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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 20 Jan 2012 01:46:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Hmmm...Interesting *nods head*</title><description /><link>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/oFzk" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ofzk" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-8769715425212233</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T11:48:42.620-05:00</atom:updated><title>John Green and David Levithan writing together! SWEET!!!!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Green is currently collaborating with fellow young adult writer and friend &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Levithan" title="David Levithan"&gt;David Levithan&lt;/a&gt; on a book entitled &lt;i&gt;Will Grayson, Will Grayson,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-10" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Green_(author)#cite_note-10" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;11&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; which is slated to come out in April of 2010.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-11" class="reference" style="line-height: 1em; font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Green_(author)#cite_note-11" style="white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;12&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Ok, so I took this from John Green's Wikipedia page, and if it's not true I'm gonna flip out.  Like seriously, I'm soooo  excited.  It's my birth month, maybe I can get it as a gift, I am planning on asking for something, so why not that, I'm such a gigantic nerd, for being so excited...right?  IDK, we'll see. I've been trying to read everything Levithan has written, and I've already read everything John Green has done! They are two of my absolute favorites! OK, I followed the link to the article, and It's one I skimmed the other day from goodreads.com, So it must be true.  David Levithan said it himself! YES! I've gotta stop freaking out now, I'm worrying myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh, and The New Sookie Stackhouse book comes out on my birthday.  I want! &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/33867191-8769715425212233?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/F-IwupBXKy4/john-green-and-david-levithan-writing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/02/john-green-and-david-levithan-writing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-5374370125986890265</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T22:13:02.046-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>I just compared our binary system of gender with the electoral college. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-5374370125986890265?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/RntD7oZsJis/i-just-compared-our-binary-system-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-compared-our-binary-system-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-6295514145656811727</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 19:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-11T15:08:33.438-05:00</atom:updated><title>Parts of a poem by Adrienne Rich</title><description>&lt;div&gt;I really like this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one ever told us we had to study our lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;make of our lives a study, as if learning natural history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music, that we should begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the simple exercises first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and slowly go on trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the hard ones, practicing till strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and accuracy became one with the daring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to leap into transcendence, take the chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of breaking down the wild arpeggio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or faulting the full sentence of the fugue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in fact we can’t live like that: we take on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything at once before we’ve even begun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to read or mark time, we’re forced to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the midst of the hard movement,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one already sounding as we are born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything else seems beyond us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we aren’t ready for it, nothing that was said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is true for us, caught naked in the argument,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the counterpoint, trying to sightread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what our fingers can’t keep up with, learn by heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what we can’t even read. And yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is this we were born to. We aren’t virtuosi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or child prdigies, there are no prodigies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in this realm, only a half-blind, stubborn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cleaving to the timbre, the tones of what we are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even when all the texts describe it differently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we’re not performers, like Liszt, competing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;against the world for speed and brilliance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the 79-year-old pianist said, when I asked her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes a virtuoso?—Competitiveness.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The longer I live the more I mistrust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theatricality, the false glamour cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by performance, the more I know its poverty beside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truths we are salvaging from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the splitting-open of our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman who sits watching, listening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eyes moving in the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is reheasing in her body, hearing-out in her blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a score touched off in her perhaps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by some words, a few chords, from the stage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tale only she can tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there come times—perhaps this is one of them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we have to take ourselves more seriously or die;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we when have to pull back from the incantations,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rhythms we’ve moved to thoughtlessly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and disenthrall ourselves, bestow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ourselves to silence, or a severer listening, cleansed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of oratory, formulas, choruses, laments, static&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;crowning the wires. We cut the wires,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;find ourselves in free-fall, as if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our true home were the undimensional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solitudes, the rift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the Great Nebula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one who survives to speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new language, has avoided this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cutting-away of an old force that held her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rooted to an old ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the pitch of utter loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where she herself and all creation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seem equally dispersed, weightless, her being a cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to which no echo comes or can ever come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in fact we were always like this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rootless, dismembered: knowing it makes the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birth stripped our birthright from us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tore us from a woman, from women, from ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so early on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the whole chorus throbbing at our ears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like midges, told us nothing, nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of origins, nothing we needed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to know, nothing that could re-member us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-6295514145656811727?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/U0Wz9cbDQ0s/parts-of-poem-by-adrienne-rich.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/02/parts-of-poem-by-adrienne-rich.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-6021725184677809416</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 21:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T16:51:28.530-05:00</atom:updated><title>When will I realize I'm a grown up...</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Haha, I&amp;#39;m still in the middle of this process...I think it might be this year that fully teaches me that though...Being completely alone in a different city, and not doing college.  That&amp;#39;s weird.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:19558"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/19558"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=19558" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-6021725184677809416?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/L_0_l_sqwK4/when-will-i-realize-i-grown-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-will-i-realize-i-grown-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-3351349129906955581</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T16:46:59.483-05:00</atom:updated><title>A short story with no 'L'</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Once upon a time there was a young person by the name of ken.  Ken was a happy kid, and never gave his parents any grief.  One day though this came to an end.  The day ken decided to get his tongue pierced.  His parents didn&amp;#39;t approve so he moved away to a big city where everyone&amp;#39;s tongue was pierced.  The End! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:19557"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/19557"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=19557" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-3351349129906955581?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/_BM7l_BpTq8/short-story-with-no.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-story-with-no.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-6971099066914447594</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T09:59:35.993-05:00</atom:updated><title>Love Drive</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hey Guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;We are just a few days away from Valentine’s Day, and I’m so thankful to those of you who have already shown me some love this week!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you who haven’t had a chance to give yet, it’s not too late to make a love offering to my Mission Year.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Click here to show your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.missionyear.org/love/nicoleware" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(25, 107, 123); "&gt;https://www.missionyear.org/&lt;wbr&gt;love/nicoleware&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Remember, if you give $50 or more toward my support, you get a special edition t-shirt! &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Thanks so much for your support. I couldn’t do this without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-6971099066914447594?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/goOsDkY6_tQ/love-drive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-drive.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-1557157120162929512</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 22:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T17:31:58.905-05:00</atom:updated><title>I like watching bobsledding</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  Umm because of that movie cool runnings!  I didn&amp;#39;t watch it this year, but it was my favorite thing to watch in years past&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:19543"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/19543"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=19543" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-1557157120162929512?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/UHLlpVy9in4/i-like-watching-bobsledding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-watching-bobsledding.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-5973092937273690800</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-21T12:40:47.693-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hold, please</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  How cool would it be if they played like stand up routines through that 30 minutes of wait time! I mean you should have an option to choose whatever rating you wanted, like tv ratings, for language, and sexual talk and stuff, but then they should just play 30 minutes of famous comics, or even up and coming comedians.  That would be hilarious, and you could begin your lame conversation on a happier note! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:19200"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/19200"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=19200" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-5973092937273690800?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/0vapJRO9umA/hold-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/01/hold-please.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-6864383663205900928</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-21T11:40:09.188-05:00</atom:updated><title>I could handle a busy gas station across the street before any of those other choices!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  I don&amp;#39;t drink, and I&amp;#39;m not a fan of Alcohol in general, so I don&amp;#39;t want to be living right across the street from a liquor store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like animals, so a zoo is most definitely out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I could live right across from a cemetary, but that wouldn&amp;#39;t be my first choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I&amp;#39;m not a fan of the smells that come from dumps, or the birds they attract sometimes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So the busy gas station would work, I&amp;#39;d love to live right by a store, so I could buy whatever I wanted whenever, I like watching people so a gas station is a good place, and I don&amp;#39;t think people are as likely to rob the busy ones as the kind of quiet ones, so I&amp;#39;m thinking I would be safe.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:19189"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/19189"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=19189" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-6864383663205900928?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/uwb45YS4a-g/i-could-handle-busy-gas-station-across.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-could-handle-busy-gas-station-across.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-5469190221314944164</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-04T09:26:17.707-05:00</atom:updated><title>2010 Book List!</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So My Goal is 100 books by January 1st 2011! Here is the list! So you can follow along! IMPO I read pretty good books, so read them with me! I guess after me, b/c I'm not posting what I'm reading, what I read.  Oh Ok So the rules.  I will list each book by the month I completed it, not the month started.  I can reread books from the past, or even that already appear on this list, and they can be listed as long as I completed them, This list isn't 100 new books, just books.  I won't list childrens books, unless they are of substantial length, or poetry.  That's about all I can think of.  I hope I go over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a bit of a Sookie Stackhouse kick this month, but there are only 3 more books left I think in the series, so it'll be over soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dead to the World ~ Charlaine Harris&lt;br /&gt;2. Dead as a Doornail ~ Charlaine Harris&lt;br /&gt;3. Saints of Augustine ~P.E Ryan&lt;br /&gt;4. Definitely Dead ~ Charlaine Harris&lt;br /&gt;5. In The Name Of Jesus ~ Henri Nouwen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6. Here's the deal: Don't touch me ~ Howie Mandel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7. Maus ~ Art Spieglman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8. All Together Dead ~ Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;9. Lone ~ Rowan McBride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;10. From Dead to Worse ~ Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;11. Vintage: A Ghost Story ~ Steve Berman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;12. Wide Awake ~ David Levithan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;13. Naomi &amp;amp; Ely's No Kiss List ~ David Levithan &amp;amp; Rachel Cohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;14. Middlesex ~ Jeffrey Euginides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;February &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;15. The World of Normal Boys ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;KM Soehnlein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;16. Mysterious Skin ~ Scott Heim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;17. Amazing Grace ~ Megan Shull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. The Host ~ Stephanie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&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/33867191-5469190221314944164?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/BfgbYc1gQZY/2010-book-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-book-list.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-7306446259612930914</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-09T02:18:49.730-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>My theory is you can&amp;#39;t just avoid everybody you screw up with. New years resolution. Adventureland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-7306446259612930914?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/F2BH2QPQDTU/my-theory-is-you-can-just-avoid.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-theory-is-you-can-just-avoid.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-1421835461990501156</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Jan 2010 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T14:11:28.112-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBTMZxbIL5w/S0Dr3utDmQI/AAAAAAAABTU/qv5quHdMnjI/s1600-h/DSCN0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBTMZxbIL5w/S0Dr3utDmQI/AAAAAAAABTU/qv5quHdMnjI/s160/DSCN0438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look it's a pretty tree!&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-1421835461990501156?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/OnpKcYdvFnA/look-its-pretty-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DBTMZxbIL5w/S0Dr3utDmQI/AAAAAAAABTU/qv5quHdMnjI/s72-c/DSCN0438.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-its-pretty-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-8296631258757180505</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-03T14:12:56.873-05:00</atom:updated><title>New Year...Will it be different?</title><description>So I've been noticing the status of my 1000-something facebook friends.  And most of them have HATED 2009.  I don't know why.  Sure it hasn't been the best year, but really to hate an entire year.  Unless you've been in prison, or a coma or something like that, I just don't understand.  I really don't even know how to sum up an entire year, because honestly, the years are flowing together, which is sad seeing as how I'm only 20.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;font-size:16px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;font-size:11px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-8296631258757180505?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/pO_mGD9XFr4/new-yearwill-it-be-different.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-yearwill-it-be-different.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-4347375872872508609</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-26T23:48:46.933-05:00</atom:updated><title>Blogging from Home</title><description>So What's different here.  Well, I can spend all day laying on my couch.  In Atlanta, I don't really want to spend all day on my couch, because it's infested with Bed Bugs, hopefully that problem will be solved when we get back.  What else is different, my family is here, which is great, but I kind of miss my MY family, and I keep thinking I'm seeing people from Atlanta around Morganton, it's really weird.  Like I thought I saw 3 women from church in walmart today.    You know what else is different?  I have like 300 dollars in my pocket.  How weird is that? I've barely held on to 70 at a time in the past 4 months, but all of a sudden I have 300 dollars.  What do I do with that money? I kind of want some stuff...but I'll also have bills soon, and what does that say about my commitment to live in solidarity with my neighbors?  IDK... this year has brought questions into my life.  Before there was no question of what I should do with my money.  It was MY MONEY! I guess I'm beginning to see God's ultimate ownership of everything. Things that are mine...are really His, and things that aren't are His as well.  But it's this kind of logic that fuels the idea that laws like trespassing, don't matter, because God owns everything and he didn't impose those borders, but I don't really think that that is the proper avenue for these thoughts to go.  The idea that everything belongs to God should lead us to being less greedy on our own, not expecting everyone else to act like what "they have" isn't theirs.  These things need to go inward before they go outward.  We can't expect the world to drop their barriers, until we drop ours.  So I guess I can't expect people to donate their money to mission year, until I am prepared to donate my money to Mission Year.  It's just the way things work.  People need an example, they need to know you're genuine, and they need to know that they aren't going to be hurt.  So be the change you want to see...Ghandi said that a while ago, and we still haven't quite caught on.  One more week at home, maybe I'll have more semi deep ramblings... maybe not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-4347375872872508609?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/DQxuyktIgzU/blogging-from-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/12/blogging-from-home.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-6055624035077704541</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T11:34:30.670-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>He deserves death. Deserves death. I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some die that deserve life. Can you give that to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends. LOTR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-6055624035077704541?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/t0kSewPNP8o/he-deserves-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-deserves-death.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-1987750044755852638</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Nov 2009 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T16:42:46.106-05:00</atom:updated><title>Books I've read this year. So Far</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, I filled my sheet of paper, so I'm going to write the list over here, and just add to it from here.  K?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;Paper Towns ~ John Green&lt;br /&gt;The Manchurian Candidate ! Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Condon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Hist So Far ~ Bradley Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;talking in the dark ~ Billy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Merrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1984 ~ George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Beautiful for you, Tales of improper behavior ~ Ron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Liddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hazzard&lt;/span&gt; ~ Eddie De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Olivera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking For Alaska ~ John Green&lt;br /&gt;Without You ~ Anthony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Blood ~ Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Amerika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Lives of Married Men&lt;br /&gt;The Best Little Girl in The World ~ Steven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Levencron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perks of being a wallflower ~ Stephen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chbosky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water For Elephants ~ Sara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gruen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sellevision&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Augusten&lt;/span&gt; Burroughs&lt;br /&gt;Sown a Dark Hall ~ Lois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Things ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sarra&lt;/span&gt; Manning&lt;br /&gt;Full Tilt ~ Neal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shusterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Regulators ~ Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bachman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be More Chill ~ Ed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Vizzinni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;Blind Sighted ~ Peter Moore&lt;br /&gt;Choke ~ Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Palahnuik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we are What we see ~ anthology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;Diary ~ Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Palahnuik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gunslinger ~ Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;The drawing of the Three ~ Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Someday this pain will be useful to you ~ Peter Cameron&lt;br /&gt;Getting it ~ Alex Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;Brave New World ~ Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;The Shack ~ William P Young&lt;br /&gt;Irresistible Revolution ~ Shane Claiborne&lt;br /&gt;God Box ~ Alex Sanchez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Julia ~ Julie Powell&lt;br /&gt;Breathless ~ Lurlene McDaniel&lt;br /&gt;Dead &amp;amp; Alive Frankenstein Book 3 ~ Dean Koontz&lt;br /&gt;My Sisters Keeper ~ Jodi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lovely Bones ~ Alice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Seibold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Until Dark ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Charlaine&lt;/span&gt; Harris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;A million little pieces ~ James Frey&lt;br /&gt;New Neighbor ~ Leroy Barber&lt;br /&gt;Living Dead in Dallas ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Charlaine&lt;/span&gt; Harris&lt;br /&gt;the furious longing of God ~ Brennan Manning&lt;br /&gt;I who have never known men ~ Jacqueline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Harpmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;toby's&lt;/span&gt; Lie ~ Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Vilmure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coraline ~ Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gaimen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showdown ~ Ted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Dekker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extreme Circumstances ~ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Cereka&lt;/span&gt; Cook&lt;br /&gt;Interview with a Vampire ~ Anne Rice&lt;div&gt;Kiss ~ Ted Dekker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Children~ Tom Perrotta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Realm of possibility ~ David Levithan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Da Vinci Code ~ Dan Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cycler ~ Lauren McLaughlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Kind of Cowboy ~ Susan Juby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luna ~ Julie Anne Peters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monster ~ Frank Pereti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juliet Naked ~ Nick Hornby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Re)Cycler ~ Lauren McLaughlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream Boy ~ Jim Grimsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Legend ~ Richard Matheson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do all the black kids sit together in the cafeteria ~ Beverly Tatum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I paid for college ~ Marc Acito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Vast Fields of Ordinary ~ Nick Burd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prey ~ Lurlene McDaniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What they always tell us ~ Martin Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyrell ~ Coe Booth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Way of The Heart ~ Henri Nouwen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attack of the Theater People ~ Marc Acito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Red Tent ~ Anita Diamant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tim &amp;amp; Pete ~ James Robert Barker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dark Sons ~ Nikki Grimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superior Saturday ~ Garth Nix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venus Envy~ Rita Mae Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I Die ~ Jenny Downham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compound ~ S.A. Godeen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project Sweet Life ~ Brent Hartinger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for You ~ Susan Coleeti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tricks ~ Ellen Hopkins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of The Ring ~ JRR Tolkein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Revolting Rhymes ~ Roald Dahl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Parties, One Tux, and a short film about the Grapes of Wrath ~ Steven Goldman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is the Higher Law ~ David Levithan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than Serving Tea ~ Nikki Toyama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light Fell ~ Evan Fallenberg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Club Dead ~ Charlaine Harris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derby Girl ~ Shauna Cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever ~ Judy Bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Two Towers~ JRR Tolkein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-1987750044755852638?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/haK70uA_hpk/books-ive-read-this-year-so-far.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/09/books-ive-read-this-year-so-far.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-964230160856088955</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 14:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-21T10:25:16.941-04:00</atom:updated><title>Form Letter for Financial Hardship Application Fee Waiver</title><description>To Whom it May Concern&lt;br /&gt;              I am a senior at The New Schools at Carver, School of The Arts, with a (GPA) GPA.  I am actively engaged in (Activities, extracurriculars). I am interested in attending (Name of School) in the fall of 2010.  I believe that (Name of School) is the best place for me to learn and grow as a person.  Specifically, I plan to major in (potential major), and eventually have a career in (Career Goal).  I believe I have the study skills and the drive necessary to be a successful student, but I am  lacking the funds to do so.  Neither my family nor I have the money to cover the application fee, so I can't even officially begin the process of potentially becoming a student at your establishment.  I am asking that the fee be waived, because of my financial hardship.  ( Specific detail  about your financial status ie: single income home, single parent, just don't make enough money) Please consider waiving this fee, to open up the opportunity for me to attend your school. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Your Name)&lt;br /&gt;(You should probably sign, then print your name beneath.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-964230160856088955?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/6DBIR-WLwFQ/form-letter-for-financial-hardship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/10/form-letter-for-financial-hardship.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-7691210954619367697</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T10:55:20.016-04:00</atom:updated><title>Check out my piza tree</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  Oh My Gosh, it grows Pizza, several different varieties of pizza on the same tree, and money.  It would be just money, but sometimes I&amp;#39;ll use money for other things...so yeah, money and pizza, Meaning, the leaves are money, and it bears pizza fruit! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:17587"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/17587"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=17587" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-7691210954619367697?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/n1jaUhL9xco/check-out-my-piza-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-out-my-piza-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-4874768479214176576</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T17:07:52.629-04:00</atom:updated><title /><description>How radically is our image of God reshaped if we take seriously the belief in God as deeply passionately and unconditionally loving us? How radically must we rework our own self image if we accept ourselves as loveable--as deeply, passionately, and unconditionally loved by God? (God first loved us Anthony campbell, quoted by Brenden Manning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-4874768479214176576?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/0l9P21XHn08/how-radically-is-our-image-of-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-radically-is-our-image-of-god.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-5534118467773013049</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 16:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T12:56:26.390-04:00</atom:updated><title /><description>So this is an attempt at mobile blogging. Just to see how it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-5534118467773013049?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/ODLAlseOifc/so-this-is-attempt-at-mobile-blogging.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-this-is-attempt-at-mobile-blogging.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-3192368700852469623</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 02:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T15:46:26.508-05:00</atom:updated><title>Poem I wrote a long long time ago...</title><description>What will I find&lt;br /&gt;When I cross the Line&lt;br /&gt;and go to the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will I be?&lt;br /&gt;What will I see&lt;br /&gt;When the rainbow's no longer behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be&lt;br /&gt;that all I could see&lt;br /&gt;was always directly ahead&lt;br /&gt;but from where I am now&lt;br /&gt;It's all upside down&lt;br /&gt;and forward is behind instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my past&lt;br /&gt;I'm running there fast&lt;br /&gt;trying to find who I am&lt;br /&gt;Because I've figured out&lt;br /&gt;That what I used to be about&lt;br /&gt;Directly affects who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-3192368700852469623?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/fjNZT6YG6xY/poem-i-wrote-long-long-time-ago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-i-wrote-long-long-time-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-8979135709493624865</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T21:53:53.158-04:00</atom:updated><title>I'll take a tattoo but just for a week</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;d like to have 3 nautical stars tattooed inside my bottom lip, but I&amp;#39;d get it even if it was permanent, as long as it didn&amp;#39;t hurt, or cost me a lot of money.  Hmm, if it was just for a week, I&amp;#39;d probably get a plain black star on my ankle, just a small black star, probably somethin lots of people have, but I&amp;#39;d like it, or maybe this quote that a friend wrote for me in a poem once...but that might be a little too lame to admit that I&amp;#39;d still want.... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16412"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16412"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16412" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-8979135709493624865?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/2u0i_6Nkfu0/i-take-tattoo-but-just-for-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-take-tattoo-but-just-for-week.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-4313912809522340437</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Aug 2009 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T02:19:26.131-04:00</atom:updated><title>My first plane trip, from Charlotte NC to San Francisco</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/map?path=rgb:0x0000ff,weight:5|35.2314,-80.84584|35.26037,-81.10515|35.24643,-81.41009|35.31925,-81.82625|35.25826,-82.19533|35.27626,-82.37756|35.48733,-82.56196|35.54088,-82.77162|35.58778,-82.9962|35.68476,-83.02971|35.74598,-83.03508|35.79612,-83.12894|35.98484,-83.27987|36.0031,-83.78173|35.95622,-83.97323|35.87227,-84.44574|35.89855,-84.71198|36.03433,-85.09824|36.14396,-85.37858|36.10586,-85.76414|36.1668,-86.09991|36.15055,-86.7851|36.08685,-87.05049|35.99639,-87.46934|35.88143,-87.80798|35.78655,-88.40184|35.15439,-89.88178|35.14969,-90.40556|34.8742,-91.27573|34.78096,-92.26601|34.99042,-92.41558|35.19749,-92.80203|35.34507,-93.32113|35.50314,-93.73024|35.49768,-94.15785|35.39632,-94.56139|35.49226,-95.01454|35.45872,-95.54625|35.43294,-95.98838|35.38531,-96.4667|35.38482,-97.17844|35.46506,-97.71894|35.52923,-98.34688|35.48017,-99.02948|35.33542,-99.59688|35.22789,-100.35556|35.18295,-100.97594|35.18743,-101.91404|35.24996,-102.78698|35.14998,-103.77972|34.94562,-104.70435|35.10069,-106.28297|35.10334,-106.58297|35.03989,-107.49287|35.3498,-108.01854|35.51172,-108.82424|35.24184,-109.29827|34.91651,-110.14699|35.03802,-110.72631|35.21071,-111.59676|35.25706,-111.92593|35.22153,-112.27498|35.22991,-112.58692|35.28344,-113.12458|35.17119,-113.51355|35.17666,-114.07475|34.7195,-114.53179|34.82957,-115.02809|34.72089,-115.98913|34.88609,-117.04781|35.00953,-117.62401|35.11042,-118.32495|35.2338,-118.57471|35.35296,-119.03661|35.60197,-119.21111|36.91918,-120.82872|37.72569,-121.646|37.69179,-122.06638|37.80598,-122.23612&amp;amp;sensor=false&amp;amp;markers=35.2314,-80.84584,greena|37.80598,-122.23612,greenb&amp;amp;key=ABQIAAAAz4I5iDWfLKXRJqwY_lxrMRSDGNZDWabFcZHPH02nr_QeuITw5hT0k3Ux-ovu3Vn8nZoGpAsaKOTz7Q&amp;amp;center=36.351355,-101.628515&amp;amp;maptype=map&amp;amp;size=400x300" width="400" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  It was great, I was scared.  I was hmmm, I can&amp;#39;t remember how old I was, I wasn&amp;#39;t little, anyway we went because granny and blenda were going to China, and their group departed from San Francisco, so my mom, haleigh and I went with them to California.  I think it&amp;#39;s pretty cool that my first ever plane ride was all the way across the country.  I&amp;#39;ve flown a couple places after that, but that was the longest continuous flight I think.  I&amp;#39;ve flown to Alaska, but it was broken up into several shorter flights, I&amp;#39;ve flown to South Dakota, but again broken up into several flights, I&amp;#39;ve flown to Boston only one short flight, and I&amp;#39;ve flown to New York, I&amp;#39;ve flown there twice, and back home 3 times now.  I&amp;#39;ve flown a lot, but back to the point, my first flight was to San Francisco, and I&amp;#39;d love love love to go back! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16389"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16389"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16389" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-4313912809522340437?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/Lke7ke3QFlw/my-first-plane-trip-from-charlotte-nc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-first-plane-trip-from-charlotte-nc.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-8533657695623341397</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T19:49:46.645-04:00</atom:updated><title>Australia, here I come</title><description>&lt;p&gt;  I&amp;#39;ve always always always wanted to go to Australia.  I love the accents, and I think it would be a way cool place to visit.  Hugh Jackman is from there, need I say more?  Come on! I think that would be great, I used to dream about going there for college, but that turned out to be just a dream, but I will make it there someday, I hope...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16368"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16368"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16368" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-8533657695623341397?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/8telRZ8f-uI/australia-here-i-come.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/08/australia-here-i-come.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33867191.post-2171907346616981940</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 07:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T03:29:24.318-04:00</atom:updated><title>My TV guilty pleasure doesn't exist.</title><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0; padding: 0 0 10px 0;"&gt;  Haha, I don&amp;#39;t think I have a single guilty pleasure show.  I&amp;#39;m pretty sure everything I&amp;#39;ve ever watched on TV I&amp;#39;ve told someone about.  The Wiggles, Queer As Folk, Lazy Town, Big Love, Maury, Wifeswap, Gilmore Girls, hmmm, I can&amp;#39;t really think, of any shows that I should actually be worried about people knowing.  Occasionally I watch marathons of Top Model, Intervention, and those shows about transgendered people.  I love desperate housewives, and The dick van dyke show, I watch Frasier, and Ellen, and I love love love cake/cooking shows! Rick and Steve cracks me up, I watch Degrassi, and iCarly, and other random Disney Chanel, Nickelodeon shows.  This has kind of just become a list of shows I watch, but in all honesty, I don&amp;#39;t really have any guilty pleasure show.  Sure there are some people that don&amp;#39;t know I watch some things, but mostly I&amp;#39;m proud of my eclectic taste! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear:both; margin: 0; padding: 0; margin-top:10px; font-size: 13px; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;" class="plinky_badge_rid:16353"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.plinky.com/mini/reroute/16353"&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.plinky.com/proxy/badge?id=16353" style="border: 0; padding-right: 4px; vertical-align: middle;" alt="" title="" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33867191-2171907346616981940?l=ezreader1433.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/oFzk/~3/6jPgv7gW0lM/my-tv-guilty-pleasure-doesn-exist.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nicole)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://ezreader1433.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-tv-guilty-pleasure-doesn-exist.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

