.  I just wish I could go back in time.  Sad to say but it is true you never forget your first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you trust easily?&lt;/span&gt; I think I do until people around me deter that. Or until I find my clothes on my roommates floor, sloppy biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you generally think before you act, or act before you think?&lt;/span&gt; Definitely act before I think.  I am an ADD freak.  I am a big say-things-before-i-think girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days? &lt;/span&gt;Guy issues. Typical. The male race is annoying. As soon as I'm happy with someone and the world knows it all of my ex-boyfriends start talking to me again. Whyy ohh whyy. Oh, and my roommate is a irresponsible a-hole and I can't wait till June when I move! Wee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a good body image? &lt;/span&gt;Absolutely not. I know I should but I just don't have body confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite fruit?&lt;/span&gt; Hrmm...strawberry daiquiris? tequila sunrise? do those count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which Web sites do you visit daily?&lt;/span&gt; Lots of blogs, gmail, facebook, and recently juicy campus (but don't tell anyone about that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have you been seriously addicted to lately? &lt;/span&gt;Running. I am doing a half-marathon in March. I have never been a runner but then I started, and wow, it's addicting. Gotta love that natural high. I also can't get enough of blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the last song that got stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt; Jackson 5- The Love You Save. It's soo catchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your favorite thing to wear?&lt;/span&gt; Skinny jeans, chucks, oversized sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you think Rice Krispies treats are yummy? &lt;/span&gt;They are kind of bland, I like my sweets with lots of chocolate involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you do if you saw $100 lying on the ground?&lt;/span&gt; I'd take that shiz and stick it in my pocket and probably blow it that day on a new dressie and alchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What items couldn't you go without during the day?&lt;/span&gt; eye drops or chap stick or CAFFEINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say...and you think...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In love&lt;/span&gt;: ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be my guest&lt;/span&gt;: put our service to the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Number one&lt;/span&gt;: TI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swallowed whole&lt;/span&gt;: goldfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 percent&lt;/span&gt;: of my xmas budget is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made in&lt;/span&gt;: China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supplement&lt;/span&gt;: iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right for&lt;/span&gt;: you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Endless&lt;/span&gt;: finals week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ceramic&lt;/span&gt;: CHI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably as boring as Sunday mass.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-2256074091693261409?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/2256074091693261409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=2256074091693261409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2256074091693261409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2256074091693261409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-to-know-bee.html' title='get to know bee!'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-8609881619335636009</id><published>2008-11-30T01:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:14:14.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie boy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so it's late but my mind is jumbled and I can never fall asleep like that.&lt;br /&gt;i had this boyfriend during the summer, we'll call him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;philly.&lt;/span&gt;  philly and i's relationship was kind of weird.  He was a year younger than i was but throughout high school i had a massive crush on him so when he expressed interest in me i was sold.  we went to a music festival together during the summer and shortly after that started hanging out a lot.  we mostly were together around other people, but occasionally by ourselves, we didn't get much alone time.  it was a short-lived relationship; he goes to school way far south and i am in virginia.  we would have gone longer not seeing each other than the time we had spent together, so we ended it.  well during this thanksgiving break philly and my cousin had a heart-to-heart about me.&lt;br /&gt;from what i gather it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;philly: so i miss bee.&lt;br /&gt;tronny: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;philly: i know she is seeing someone else, and i would have a problem with this if it weren't for it being indie boy [ex-boyfriend]&lt;br /&gt;tronny: yeah, that is kind of weird&lt;br /&gt;philly: i know that he was kind of mean to her in the past and it bugs me because i don't think he is good enough for her; i mean, i was proud to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;tronny: (surprised at where this conversation has gone)&lt;br /&gt;philly: after dating bee, i compare every girl to her. i can't find anyone better than her. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't see that one coming. indie boy and i are another story to get into some other day. but philly, wow. i got that pang of "what if i had stayed with him" feeling. not good.&lt;br /&gt;THEN tonight i was waiting freakin all night for indie boy to call me. finally at 12:45 am my phone starts ranging and oh it's philly. k great. is that a sign? should i be paying attention to this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever, screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-8609881619335636009?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/8609881619335636009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=8609881619335636009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/8609881619335636009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/8609881619335636009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-its-late-but-my-mind-is-jumbled-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-2590969242182008054</id><published>2008-11-28T17:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:54:14.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>are you there god?</title><content type='html'>because i need help with this blog and making it cute/interesting/fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you have just happened to stumble over my way, leave me a comment or something to enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mucho gracias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-2590969242182008054?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/2590969242182008054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=2590969242182008054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2590969242182008054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2590969242182008054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-there-god.html' title='are you there god?'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-4195535202843251946</id><published>2008-11-28T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:26:02.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='runner dreamboat'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met the love of my life today.  We shall call him&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; runner dreamboat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the boy that my mother has wanted me to meet for the past..oh..forever.  Her and our neighbor have been scheming ways to join our families and, lucky me, I was to be the way.  While I usually mind this kind of shenanigans, runner dreamboat is freakin hot.  REALLY hot. I was around him for all over 20 minutes and I am already pining away for him. And probably will never see him again as he is currently in Oklahoma for grad school and then off to fulfill ROTC things. Thus, I will be resorted to facebook stalking. Glorious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-4195535202843251946?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/4195535202843251946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=4195535202843251946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/4195535202843251946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/4195535202843251946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/met-love-of-my-life-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-6129053877153127000</id><published>2008-11-27T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:51:32.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i couldn't resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://songsaboutbuildingsandfood.wordpress.com/2008/05/07/best-hills-parody-ever/"&gt;LIKE, OH MY GAH LC.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-6129053877153127000?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/6129053877153127000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=6129053877153127000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/6129053877153127000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/6129053877153127000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-couldnt-resist.html' title='i couldn&apos;t resist'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-2174739031359246925</id><published>2008-11-27T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:48:46.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHHHHHHH, but happy thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS6_efsLRCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/41PtpAGkZgE/s1600-h/headache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS6_efsLRCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/41PtpAGkZgE/s200/headache.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273362744321197090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel right now as I wake up. However, she is looking way too serene and relaxed. NO. I feel like my head was hit by a million bricks whilst sleeping. I'm glad I still get to experience a hang-over headache despite the actually going out and drinking part. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...Happy Thanksgiving everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today reminds me of a little story my mother told me the other night.  She is a kindergarten aid for a bunch of ADHD country bumpkins.  In kindergartenland they still love to teach the story of the Indians and the Pilgrims first Thanksgiving (aka the indians VS the pilgrims). For this joyous celebration all the kindergarteners/teachers received a hat to designate them as a pilgrim or indian. Well, thank god for that, as I now have a sweet constume for today. I will be a pilgrim, NICENICENICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, has anyone ever been set up by their mothers...50 million times? I mean, jeesus, i am only 20. Nevermind the fact that I have a boyfriend. I'll let you know how that one goes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoooo I am sorry if these posts are megaboring right now but I must reiterate i am a first-timer here. Then again, nobody will ever read these..so...YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat lots and lots and lots and, remember, don't you dare get off the couch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7BSf29uBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aVoQJs8Sir0/s1600-h/1stthanskgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7BSf29uBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/aVoQJs8Sir0/s200/1stthanskgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273364737231271954" 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/863262009684453714-2174739031359246925?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/2174739031359246925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=2174739031359246925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2174739031359246925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2174739031359246925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/arghhhhhhh.html' title='ARGHHHHHHH, but happy thanksgiving.'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS6_efsLRCI/AAAAAAAAAAk/41PtpAGkZgE/s72-c/headache.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-863262009684453714.post-2652838952186634193</id><published>2008-11-26T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:14:15.371-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiz'/><title type='text'>my first post...ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes, it is true. Can you feel the excitement in the air as much as I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I feel like this blog is going to be lame as shiz.  A true test of character awaits me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, this sort of kind of like a trial run into the blogosphere or whatever they are calling it nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;lovie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/863262009684453714-2652838952186634193?l=youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/feeds/2652838952186634193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=863262009684453714&amp;postID=2652838952186634193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2652838952186634193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/863262009684453714/posts/default/2652838952186634193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmakemewannadancee.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-first-postever.html' title='my first post...ever.'/><author><name>the bee's knees</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09556690622261503984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_liJk3pYFnz0/SS7qdQBAAyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/8hQPuWKu190/S220/Nightclub+Dancer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
