<?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-4297560964897486533</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:39:22.442-07:00</updated><category term='General'/><title type='text'>P1 St. Mary's</title><subtitle type='html'>Music, Movies, Makeup and Much More :D
[have to love alliteration]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren-michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666162053143633184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWVmyQiyjkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHY6NV6sW9Q/S220/0102091012.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297560964897486533.post-6314923977249635939</id><published>2009-02-06T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:00:49.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe you, you should have tried harder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Hold On Tight" by Hey Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;OVERALL&lt;/span&gt;: Hey Monday reminds me a lot of Paramore. And many of their songs have the same beginnings as other band's older songs so it sometimes gives the impression that Hey Monday are just following the crowd.  But if you can forget the sense of deja vu and if you like the sugar-coated teenage world then Hey Monday is worth a listen. They are not bad, they just have a habit of being unoriginal. There are a few tracks I would recommend purchasing but I would refrain from suggesting you purchase the whole album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 1: Set Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....Great drum intro. Set Off reminded me of a song I had heard before, although I can't quite place the song. The instrumentation was standard, nothing really distinguished it. Catchy, repetitive lyrics. Anthem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like....Say It Aint So&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 2: How You Love Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts...Strong lead female vocals, uninteresting drums.  'whoa-oh whoa-oh' will be stuck in my head all night long... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 3: Homecoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....I like this song. It tells a story that is easily relatable to by many girls, or so I think. Strong rocking guitar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds Like....Pocketful of Sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 4: Obvious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....Catchy. I love the vocals near the end where most of the instruments cut out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;track 5: Candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....Beautiful piano-driven intro. Once again, the repetitive tune is featured prominently in this track. Lots of showy fluff and effects in this song, but a decent song none-the-less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 6: Run, Don't Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....Awesome electro-intro. Synthesizing toward the end is an interesting touch. I am loving this song. The lyrics, the guitar, everything seems to fit. Energetic and forceful vocals with excellent drum emphasis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the lyrics...I LOVE THE LYRICS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For the record, when I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Things are looking better&lt;br /&gt;For once everything is brighter&lt;br /&gt;Than the darkness before you"&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:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 7: Josey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....I would listen to this song hanging out with my friends and having a dance party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 8: Hurricane Streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....Nice harmony from the get-go. Traditional instrumentation with some interesting guitar lines after the first chorus. A nice listen, nothing jumped out at me though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 9: Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....Strong female vocals. Lyrics are easy to relate to. Nothing terribly original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 10: Should've Tried Harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....Awesome intro! The momentum was kind of lost after the beginning but the lyrics were good and the vocals were strong as always. This is an anthem track for so many girls I know and is easily a fun track to listen to. Especially for those "I Hate Boys" nights. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;track 11: 6 Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thoughts....A lyrical ballad, 6 months is a break from the bubble-gum pop rock of the rest of the album and lets the vocals steal the show. The tune is easily stuck in your head and it talks about the drama of dating and breaking-up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like it, hate it, agree, disagree? Let me and other readers know in the comments section!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4297560964897486533-6314923977249635939?l=p1stmarys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/feeds/6314923977249635939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/02/cd-teview.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/6314923977249635939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/6314923977249635939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/02/cd-teview.html' title='Maybe you, you should have tried harder...'/><author><name>Lauren-michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666162053143633184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWVmyQiyjkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHY6NV6sW9Q/S220/0102091012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297560964897486533.post-1089760905090480449</id><published>2009-01-31T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:25:45.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood hills and suburban thrills...</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am currently sitting in SJC airport [San Jose, CA] waiting for my flight to start boarding. Have you ever sat in an airport and people watched? They really are the best places to people-watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; For instance, there is the lady sitting across from me with a dowdy black dress with interesting gray spots. She has a starbucks in her hand and is texting away. No one has ever told her it's annoying when people text with the keypad sounds on. And I wonder, what does she do with her life? How does she feel about her life? Is she texting and holding starbucks in an effort to keep up with the times or does she truly feel a need for those things. Does she just have allergies or are her germs going to float across the aisle and get me sick? Does she like that dress or did she get the idea from a magazine. Or both? Why is she heading to LA and what will she do when she gets there? She is reading from an official looking binder which makes me think she is going for work. Whom does she work for? Will she ever read this blog? Who knows....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;On my right sit an older couple, dressed up like people used to dress up when they flew. Shined shoes, pressed slacks and a dapper vest for the husband. Complementing maroon jacket on her, accessorized with proper gold jewelry. The dainty black boots she wears have complementing gold buttons and her legs are crossed all proper. They sit on these uncomfortable plastic seats as if they are breakable dolls, fragilely holding their newspaper and magazine, as the woman sips on her coffee with creamer. Why are they going to LA? Do they live there? Have kids there? Are they trying to impress surrounding people or do they truly like to look like that? Who knows....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And then there’s the guy to my right. 18,19 maybe? African American, dark clothing, semi-fitted jeans. Matching neon green and magenta accents on his nike shoes, shirt and hat.  A nike bag that looks too big for whatever he is bringing with him as it flops limply on the floor. On the side is a basketball logo with the inscription KWA Rice. Is that a team and his last name? or an official team. I dont know, the only basketball i follow is SMC gaels. :) He stares straight ahead, intently focused on his Burger King breakfast sandwich. Hungrily he wolfs it down. After getting up to throw away the evidence of his quickly devoured meal, he stares at his boarding pass. I wonder where he is going and whether he knows I’m watching him or not. Oh, phone comes out. Even cool-looking teenage guys must tell their mother they passed through TSA’s security checkpoints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-kerning:.5pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now I’m on the plane and he is sitting across the aisle, the row behind me. He sits in his aisle seat with the whole row to himself and slumps low in his chair, noise-canceling headphones in over his ears, drowning out the incessant drone of the aircraft, eyes shut. Asleep perhaps? Who knows....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-font-kerning:.5pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style=";"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gotta love the randomness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297560964897486533-1089760905090480449?l=p1stmarys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/feeds/1089760905090480449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/hollywood-hills-and-suburban-thrills.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/1089760905090480449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/1089760905090480449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/hollywood-hills-and-suburban-thrills.html' title='Hollywood hills and suburban thrills...'/><author><name>Lauren-michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666162053143633184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWVmyQiyjkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHY6NV6sW9Q/S220/0102091012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297560964897486533.post-8917005447303478956</id><published>2009-01-10T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:57:52.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Come From a Land Down Under...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWkuONTIIGI/AAAAAAAAABI/WStDLxuPFkE/s1600-h/XKCDXXWIDPETMQB.20090110074348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWkuONTIIGI/AAAAAAAAABI/WStDLxuPFkE/s400/XKCDXXWIDPETMQB.20090110074348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289810058946289762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[Patty Mills] Photo courtesy of  Tod Fiemer and SMC Athletics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I watched the most amazing basketball game EVER.&lt;div&gt;Ok, it was also like only the third basketball game I've seen in my life but it was still the most amazing one EVER. no doubt. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMC had the ball with 4.7 seconds left in the game and we were 60 - 62 against Santa Clara. Patty Mills came out of nowhere to score a 3-pointer with 2.6 seconds left on the clock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A-MAZING. Can I just say I have never heard that much cheering and screaming and general craziness in my life. It was exhilarating. Just to see SMC gain a victory like that, in the last few seconds, when everyone was hoping and praying he would make it. And he did. And it was fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gaels 63-62 WIN over Santa Clara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patty Patty Patty! Go Patty Mills!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go SMC Mens Basketball Team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is why I am a GAEL. &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/4297560964897486533-8917005447303478956?l=p1stmarys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/feeds/8917005447303478956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-come-from-land-down-under.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/8917005447303478956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/8917005447303478956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-come-from-land-down-under.html' title='I Come From a Land Down Under...'/><author><name>Lauren-michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666162053143633184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWVmyQiyjkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHY6NV6sW9Q/S220/0102091012.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWkuONTIIGI/AAAAAAAAABI/WStDLxuPFkE/s72-c/XKCDXXWIDPETMQB.20090110074348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297560964897486533.post-7879980717585951837</id><published>2009-01-09T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:50:11.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried to Find a Cure for the Pain...</title><content type='html'>I will now introduce you to the coolest organization ever. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe not EVER but it sure is up there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Write Love on Her Arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.twloha.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were inspired by a young woman named Renee. And now over 5 years later they are an organization dedicated to helping those who struggle with depression, self-injury and who feel alone. You can read more about them on their website as well as view merchandise they sell. You can also view a smaller selection of their merchandise at a Hot Topic store near you. Some of the proceeds from the sale of merchandise go to support suicide and other help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hot-lines&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And wearing a t-shirt isn't the only way you can make a difference. It's spreading the hope. Showing the love. You can make a difference. When was the last time you told someone you loved them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*****I challenge you to tell at least 5 people "I LOVE YOU" today and really, truly mean it.*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So many people in this world feel so alone. So take a chance, do something different today. Tell  at least 5 people how much they truly mean to  you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ember White, I love you, you are the coolest roommate a girl could have and such a wonderful friend. Am I really lucky enough to know you? Thanks for sticking with me. Through everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mirabadi&lt;/span&gt;, I love you, you are my wonderful little freshman. I'm sad I don't get to see you as much now that I'm at college but I love you nonetheless. You will always be my little freshman. Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Michelley&lt;/span&gt;, Emily, Caitlin and Kathy, I love you all and though we are separated by distance, we are together as friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt;, all million of you, I love you all and have had a blast getting to know you these past few months. I look forward to many more memories and late nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My guys, you know I love you and thanks for growing old and growing up with me [i know we're still working on the growing up idea :P ] I wouldn't trade my boys for the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297560964897486533-7879980717585951837?l=p1stmarys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/feeds/7879980717585951837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tried-to-find-cure-for-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/7879980717585951837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/7879980717585951837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tried-to-find-cure-for-pain.html' title='I Tried to Find a Cure for the Pain...'/><author><name>Lauren-michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666162053143633184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWVmyQiyjkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHY6NV6sW9Q/S220/0102091012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4297560964897486533.post-2857514517197988017</id><published>2009-01-09T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T03:13:16.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General'/><title type='text'>Get This Party Started....</title><content type='html'>Hey! So first and foremost I want to thank you for taking the time to check out this blog. Over the coming days, weeks and months I hope to blog about many different topics including, but not necessarily limited to; music, movies, makeup and the daily adventures of college life :) . After all, it doesn't get much better than roommates, late night conversations and coffee. So join me on this adventure, be in it for the ride!&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4297560964897486533-2857514517197988017?l=p1stmarys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/feeds/2857514517197988017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-this-party-started.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/2857514517197988017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4297560964897486533/posts/default/2857514517197988017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://p1stmarys.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-this-party-started.html' title='Get This Party Started....'/><author><name>Lauren-michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06666162053143633184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZI4P8Jw2BQ/SWVmyQiyjkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NHY6NV6sW9Q/S220/0102091012.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
