<?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-37842639</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:35:22.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inner Workings</title><subtitle type='html'>A journey through life and transformation from childhood to becoming an adult.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-6679805685803397593</id><published>2008-12-25T00:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:27:55.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you dance with me?</title><content type='html'>Cause if you can't, I'm impossible to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed, I'm really sporadic... I like being able to jump from thing to thing. I like challenges. I like puzzles and figuring things out. I like simple things for complicated reasons. I love having little tiny adventures each day. I love learning new things. I want someone to be able to join me in this search for everything the world has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a dance. The beauty and grace of how each day flows into another must be reciprocated by our own movements. To merely stand still or perform a set of repetitive moves makes the dance limited and boring. I want to be tossed and spun around by life. I'm probably the least graceful person I know, but mistakes and falls create their own beauty. They make this dance ours in a way that no one else could perform it. So I hope to be able to let go and get lost in the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-6679805685803397593?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/6679805685803397593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=6679805685803397593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6679805685803397593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6679805685803397593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-dance-with-me.html' title='Can you dance with me?'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-3193072738156054964</id><published>2008-12-01T10:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:14:44.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me. Guess what my present is? Fixing my car. :( Here's the low down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving back to St. Louis from home, and everything is all good. I stop by the Columbia mall to run to the bathroom and stretch my legs. I come back out and start up my car. It starts with this awful grinding noise. I turn off my car and start it again. Grrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnd. :( I call my mom and she helps me figure out what to do. I check the oil. Fine. I turn on the car and hold out my phone for my mom to hear the noise. She didn't like it either, so I called a friend of mine that lives here in Columbia. He came and we were able to drive the car a short distance to a repair shop. I spent the night with my friend's family, and went to the repair shop around 8 this morning. I've been here about 3 hours now. First off, my A/C Compressor locked up. In order to fix this you have to replace the part which is not cheap. Ok well... if we can get it fixed and get me back on the road, then it'll be ok. Well, there's a hole in my exhaust and my gasket cover is leaking. Fine, fix those too. Ok so, we have to order a part from out of town because your engine doesn't match any of the parts in town. Fine, whatever. The part comes in. Oh.... it doesn't fit. Ok so we can fix everything else, find a belt to bypass the part and that'll get you home. You just won't have A/C. I'll have to bring my car back in when I come in two weeks for the junior youth animator training. They'll have the right part for me then, and I won't have to spend $1000 for the dealer to fix it. Man. What a birthday. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-3193072738156054964?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3193072738156054964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=3193072738156054964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3193072738156054964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3193072738156054964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day.html' title='What a day.'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-6803733124712428170</id><published>2008-11-11T16:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:52:45.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*KAWOOSH*</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that there was a time that I felt like I had nothing to do. I seem to be constantly having to cut things out or prioritizing others and then shoving other things to the back of the line. I feel really stressed out with trying to balance my service (which in and of itself is fairly full), ceramics, english, homework/studio time, applying for colleges/scholarships (and all of the essays to write for that), sleep, eating, keeping my sanity, being with the people around me, and other little odds and ends that should have been done AGES ago (such as graduation thank you cards). Everywhere I look, there's more and more and more and more and more and more stuff for me to do. Since moving to St. Louis, it's been like wading through water. At first just my toes got wet, and I was walking through some very shallow water for a while and then as more things started happening the water came up to about my knees. Then school started and I began to babysit regularly and the water came up to my waist. Suddenly as deadlines become apparent and other activities are occurring, it's as if there was a sudden drop off and I'm struggling to stay afloat. Thanksgiving is going to be my life preserver to hold onto until the life boat of winter break comes to save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-6803733124712428170?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/6803733124712428170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=6803733124712428170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6803733124712428170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6803733124712428170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/11/kawoosh.html' title='*KAWOOSH*'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4301182165556066168</id><published>2008-10-26T21:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:49:12.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>Yay for new blog layout. :) It's nice to change some things up once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ACTUALLY needed to use one of those planner/calendar/things lately. It's rather difficult to get into the habit of doing when after having one for 8 years and never using it! There's just been so much going on, that's it's hard to keep everything straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to be busy though. I've been spending quite a lot of time in the ceramics studio. Right now I'm working on a two and a half foot porcelain tree. I'm kind of excited for it. :) The tree so far is coming along really well. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing quite a few children's classes lately. I've got three separate classes going, which has been proving to be quite a bit of planning. It's been fun though. I'm really excited for the children's class that started today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being excited, I'm going to visit Robin this next weekend. I'll go on Friday afternoon and then come back sometime on Sunday. Friday night is a Halloween party and I've got a really awesome costume. I'm excited. :D Plus, I'll be able to stay for the famed Sunday brunch. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strange as it might sound to say, I've really appreciated feeling really happy again. There have been some good times since I've moved up here, but I'm finally starting to actually feel really happy. There are just a few things that I have to work on (such as cleaning my room) and then everything would be just perfect. I've especially been noticing this when I've been in the ceramics studio practically skipping everywhere and a huge grin taking up more than half of my face. It's been just great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyness. It's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4301182165556066168?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4301182165556066168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4301182165556066168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4301182165556066168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4301182165556066168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/10/change-of-pace.html' title='A Change of Pace'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1237752808971764833</id><published>2008-08-26T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:34:58.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big kid now!</title><content type='html'>So, college. Yup. That thing. It's officially started now. I've met in both of my classes now, and I'm excited. I have English Comp 101 and Ceramics 2. The English class is just another English class, BUT (!!!) the exciting part is that it's only 50 minutes for three days a week (rather than the hour and a half during high school). Don't worry English teachers out there (more specifically my English teacher last year); I do enjoy literature (I am currently reading a Twelfth Night, Major Barbara, Grimm's Fairy Tales, and The Glass Castle), but I'm really not hip on the English part, the learning-how-to-write part. I don't really like essays. I can do them, but I don't like them. This class is going to be a challenge for me because of that. Also, so far I haven't seen anything that indicates that this class will actually be interesting to pay attention in. We'll just have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the exciting part:&lt;br /&gt;CLAY!!!! Oh beautiful, glorious clay!!! I love this class. It's intense (which will make it challenging), but I'm so excited for this challenge. My mind is already racing with new ideas for projects, figuring out ways to stretch my limits. :) I love the style of the professor, and I'm already making friends in the class. Yay! This is going to be an awesome semester/year. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1237752808971764833?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1237752808971764833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1237752808971764833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1237752808971764833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1237752808971764833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-big-kid-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big kid now!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-8863477870927430966</id><published>2008-08-09T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:53:53.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought:</title><content type='html'>I just saw the letters NJ (referring to the state) and immediately processed it as saying ninja. I am now proclaiming that the sate of New Jersey is a ninja. This has no particular reference to anyone in or from the state being a ninja, but simply stating that the small bit of land that comprises New Jersey is a ninja.&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/37842639-8863477870927430966?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/8863477870927430966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=8863477870927430966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8863477870927430966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8863477870927430966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-thought.html' title='Random thought:'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-3428947435222706541</id><published>2008-07-26T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:47:58.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gypsy Life</title><content type='html'>So, things have been pretty crazy lately. I've been living out of a suit case, and not because I'm too lazy to unpack. I haven't lived anywhere for more than 2 weeks at a time. I moved on June 29th and haven't really stayed put since. I think it was the day before I moved, I found out that the woman we were planning on me staying with was going to be moving in August, so only living there a month was to be expected. However, two weeks into my stay Nebraska Baha'i School occurred. I went to that especially to see my mom (I was quite homesick at this point because home I knew was no longer actually home). I did get to meet some pretty awesome youth, and reconnect with some equally awesome people too. Plus a refresher on book 5 is always welcome. :) So a few days after I get home from Nebraska I get a call asking if I might be available to house sit. Since the house didn't need much more than for someone to live in it, I accepted. That ends on the third, and then on the 13th I'm moving to yet another house. I guess to sum that up:&lt;br /&gt;Got here.&lt;br /&gt;Was here for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Nebraska.&lt;br /&gt;Was back for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;House sitting for a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Go back to first house for a few days shy of two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Move to new house.&lt;br /&gt;All within a month and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that I am not one to hop around from place to place. Sure, I love traveling, but I want to come back somewhere that I have roots. I like being able to be somewhere long enough to actually know where things go. It's amazing how comforting it is to know where things belong. Right now, I'm subsisting. I really want to be efficient though. However, efficiency comes with time and learning. We'll just see how this all goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-3428947435222706541?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3428947435222706541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=3428947435222706541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3428947435222706541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3428947435222706541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/07/gypsy-life.html' title='The Gypsy Life'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-7267579638829549298</id><published>2008-07-04T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:02:17.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TADA!</title><content type='html'>I now have wireless internet set up in the house where I am currently living. :) I've been having to learn a lot more about computers lately because of having to get mine set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman I am living with just got internet on Wednesday and so I set everything up for her. This has definitely proved to be a learning experience because I had never had to set up and install a modem before. Same with the wireless router. All is good now! It's really great to be able to be in my room and talk to people online. Anyone up for a video chat? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far things have been slowly building up. The weekends are the busiest with the IPG efforts, and I've had quite a bit of down time during the week. I'm hoping to find some devotional meetings that go on during the week so I can build up contacts and such. I'm really excited for this weekend because my friend Hannah is going to come and help for 10 days, and I'm going to be hanging out with the family that I stayed with last summer. It's going to be really nice to be around someone that I actually know. :) It's been hard for me in that respect (being homesick), but I'm sure as time goes by and things get busier, all will be well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-7267579638829549298?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7267579638829549298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=7267579638829549298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7267579638829549298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7267579638829549298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/07/tada.html' title='TADA!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-185160543773950284</id><published>2008-06-29T15:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T16:09:22.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm HERE!</title><content type='html'>Well, it didn't take me long to find a St. Louis Bread Co. around here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm here now in St. Louis and have immediately been given a taste of what's going to be happening around here. It's really great. At 11 today a group of Baha'is got together and we went out on several home visits. There were 8 adults so we split into 3 groups, and the visits were really productive. For my group, we didn't get to see both of the people that we wanted to visit, but the one we did see said that she felt better and really enjoyed meeting with us. We had intended to just stay for maybe 10 minutes talking about things and looking at a quote or two, but we ended up staying for almost a half hour. It was really fun talking to her though. I really really enjoy actual discussion (even if I'm just listening). I love to hear about what other people think and feel about things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home and thought.... now what? I don't really have anything planned for the rest of my day. I decided to explore a bit and get on here. I can't wait for all of my new connections to be developed and for things to really take off. I will try to update often, but we'll just have to see how this internet thing works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-185160543773950284?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/185160543773950284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=185160543773950284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/185160543773950284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/185160543773950284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m HERE!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4477498622662502617</id><published>2008-06-27T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:51:06.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow....</title><content type='html'>The big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be a while before you hear from me again on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are a bit rocky with where I'm going to live. I have heard that the woman I'm going to be staying with in St. Louis will be moving, so I'll have to find another place to stay. Luckily, there seems to be an option with this one family that usually takes in foreign exchange students. A huge major plus is that these people have pets. I cannot even describe how much I missed having some kind of pet around last summer. Dogs are the best and cats aren't bad (but I'd take them over having nothing any day). So that's kind of exciting... It'll be interesting to see how all of this pans out when I actually get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing about moving to St. Louis is that there is an actual Apple store there! Woot!!! My macbook didn't actually come with iLife and I had called them before, but the technical support had said that they couldn't mail it (and I understand that. Anyone could just call in and say whatever). So finally today I called in and was able to make an appointment to get everything set on my computer. It'll be really nice to have iPhoto and Garageband. I'm super excited about having this computer while I'm there because then we could do some pretty incredible projects for junior youth and children's classes!!! Also, I've been apart of some pretty incredible devotions that would be awesome to record. :) This'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more excited today about going... Last night was not a good night. There have been a few times before that I get so anxious that I will get physically sick. Thankfully, it wasn't so bad last night, but it was almost impossible for me to get to sleep. Then when I did, I had some odd dreams that were pretty obviously influenced by how nervous I felt. I have found that when I get particularly nervous I have a dream about me getting married and something goes wrong. In one case I was attacked by my husband-to-be's aunt and 14 year old cousin. They ended up pushing me in front of an industrial van. Last night, I was getting marred but then all of the flowers started to rot whenever I walked by and it smelled really really bad. People actually got up and left because of it. Eventually I was left standing alone with the stench. And as sad as these dreams might sound in hindsight, they really weren't that bad going through them, and I kind of look back at them as pretty comical. In both of them I was wearing really ugly 80's style wedding dresses, and after the fact I realized in my dreams that I didn't actually want to marry the grooms that were there. Who knows what crazy stuff my next nervous-induced dream will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4477498622662502617?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4477498622662502617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4477498622662502617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4477498622662502617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4477498622662502617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow....'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-8945365611361873844</id><published>2008-06-22T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T02:57:30.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days.</title><content type='html'>I've been having a bit of trouble lately in accepting the fact that I'm leaving Kansas in 6 days. I'm moving to St. Louis, and currently there isn't much of a chance that I'll be living in Kansas again any time soon. I'll be gone for a year for sure, and then who knows where I'll go to college. If I had the opportunity to go anywhere regardless of cost then I'd totally be in New York at Alfred University. It's perfect. But, that also means that I would spend the next 5 years outside of Kansas. I'm having a really hard time in letting go of everything that I know and have become accustomed to. I've been a bit of an emotional roller coaster through this process. On one hand, I'm really excited to go. I'll be in a new place with new people and new things to discover. I'll be able to meet and connect with an innumerable amount of people. Plus, the best reason of all, I'll be serving the Faith. On the other hand, I'm going to be in a place that I am not all that familiar with. Sure, I know some places and some people, but not like I know Wichita. I actually can figure out how to get home without going an hour out of my way in order to do it. I'll also be living pretty much independently. I actually have to be responsible... What? Since when? It's just a crazy frenzy going on right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-8945365611361873844?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/8945365611361873844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=8945365611361873844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8945365611361873844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8945365611361873844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-days.html' title='6 Days.'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-7146128435280842732</id><published>2008-06-09T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:45:26.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the fickle fiends that profit from our addictions.</title><content type='html'>So, I'll be moving to St. Louis sometime this month, and so far it looks like I'll be living with this one woman who lives about 15 minutes away from everywhere I need to be. However, one drawback is that this woman is not very technically savvy and does not actually have internet access. I've been looking for different broadband options, but the location of where I'll be isn't actually covered by a multitude of broadband/dsl providers. Personally, I would rather not usurp the oh so precious wi-fi at Panera and other such places that taunt me with their free internet access. You see, it may be free wi-fi at first glance, but wishing to be a true and honest person I'd have to buy a coffee or a muffin or some bread in order to compensate for my internet lechery. I kind of wish the whole country would go wi-fi already and that the cost of it would just come from sales tax or something. (Note, I do not actually understand the dealings of the US government so if this is actually completely absurd please refrain from verbally attacking me.) In any case, I am completely dumbfounded as to what I can do then. I plead for your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-7146128435280842732?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7146128435280842732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=7146128435280842732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7146128435280842732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7146128435280842732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-fickle-fiends-that-profit-from-our.html' title='Oh the fickle fiends that profit from our addictions.'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-3340640008398731865</id><published>2008-06-08T01:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:42:08.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I offer my sleep to you oh great nocturnal monkey gods!</title><content type='html'>My system seems to go into overdrive whenever the time goes past 12 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to do a lot of things only when I feel like it. Like now I've been dreading going through my room because it's in such a state of distress. I kind of wish Clean Sweep would just magically show up at our door and make it so Mom doesn't have to riffle through all that I have left behind. Sadly I'm not sure if they have that show anymore... Oh well, I've got to get this printer off my bed so I can at least read in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I do have to add that I am writing this on a very handy dandy iPod touch! :) Right now I'm having difficulty deciding on if I'm going to keep this (which has less memory but was free) or keep my old one (which I use for transfering files on the hard drive). There's a bit of a war going on in my family as to who gets my rejected iPod. Both would be quite a gift to recieve. So we'll just see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got the book Candide by Voltaire and it is hilarious. You can't read it in anything but a crazy British accent, but it's the funniest thing you've ever read if you do. Good times. I do have to gives kudos to Reed for suggesting such a fine specimen of a book. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-3340640008398731865?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3340640008398731865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=3340640008398731865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3340640008398731865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3340640008398731865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-offer-my-sleep-to-you-oh-great.html' title='I offer my sleep to you oh great nocturnal monkey gods!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4426253050338461581</id><published>2008-06-06T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:51:30.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Into the Unknown</title><content type='html'>So, it seems as if I'll be moving to St. Louis in about two weeks. Crazy huh? I'm super excited about it because of my experiences last summer and just how everything was so confirming. I know nothing occurs the same way twice, but I'm hoping at least that this year of service can generate somewhat of the same kind of effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my excitement, I am also very nervous. I have to be responsible. I will be an adult now, and it's a little scary. It seems almost like a paradox because all this time I've been wanting responsibility, adulthood, the ability to make my own decisions, yet now that that's what's happening, I'm so unsure about it. I know everything will be alright and everything will work out in the end. Definitely going to be praying a lot about all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4426253050338461581?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4426253050338461581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4426253050338461581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4426253050338461581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4426253050338461581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/06/walking-into-unknown.html' title='Walking Into the Unknown'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4415894252010256721</id><published>2008-05-21T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:30:06.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippie!!!</title><content type='html'>I am finally a high school graduate. How awesome. I'm really excited for the future. I can't wait to get started on my year of service, and I'm hopeful for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another exciting thing is that I'm going to have a few pieces exhibited in City Hall for about a month. :D I'm super excited about that. There's a possibility that if someone likes one of my pieces enough then I could sell it. :) Although, most of my pieces are already predestined to be given to someone or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to get a lap top soon. I really want a mac book (I could never use a pc again. Bleh. They're just annoying now.). I'm hoping to get a black one (I think the white ones stain way too easily.) But I'm really happy. Yay for getting ready to leave the nest. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4415894252010256721?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4415894252010256721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4415894252010256721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4415894252010256721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4415894252010256721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/05/yippie.html' title='Yippie!!!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4536115554796316388</id><published>2008-04-11T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:15:46.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Art?</title><content type='html'>So, life has been buzzing with activity lately. I have been having a hard time coping with the frustrations and stress of some of my other classes; HOWEVER (!) my drug of choice lately (phrase often used by my psychology teacher) has been to completely immerse myself into the art world. It seems that the more stressful my life gets in other areas, I focus my attention and frustrations into getting some art done. Currently, I have 5 projects started and in different stages of completion. I also have another 2 GIANT projects in the planning/beginning stage. I am excited though. I've never had so much fun being stressed out. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects that are going:&lt;br /&gt;1. Dr. Seuss carved teapot for Mom. Will be glazed, fired, and finished.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cup that will be bisqued and then I'll do some cool design on it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bottle that will be bisqued and then some cool glaze job.&lt;br /&gt;4. The Funeral March of Marionettes. Creepiest music box ever. Also, disturbingly amusing. Pictures will come when finished&lt;br /&gt;5. Watercolor painting. It's supposedly of a dancer, only it's extremely abstract with some almost unintentional symbolism as well. Something is missing though... don't really know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New projects:&lt;br /&gt;1. Painting gnarly hobo teeth and tongue on the dark room door in Mr. G's room. He's already got a face over it, but it doesn't have a mouth. Also, disturbingly amusing.&lt;br /&gt;2. CUBIC FACES!!!! I'm painting a giant mural (taller than I am and almost as wide as I am tall) of faces in the cubist style. I'm excited. :) I talk to the principal on Monday to see about hanging it in the school for an extended period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4536115554796316388?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4536115554796316388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4536115554796316388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4536115554796316388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4536115554796316388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/04/got-art.html' title='Got Art?'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4318450916383286327</id><published>2008-04-02T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:25:50.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life....</title><content type='html'>So... a lot of things have been going on lately. I've mostly been swamped with homework. My English teacher's idea for the cure to our senioritis* is to give us even more work than usual. This past weekend we had to read almost 200 pages as well as write an essay. This might sound like a lame complaint, however, my weekend was packed with other things. Friday we celebrated my aunt's birthday and no one left our house until about 10:15 PM. Saturday, I was up bright and early at 6:20 AM to go babysit at my neighbor's house for 13 hours. Sunday, I had a choir concert right in the middle of the day. Sunday night, I got about 4 hours of sleep (trying to lighten my load for Monday night) and then Monday night, I got about 3 hours of sleep. woo. Yesterday was kind of crazy too because I had junior youth group to do, which we ended early so that I could then go to my brother's work's reception. He works at Barnes and Nobles and they're opening a new store, so we got a sneak peek! Really, before the reception thing, I was feeling really stressed out, but then afterwards I was about as happy as can be! It's amazing the therapeutic power of books and good conversation. Now, if only I could remember that one book's title, I'd be all good. lol Actually, the real icing on my cake would be for me to find the wild goose in my little chase: the infamous book whose cover is white with a big orange dot on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*so called "disease" that almost all seniors undergo within the last few months of high school to where there is a lack of motivation to do work and an increase in procrastination&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4318450916383286327?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4318450916383286327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4318450916383286327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4318450916383286327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4318450916383286327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/04/such-is-life.html' title='Such is life....'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-7587918622154827158</id><published>2008-03-07T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T21:39:58.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hello.</title><content type='html'>I almost half forgot that you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened in the past... while... lol. Right now you're just going to get a random stream of thought because my brain isn't coherent enough to give you anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attention: In the blog entry below, I mention many times the phrase "starting my life." This phrase is not suggesting that I haven't already had a life for the 18 years I have experienced on this earth, but that I will be almost completely independent. I will be taking my life into my own hands and will be solely responsible for everything that I do. That is what I mean by "starting my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that lately my priorities have definitely been showing their true colors lately. A lot about where I am right now drives me crazy and brings little enjoyment (I said a lot, not everything). I feel so ready to start my life and make mistakes without someone breathing down my neck just waiting for me to tell them that they were right and I was wrong (not intentionally, but that's what it feels like). One thing about being able to really start my life is that I've kind of been "pruning" a lot of the things that seem unnecessary. Strangely, so far that has mostly been people and the events associated with them. I really don't have any desire to go to prom. Yeah, it'd be cool to get dressed up and go out, but... why not dinner and a trip to an art gallery or something? What ever happened to pj's and funny movies while performing food experiments? I'm finding that I have very little patience for extravagance and impractical frivolity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. I know it will have something to do with art, though. Art is just too amazing to give up. I really am the happiest when I'm able to create something, when I have that complete focus on one particular thing which is impossible to stray from until it is done. My brother and sister-in-law are especially encouraging me to do art full time (which I think would be the most amazing thing in the world), but trying to think practically, I haven't quite allowed myself to hope for such a fantastic thing. I am hoping to do some research on the subject, though. There's this thing called Final Friday where participating galleries allow anyone and everyone in for free on the last Friday of every month. I'm hoping to be able to visit some of the local artists and see how they are able to make a living from their artwork. We shall definitely see though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to an art competition at Friends University. It was fun. I made my first wire sculpture ever (below), and also competed in the tallest clay competition. I didn't win anything for either, but I did break a personal record for tallest clay. Also, I got honorable mention for my casserole (also below). That was exciting. With this whole experience of preparing for and going to this event, I feel very intense yet very collected and confident about working in clay (especially throwing on the wheel). Today, especially in that account, has been absolutely fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/R9IKJKIZ_2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f2f3-KvX1nM/s1600-h/IMG_5180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/R9IKJKIZ_2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f2f3-KvX1nM/s400/IMG_5180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175210074256834402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this, I am aiming to add a colored wire to make some kind of tulip-esque flower rather than the... conglomeration that is currently there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/R9IHr6IZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/96WcSNvrPXY/s1600-h/IMG_5076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/R9IHr6IZ_1I/AAAAAAAAAFI/96WcSNvrPXY/s400/IMG_5076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175207372722405202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-7587918622154827158?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7587918622154827158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=7587918622154827158' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7587918622154827158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7587918622154827158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-hello.html' title='Oh, hello.'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/R9IKJKIZ_2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/f2f3-KvX1nM/s72-c/IMG_5180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1239227346745372085</id><published>2008-02-09T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:20:55.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Immune System of a God</title><content type='html'>It's insane how sick everyone has been. You walk around my house and every 5 minutes someone is hacking their brains out. Granted it's getting better. I'm the only one that  hasn't been bitten by this horrible bug. Let's just hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, despite the fact that I'm not coughing my abs into shape, I haven't exactly been feeling on top of the world. It's been crazy, but since about Tuesday I've been getting these awful headaches that even 800 mg of Ibuprofen won't touch. We think they're tension headaches because my back has been so tight. My spine has been crazy too because when I run my fingers over it, they don't go straight up and down. Bleh. I've been doing my exercises, but that just doesn't really seem to be enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1239227346745372085?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1239227346745372085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1239227346745372085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1239227346745372085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1239227346745372085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/02/immune-system-of-god.html' title='Immune System of a God'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-7584268840309740087</id><published>2008-01-20T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:59:10.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Endless Torment of My Mind</title><content type='html'>I generally have this tendency to get an idea in my head of something that I need to fix, do, or plan out, and I get so focused solely on that particular thing until it's at a point where I can look at it (or the situation) and it is "done" or has a feeling of being finished. Granted, this doesn't always happen with absolutely everything that I do, just things that I feel strongly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time this focus comes when I'm working on homework (away from distractions (aka the computer)) and I don't stop until it's finished (at least what I can finish). Most of the time, to the apprehension of my mother, I don't stop to eat, or even eat while I work. When I'm in my "focus zone" things like eating and sleep seem quite trivial. I'm working on that, though. Health is important. (&lt;-- to all relatives reading and possibly worried by previous statement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in relation to this, I've really been trying to figure out my future (because it is so important to me, and the subject comes up so many times). Each day I kind of take an internal study of everything that I had done, the reasons behind it, and how it affects me (it's actually less deliberate than it sounds... more half-subconscious). Through this, I've been finding out more about my strengths, and I'm really not sure about my ability to deal with being a psychologist on a day to day basis, especially a child psychologist. To hear and witness the problems facing small children, that would drive even a normal adult to the edge, every single day seems... overwhelming. Also, I really don't think I'd be able to deal with adults every day either. I simply wouldn't have the patience. I don't think I am emotionally stable enough to be able to help these people, no matter how much I would want to. Especially lately, I have avoided contact with people except for a select few. I wonder if I could handle a job where I have prolonged contact with people (and forming relationships with them) every single day. As normal as that seems it feels really intimidating to me... I'm not good with new people. In new situations, I like to be quiet and separate from everything so I can figure out what's going on. I really don't like awkward moments and I always feel like I have to do something to break them. I just don't know if I could handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, ceramics has been drawing my eye more and more. During the day, when I'm just sitting in a class I just have this craving to have some clay between my hands to mold, or I daydream about what I'm going to make next. I can't see myself not having clay apart of my life whether it's my job or a very very expensive hobby. The only thing about it though, is that I don't know enough about the clay world to be able to say that I want to do it for a living. I'm not sure if there is a job involving clay that would fit me. Who knows? I've got some research to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-7584268840309740087?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7584268840309740087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=7584268840309740087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7584268840309740087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7584268840309740087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2008/01/endless-torment-of-my-mind.html' title='The Endless Torment of My Mind'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4671443588233178691</id><published>2007-12-28T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T21:15:56.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Places You'll Go...</title><content type='html'>So, a lot has been going on lately and pretty much all of it has been just me trying to figure out who/what/where/why I am now and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I have to give a bit of a correction. Despite the maybe-not-so-quiet urgings my mother gave to my brothers as they were figuring out their career paths, she has not in any way done this with me. The afore mentioned plans for the next 5 years of my life were discussed at length with my mom, but the ideas and decisions were all me. I really really like psychology, and I'm super excited at finding something to do with my life that I know will directly contribute to the betterment of the world. Also, the idea to be a psychologist was created the summer of last year, so I've had time to settle into the idea and grow roots. Although, I love clay and being an artist. My dilemma with being an artist for a living, though, is that I've never looked at any of my art (ceramics, photographs, drawings/paintings/etc.) as being something I could sell, or was even all that great. Also, my brother has always been the artist in the family. I know it's possible for there to be more than one artist in the family (especially if they work with two very different mediums), but that's just how it's always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been thinking more and more about what I am going to do with my life. The sheer fact that continuing with my art is a possibility is dizzying. I never really thought it was much of an option until I got that letter from Alfred University. Also, lately I've been thinking of going down that path especially after I got a call from my oldest brother yesterday. He and my sister-in-law had just bought a sculpture and thought of me, so he called and left a message to say that if it was in my heart, I should go for being an artist. A couple hours before I got that message, I had been talking to Dad in the car about how I really kinda do want to go to Alfred to study ceramics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, what would I do with an art degree? I'm really not interested in teaching art. I highly doubt if my stuff would be in a museum somewhere. Although, it might be cool to start a shop with my art buddies for our one-of-a-kind (mostly functional) art, trinkets, and other suchwhat. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so confusing to read. My brain feels a little muddled right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4671443588233178691?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4671443588233178691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4671443588233178691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4671443588233178691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4671443588233178691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh the Places You&apos;ll Go...'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-3490763906087173105</id><published>2007-12-23T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T18:59:41.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices, choices, choices!</title><content type='html'>At the moment, I'm really not happy with my flickr account. I don't like all of the limitations that I have in order to have a free account. I can only upload a certain number of photos per month and on top of that I can only have 200 photos in my photo stream. I don't like that. For a lot of people that might seem very reasonable, but I like to be able to upload all of my photos at once and then go back through and delete the ones I don't like, or just don't need to be on the internet. I also have far more than 200 photos that I'd like for people to be able to see. So, now I'm kind of looking around for a new site to upload my photos. I looked at photobucket but they want your cell phone number. I'm afraid to give it to them. They say they won't call you, but what about texting? That's 10 cents every time they deem it necessary to let me know about some kind of sponsor of theirs, or offer me a chance to win something, or alert me that someone has looked at 12 of my photos, each in their own little nicely wrapped package on my phone. Not worth it. I might try signing up and just not give them my phone number. Anyway, if someone has some other option that they like, let me know. I want to get my time's (since it had better be free) worth out of my photo-site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-3490763906087173105?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3490763906087173105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=3490763906087173105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3490763906087173105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3490763906087173105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/12/choices-choices-choices.html' title='Choices, choices, choices!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-3234771477514175259</id><published>2007-12-13T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:59:17.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>drowning in the multitude</title><content type='html'>Finals are quickly approaching.... Tuesday marks the first day of the ever questionable marathon of running toward winter break and the multitude of obstacles that ostentatiously call themselves finals. To be honest I don't really mind finals all that much. They're just like the tests we've been taking throughout the entire semester. What I don't like about them are that they're worth 10% of your whole grade. Also, what they don't tell you about finals is that they don't actually help your grade. Most of what they do is drag it down to the mud for it to feast on the wet and grainy soil like an earthworm with a very empty stomach. It is true, finals can potentially raise your grade. What teachers don't add on to that misleading and deceitful fact is that it can only potentially raise your grade a few percentage points. Ok, I have an 85% in a class and I'm hoping and praying for an A. All I really need is a measly 4.5% to get that A- that my soul so desperately searches for in the depths of whatever academic class that grade would be for. Teachers spouting out that finals can (note can, not that they will) raise your grade sprouts a quite hope in my thumping heart. I could do it! I could really make an A in this class! Quickly, I grab a calculator to figure what kind of grade I need to get on the last obstacle I have to leap for that glorious A-. I press the enter button and the blistery cold, hard truth freezes what little hope I had cultivated in my now sunken heart. In order to raise my grade those bothersome 4.5 percentage points I have to get a 130% on the final. Even if I studied and drilled every little minuscule spec of information that I can lay my twitching hands on, with a maximum of 100% on the final, that 130% becomes as attainable as the holy grail. Oh, yeah, finals can &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; raise my grade. More often than not the final exam consists of a series of questions that give a false sense of security as they lay before you on the desk, but then once the teacher grades the pages of supposed victory your heart skips a beat, and your breath catches as you see the narrow escape you just made to keep the grade you've had all semester. Nope, I truly don't mind finals at all. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-3234771477514175259?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3234771477514175259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=3234771477514175259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3234771477514175259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3234771477514175259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/12/drowning-in-multitude.html' title='drowning in the multitude'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-6536058317644846773</id><published>2007-11-20T16:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:28:08.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh? What in the world could be in store for me?!?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so to give a bit of back ground:&lt;br /&gt;Alfred University is a very very very prestigious art school in New York. Their top program is ceramics which is exactly what I want to do. When I went to portfolio day, I talked to their representative, and they looked at my portfolio. At the time, I really didn't think they liked it because it only seemed to be negative feedback.... I figured, ok so this is some stuff I can work on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the shocking part:&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter in the mail from them saying this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Talieh;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank you for your recent attendance at the National Portfolio Day in Kansas City. When Colleen (the representative) returned to campus she told me you had one of the most impressive portfolio's she had seen. We are very interested in you and hope you will apply to our School of Art and Design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *FREAK OUT!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN SERIOUSLY!!! HOW COOL IS THAT!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter continues in the typical we're giving you info about our school and you're a freshman that is/could be interested. But, that first paragraph.... is..... INSANELY AWESOME!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, there is one downside. This makes things very confusing for me because my mom and I had planned pretty much everything out for the next 5-ish years. The plan was for me to go to St. Louis and get my residency while going to a community college. Then I'd go to the University of Missouri in St. Louis for my bachelor's degree in psychology. So, now, this muddles some things up a bit because it wouldn't be the degree I was planning on (However, it definitely was up there with choices, and I was going to take art classes period no matter what degree would get me a job. Art is far too ingrained in me to stop after high school.). Also, we were planning on me doing service in St. Louis while I was going to school there. I just don't know.... It's very confusing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-6536058317644846773?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/6536058317644846773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=6536058317644846773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6536058317644846773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6536058317644846773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmmmmm-what-in-world-could-be-in-store.html' title='Huh? What in the world could be in store for me?!?!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-6745759745086836128</id><published>2007-11-02T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T20:41:00.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DONE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Senior projects are done for my entire class. I had to present last Tuesday. It was okay.... I was scrambling for time toward the end and made it to 7 minutes. Just enough to get 12 out of 15 points (on that particular part of the rubric). I'm ok with that. I think I spoke fairly well and clearly. It was kind of funny because the guy right after me was also talking about the brain and so he referenced my presentation which actually saved him time (he ended up going over 10 minutes though, and so also got 12 out of 15 points). There are still some classes that have more students to present, but my class is done. I think there might be one more class time that we have to listen to some students from other classes, but I'm not sure. I'm just glad I don't have to worry about it anymore, and that very very soon we'll be getting into the good stuff (reading and writing meaningful essays (never really thought I would say that)) (these pictures are the ones I included in my presentation that my teacher really liked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRUxZl9yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4ZsKZ83dMX8/s1600-h/IMG_3981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRUxZl9yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4ZsKZ83dMX8/s400/IMG_3981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128422755479713570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRVRZl9zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6wWIlLus-h4/s1600-h/IMG_3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRVRZl9zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6wWIlLus-h4/s400/IMG_3986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128422764069648178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRVhZl90I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yBkH28JzPO4/s1600-h/IMG_3987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRVhZl90I/AAAAAAAAAEw/yBkH28JzPO4/s400/IMG_3987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128422768364615490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRWBZl91I/AAAAAAAAAE4/KVN5xs1wjFw/s1600-h/IMG_3991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRWBZl91I/AAAAAAAAAE4/KVN5xs1wjFw/s400/IMG_3991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128422776954550098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since I seem to have some things to say about English I might as well have a new paragraph about it instead of cramming it into parenthesis. Anyway, I'm really excited about this year's English class. I'm really looking forward to reading real books and being able to understand and discuss them. I'm also surprisingly looking forward to the essays. This year the topics for the essays (so far) have been things that are meaningful to me and things I can actually write about. Before this year, I really didn't care about what we had to write, but now I do, and it really makes a difference. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that are happening.... well.... actually... I'm thinking about getting a job (like a regular one, not just babysitting) because I really need the money. I haven't been getting very many babysitting jobs and the money I make in one night doesn't last very long at all when I'm having to buy things right and left for school and just living. Plus, in babysitting I never have any idea when I will have money. The only thing about getting a regular job is that it will take away my time. That's the biggest problem I have with it (that and the fear of being stuck working with people that drive me insane). My schedule is very spontaneous and on a whim. It seems like having a regular job would seriously strap down my time for things that I want to do. Also, I really like the relationships I've formed with the kids and parents I babysit for. I want to keep that kind of option open, but.... it's difficult to do other things when my only income is so little and far apart. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-6745759745086836128?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/6745759745086836128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=6745759745086836128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6745759745086836128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6745759745086836128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/11/done.html' title='DONE!!!!!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RyvRUxZl9yI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4ZsKZ83dMX8/s72-c/IMG_3981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-254491536541345447</id><published>2007-10-22T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:02:50.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1eJAmnByI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y7syby44aYM/s1600-h/IMG_4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1eJAmnByI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y7syby44aYM/s400/IMG_4009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124355459891267362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1eKwmnB0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/SVLaDYCwfOE/s1600-h/IMG_4041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1eKwmnB0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/SVLaDYCwfOE/s400/IMG_4041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124355489956038466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1eMwmnB2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CW1n7x7PJU4/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1eMwmnB2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/CW1n7x7PJU4/s400/IMG_4025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124355524315776866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more photos that I really like. I couldn't upload all of them in my first entry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-254491536541345447?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/254491536541345447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=254491536541345447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/254491536541345447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/254491536541345447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-in-motion_22.html' title='Life in Motion'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1eJAmnByI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y7syby44aYM/s72-c/IMG_4009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-3455739191420469809</id><published>2007-10-22T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:32:01.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1csAmnBtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bFSOBiY5EQM/s1600-h/IMG_4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1csAmnBtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bFSOBiY5EQM/s400/IMG_4006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124353862163433170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1csQmnBuI/AAAAAAAAADY/tKOke2ZX7oE/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1csQmnBuI/AAAAAAAAADY/tKOke2ZX7oE/s400/IMG_4014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124353866458400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1ctAmnBvI/AAAAAAAAADg/2x4HVpuuo0I/s1600-h/IMG_4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1ctAmnBvI/AAAAAAAAADg/2x4HVpuuo0I/s400/IMG_4022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124353879343302386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1ctQmnBwI/AAAAAAAAADo/UsY__klYXQA/s1600-h/IMG_4030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1ctQmnBwI/AAAAAAAAADo/UsY__klYXQA/s400/IMG_4030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124353883638269698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1ctgmnBxI/AAAAAAAAADw/efcCfc7PD7s/s1600-h/IMG_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1ctgmnBxI/AAAAAAAAADw/efcCfc7PD7s/s400/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124353887933237010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior project is done. Even when I say that out loud, I don't really believe myself. This project has been far more stressful and chaotic than need be, but it's over. Done. Kaput. Finished. Well... Mostly. All I have to do now is present it. That's on the thirtieth. I'm not looking forward to that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entire mouth aches. They put a power chain all the way across my top teeth to pull my front teeth in where they should be. Thank God this should all be over in January. Well... except for the retainers, but we'll just take it one step at a time. I'll just be excited when I get this stupid screw out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW CAMERA = ABSOLUTE LOVE!!!!! I love film. Love it. Love it. Love it. Love. Love. Love. I cannot express how much I love my camera and shooting in film. Today has got to be one of the best ever (despite my mouth being in pain). I had my first photo shoot with it yesterday, and some of the pictures that I got are incredible! I'm so excited! It's times like these where I really wish I had money so I could go get film and have a shooting spree! lol. I also took a long my digital camera and these are my favorites from yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-3455739191420469809?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3455739191420469809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=3455739191420469809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3455739191420469809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3455739191420469809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-in-motion.html' title='Life in Motion'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rx1csAmnBtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bFSOBiY5EQM/s72-c/IMG_4006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-8066155419047203195</id><published>2007-10-12T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T14:15:42.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*big sigh of relief*</title><content type='html'>My paper is done and turned in. Thank God. I still have to do statistics for Tuesday, go get my camera fixed/replaced (when it is only a week old! arg.), and go get bells for my "wind chimes." After that (except statistics will probably be done on Monday night...), I'm hoping to relax. I do have to work on my senior presentation.... but, I just want to relax....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-8066155419047203195?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/8066155419047203195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=8066155419047203195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8066155419047203195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8066155419047203195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-sigh-of-relief.html' title='*big sigh of relief*'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-7856507414676460711</id><published>2007-09-30T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:28:06.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day, but I'm going to be a bit of a party pooper right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that in many cases I'm pretty much a boring person. Mostly observing and not contributing. I seem to kind of just slide under everyone else without being noticed much. I think I'm generally okay with that, though. There are certain times where I don't have much to contribute or don't care to. I don't know.... it's odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has actually somewhat scared me has been me being completely apathetic to my senior project. It will pretty much decide if I pass or fail my English class. In short, it basically decides if I graduate this year. That's pretty huge, but there has been absolutely no drive to work on it. I really couldn't care less about this project. My focus is elsewhere, such as my photography class, my clay class, choir, statistics, pretty much anywhere but English. Yes, I know this is not a good thing, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sorry for being such a party pooper right now. I'm just kinda feeling a little bleh right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-7856507414676460711?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7856507414676460711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=7856507414676460711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7856507414676460711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7856507414676460711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/ho-hum.html' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1370028756951560675</id><published>2007-09-26T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:35:48.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Colleges</title><content type='html'>So, I spent a while on the phone with Friends University this evening. That was interesting. I'm not really all that interested in going there for my education, but I do want to mention that my conversation with their representative was the most pleasant conversation I've had over the phone with a college. Kudos to you Friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1370028756951560675?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1370028756951560675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1370028756951560675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1370028756951560675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1370028756951560675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/colleges.html' title='Colleges'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4858152215372888819</id><published>2007-09-23T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:58:18.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm...... well not particularly the original focus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RvcZsAmnBqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UZVhMrzjj3c/s1600-h/IMG_3338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RvcZsAmnBqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UZVhMrzjj3c/s400/IMG_3338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113584145769367202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RvcZsgmnBrI/AAAAAAAAACk/IaEEJULlLaY/s1600-h/IMG_3395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RvcZsgmnBrI/AAAAAAAAACk/IaEEJULlLaY/s400/IMG_3395.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113584154359301810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, originally I had started this blog because I wanted to have a picture blog. I've looked back at a lot of my entries and barely any of them have pictures..... I figured I'd fix this. Right now these are my two favorite pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4858152215372888819?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4858152215372888819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4858152215372888819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4858152215372888819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4858152215372888819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/hmmmmm-well-not-particularly-original.html' title='Hmmmmm...... well not particularly the original focus.'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RvcZsAmnBqI/AAAAAAAAACc/UZVhMrzjj3c/s72-c/IMG_3338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1859190837535406469</id><published>2007-09-23T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:21:22.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Statement Take Two</title><content type='html'>So this is what my personal statement ended up being. There will probably be some changes to it, but this is the gist. Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down at a pottery wheel, a lump of clay in my hand, and set to work. The slippery mound slowly conforms to my steady hands and centers on the wheel, offering itself to me as a platform for creativity. I lean back and inquire of the clay, “What do you want to be?” My hands set to work, pulling, forming, shaping, creating something beautiful out of what was once mud. I see my life manifested in each stage of the clay. As a child I was awkward and reckless, not unlike the raw porcelain when it is first placed on the wheel. The school nurse came to know me quite well; since I was in there almost every day, after some accident or another whether it was a scraped knee or, once, a broken arm. I then grew and matured and centered under the steady hands of my family and friends. The majority of my friendships has been maintained from extremely early on in my life and has played a major roll in the person that I have become. One friend in particular has been with me ever since we were five years old. She and I support each other and contribute greatly to the other’s life. I cannot imagine a world without her. My family is my system of support. I tend to rely on those around me, but if something is needed of me, I step up to the task and carry out whatever the responsibility might be. My family and friends are the many tools used to shape, smooth, and trim the clay. Sometimes my walls are pulled too thin, coming close to a disaster. However, as the wheel keeps spinning the slumps become small, interesting additions to the piece. That is also where the creativity and flexibility come in. When a problem arises, I try to think everything through and then act on the solution that seems to best fit the situation. As I transition from high school to college it will be as if I’m cutting the piece from the wheel, trimming it, and preparing to become permanent. This is one of the most turbulent and confusing times in life. I am still trying to figure out who I am and who I want to be for the rest of my life. Through college I will be adding little details to an almost finished piece. Ideally, I will have reached that shape and design that I wish to be for years to come; which, by this time, the piece should be ready to fire and become an ever-lasting part of the world. The last two stages are glazing and the final firing of the piece. After this last step the piece is finished and can be used for a practical purpose as well as decorative. This is the kind of person I hope to evolve into: a strong person that contributes to those around her, as well as someone that others want around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1859190837535406469?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1859190837535406469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1859190837535406469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1859190837535406469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1859190837535406469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/personal-statement-take-two.html' title='Personal Statement Take Two'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1161569667416911827</id><published>2007-09-20T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T17:50:23.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Statement</title><content type='html'>So, for college application it is highly recommended, if not required, to write an essay or a personal statement. The college that would be ideal for me to apply to requires that the essay be of my choosing. This doesn't sit well with my mind. I like at least a little bit of order. I like a little bit of guideline and THEN the rest is up to me, but NO! The entire thing is up to me. I think it's not so much that I can't think of anything to write about because there's plenty of me that I can talk about, but none of it seems essay worthy to me. I don't know.... It's just really odd talking about myself. I could tell them all they wanted if they just gave me some questions. Blech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1161569667416911827?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1161569667416911827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1161569667416911827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1161569667416911827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1161569667416911827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/personal-statement.html' title='Personal Statement'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-748450283813813476</id><published>2007-09-11T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T17:42:23.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged To Type Ten Things</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Katie tagged me to type ten things that I like about myself...... This will be interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really like my eyes and my hair (color). They are really unique which makes me happy,and the fact that I don't even have to brush my hair in the morning is the coolest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I REALLY like what I do in clay. It really gives a me a sense of accomplishment and that I can do something well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I absolutely love that I'm a Baha'i. It'd be really really really scary how lost I'd be without the Teachings of Baha'u'llah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like the fact that I can recognize that I'm going through a very very transitional period in my life and that I know I'll make mistakes, but I'll do my best to learn everything I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like that the little things are what make me happiest: holding my niece, a hug, being a dork with my friends, hot coco, nice warm blanket on a cold day, fuzzy socks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like that I typically can read body language pretty well, and in so doing can get a general sense of what's going on before anyone has said anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like that I'm pretty open minded with people, ideas, basically almost everything (I do not, however, have any room to move on such subjects as drugs, alcohol, prejudice, sex before marriage, and suchwhat (which all of those would equate to bad in my book)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I like that I am generally responsible. I get things done (they might be only just on time, but ya know, that's what we procrastinators do). Also, when I start something, I get really focused on just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I like the fact that I'm generally a happy person (when I get sleep). I really don't think life would be nearly as enjoyable if I didn't view it like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. And, to be honest, I kinda like my dysfunctionalness. It makes things.... interesting, and allows me to appreciate when things go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TA DA! 10 things I like about me! So, now, I tag.......&lt;br /&gt;Robin, Jamie, Josh, Cassie, Austin, and, Angel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-748450283813813476?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/748450283813813476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=748450283813813476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/748450283813813476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/748450283813813476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-to-type-ten-things.html' title='Tagged To Type Ten Things'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4055658933609947189</id><published>2007-09-08T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:00:30.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Title and Registration</title><content type='html'>Title and Registration is a song by Death Cab for Cutie, and I absolutely adore it. I think I've listened to it almost 50 times today alone. The weird thing about it, though, is that normally I would be really really really fed up with it, but I really can't seem to get enough of it. It's a pretty simple song, but for some reason I just really really really like it. I had seen the music video before, and knew I really liked that song, but now that it's mine, and I have access to it, I've almost become obsessed with it. I'm ok with that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title and Registration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glove compartment isn't accurately named&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm proposing a swift orderly change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause behind its door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm&lt;br /&gt;And all I find are souvenirs from better times&lt;br /&gt;Before the gleam of your taillights fading east&lt;br /&gt;To find yourself a better life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for some legal document&lt;br /&gt;As the rain beat down on the hood&lt;br /&gt;When I stumbled upon pictures I tried to forget&lt;br /&gt;And that's how this idea was drilled into my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's too important&lt;br /&gt;To stay the way it's been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade&lt;br /&gt;And now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all&lt;br /&gt;And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade&lt;br /&gt;And now that it's gone, it's like it wasn't there at all&lt;br /&gt;And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide&lt;br /&gt;Lying awake at night, up all night&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lying awake at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4055658933609947189?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4055658933609947189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4055658933609947189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4055658933609947189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4055658933609947189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/title-and-registration.html' title='Title and Registration'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4267641446451899852</id><published>2007-09-04T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:35:48.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baklava!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I say this word a lot, but can you tell me another word that has the kind of satisfaction baklava brings when said? Yeah, didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed now because of school (mostly because of senior project). I won't go into the details because details aren't that important. I need a break to catch up. I just wish I was back up in Seattle with the baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the weather in Seattle!!! I was using TWO blankets and had flannel pj's !! Here I'm in a t-shirt and boxers and still sweating myself to sleep. I'd rather go be a weather-pansy in Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4267641446451899852?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4267641446451899852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4267641446451899852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4267641446451899852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4267641446451899852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/09/baklava.html' title='Baklava!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-3249264662012069460</id><published>2007-08-31T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T19:39:11.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm... yay!</title><content type='html'>I think the best sleep I've ever gotten was when I was sitting in a rocking chair holding my little Elsa. Mmmmm good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-3249264662012069460?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/3249264662012069460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=3249264662012069460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3249264662012069460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/3249264662012069460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/08/mmmmm-yay.html' title='mmmmm... yay!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1240765249282254750</id><published>2007-08-31T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:51:50.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adventures of Aunthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZYnQbhKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EdcvoTjbYu4/s1600-h/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZYnQbhKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EdcvoTjbYu4/s400/IMG_3802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104928457014084770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been incredible being up here in Seattle and seeing this amazing little girl. she is starting to form more of a personality and is cuter than ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZY3QbhLI/AAAAAAAAACE/tlaQjDCdiRQ/s1600-h/IMG_3826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZY3QbhLI/AAAAAAAAACE/tlaQjDCdiRQ/s400/IMG_3826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104928461309052082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been really much more responsive and active in perceiving the world. She really likes to look at windows and light. I can't wait until she figures out more of what she likes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZY3QbhMI/AAAAAAAAACM/kVrceqKGa4w/s1600-h/IMG_3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZY3QbhMI/AAAAAAAAACM/kVrceqKGa4w/s400/IMG_3839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104928461309052098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZZHQbhNI/AAAAAAAAACU/aRAm4Q-qkH4/s1600-h/IMG_3796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZZHQbhNI/AAAAAAAAACU/aRAm4Q-qkH4/s400/IMG_3796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104928465604019410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also the biggest ham baby I've ever seen. I mean, as soon as I pulled out the camera she was just posing for me. I was looking at her through the viewfinder and she looked straight at the camera and had this little grin. It was great! I just love this baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1240765249282254750?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1240765249282254750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1240765249282254750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1240765249282254750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1240765249282254750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-adventures-of-aunthood.html' title='My Adventures of Aunthood'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RthZYnQbhKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EdcvoTjbYu4/s72-c/IMG_3802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-7416338001822584798</id><published>2007-08-30T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:56:52.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what!</title><content type='html'>Yup, that's right. I'm in Seattle! CHYESS!!!!! We drove to Kansas City Tuesday evening so we could catch a plane yesterday morning. Everything went really really smoothly with our travels. We stayed with my grandma, which was really nice to visit with her, and went to the econo-parking lot. We found a parking place about 6 feet from the bus stop and right as we were getting stuff out of the trunk here came the bus down the aisle. It dropped us off right at the terminal, and we found the area for our gate and went through security right at our gate. That's one thing that I love about the KC airport, it is EXTREMELY easy for the travelers. Also, we had printed off our boarding passes at home, so that took out a bunch of time. From the time we left Grandma's to the time we were sitting in front of our gate only took 45 minutes. That was pretty awesome. Dallas was easy, and (!!!!!) I had a really really really yummy sandwich. Mmm, it was good! It had pretty good bread, tomatoes, and then it also had really good pesto and FANTASTIC mozzarella. It was a cold sandwich, but I think that was the best airport food I have ever had in my entire life. YUMMY! So, we're taxiing into the dock so we could get off, and mom was checking her voicemail and found out: Nathan could pick us up!!! YAY!!! It turned out that he was only about 10 minutes away from the airport and could leave work. Also, we didn't have any check baggage to get so we just walked right out to where Nathan could pull up and about 5 minutes later there he was! We got home and Elsa was sleeping, but that didn't stop Mom who was on a mission. Almost immediately, Elsa was in the arms of a very happy grandma. I've held her a couple of times, and I just love her. To hold her little body close is enrapturing. She is absolutely adorable. I love love love love love her. She's just so amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-7416338001822584798?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7416338001822584798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=7416338001822584798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7416338001822584798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7416338001822584798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/08/guess-what.html' title='Guess what!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-9187912442894210090</id><published>2007-08-24T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T17:15:50.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A wee bit of an update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rs9X7HQbhJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4_DwGvHQWn0/s1600-h/Photo+71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rs9X7HQbhJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4_DwGvHQWn0/s400/Photo+71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102393575905920146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the things that are going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend just turned 18 which is amazing to me. We've been best friends for 13 years now, and it still feels like we're supposed to still be in middle school. We're becoming adults which is exciting and kinda scary at the same time. After this year, both of us are moving away and moving into a brand new chapter of our lives. I'm worried (just like I worry about every single other thing - ever), but I'm sure everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have the a-okay to get a real job other than babysitting (which is nil to live on). I'm going to be going to a ton of places on Saturday to apply just about anywhere and everywhere I can. Granted, I really don't want to work in food. There are a couple of places that I can apply though that have just been built and are hiring. Thank God for construction in my town!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will be interesting. So, my schedule is on day 1's I have US Government, AP English, French 2, and AP Statistics, and on day 2's I have Choir, Seminar (study hall), Photography, and AP Clay. I absolutely LOVE my day 2's. They are the coolest ever, but I do enjoy the majority of my day 1's, too. Government is really the only class that I kind of have an issue with, and that's because I don't really have anybody in there that I know well enough to band together with. I WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT ENGLISH TODAY THOUGH!!!!!! I was actually able to write an ENTIRE ESSAY in 30 minutes!!!!! I finished 20 minutes before we had to, and I was actually somewhat proud of what I wrote because it was a fairly cohesive thought throughout my paper. So, I spent another 10 minutes going over it about 5 times and then I had 10 minutes of free time. That was the coolest ever. Granted, the essay was very short, but I have never written that fast or somewhat well at the same time. It was absolutely amazing. LOVE IT! AND!!!! In French class, we have this new teacher and I think the entire class time, she spoke MAYBE about 3 phrases in English, and I UNDERSTOOD ALMOST EVERYTHING!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I am actually learning!!! It's totally mind blowing. AP Statistics is strange. It's easy and really hard at the same time. Right now it feels like I'm taking another English class because all of the questions have essay answers, and all our teacher is doing is reading out of the book to us for our notes. A lot of it, we just have to figure out for ourselves, but there really is no way of teaching some of the stuff in there. Like, one example is figuring out if there is a bias or not on a radio station survey where people call in for their answers. Seems pretty fair right? Well, there could be a bias because the radio station itself could be a 80's rock station that the majority of their listeners are around 40 years old and if their asking about whether or not the the age to get your drivers license should be raised then 40 year olds won't really care. So, yeah, that's the kind of stuff we're learning in there right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I've rambled on long enough....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-9187912442894210090?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/9187912442894210090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=9187912442894210090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/9187912442894210090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/9187912442894210090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-bit-of-update.html' title='A wee bit of an update!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rs9X7HQbhJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/4_DwGvHQWn0/s72-c/Photo+71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-6933731113052502028</id><published>2007-08-18T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T13:13:17.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* Happiness is indeed a fabulous friend.</title><content type='html'>School has started again. That's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I love seeing my friends again, and my classes are the coolest classes in the world (well, except for one, but I can deal with one). Really, the only thing I don't like about being back at school is being thrown back into the throng of the crowds. Lately I've been feeling a bit antisocial in that I really only feel like spending time with a select number of people. Plus, it never really feels like I belong anywhere. I always seem to be surrounded by people I don't want to be around, but ya know, that's life. Despite this, I'm really happy. I h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rsc2ZXQbhHI/AAAAAAAAABk/EziFmLemSOM/s1600-h/IMG_3367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rsc2ZXQbhHI/AAAAAAAAABk/EziFmLemSOM/s400/IMG_3367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100104912387933298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad a really great summer. St. Louis was absolutely awesome, and now we're seeing the results of the weeks when I was there. I spent 9 days in paradise, Haifa, Israel. I just have this overwhelming feeling of happiness. I really love just sitting and listening to music, letting the notes and words wash over me. That is way cool. Everything is fantastic right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-6933731113052502028?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/6933731113052502028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=6933731113052502028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6933731113052502028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/6933731113052502028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/08/sigh-happiness-is-indeed-fabulous.html' title='*sigh* Happiness is indeed a fabulous friend.'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/Rsc2ZXQbhHI/AAAAAAAAABk/EziFmLemSOM/s72-c/IMG_3367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-343493797453936746</id><published>2007-07-04T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T23:49:13.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE IS HERE! SHE IS HERE! SHE IS HERE!</title><content type='html'>I am now officially an aunt!!!!! I can't believe it!!! YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!! Go check her out!!! She's perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nathanbe/717325163/in/set-72157600646154776/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/nathanbe/717325163/in/set-72157600646154776/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-343493797453936746?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/343493797453936746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=343493797453936746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/343493797453936746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/343493797453936746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-is-here-she-is-here-she-is-here.html' title='SHE IS HERE! SHE IS HERE! SHE IS HERE!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1776357927032876189</id><published>2007-06-16T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T18:37:49.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bubble = HUGE</title><content type='html'>Nothing feels better than just getting off the phone with someone that just called so say how fantastic it was just meeting you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1776357927032876189?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1776357927032876189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1776357927032876189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1776357927032876189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1776357927032876189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-bubble-huge.html' title='Happy Bubble = HUGE'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-5247464806101068169</id><published>2007-06-10T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T11:59:45.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much...</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I kind of turned away from this. School got pretty crazy, and there was never any time or energy to get on here. I'm in St. Louis now (technically St. Charles) and I've done 3 somewhat major things. First: The ACT. It went ok. I think. Second: A potluck deepening on The Tablets of the Divine Plan. That was really fun. Lots of goooooooood food! Third: A children's class this morning. There was only one kid but it was really cool. I think I'm slowly getting the groove of this place. Everyone is really really nice, and I think I'll have a great time. I guess the only thing is that I miss people. Even before I left home there were too many people to miss. Now, I miss people at home too. I guess it's really kind of depressing in that I meet these really awesome people, but almost as soon as I leave those relationships drift and drop off. It makes me sad. Anyway, sorry there's no picture for this post. As soon as I have one that fits I'll post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-5247464806101068169?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/5247464806101068169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=5247464806101068169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/5247464806101068169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/5247464806101068169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-much.html' title='So much...'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-1990325143010238517</id><published>2006-12-27T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:50:40.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee hee Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RZIIIna7raI/AAAAAAAAABI/4Jahlkx5mM8/s1600-h/111_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RZIIIna7raI/AAAAAAAAABI/4Jahlkx5mM8/s320/111_1133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013078279330704802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year it's always awesome to get together with my dad's side of the family, but I think this year was one of the best. I don't think I've laughed so hard or long in my life. I wish we could have spent more time with the Bishop clan. The most hilarious part though was watching the home videos. Those killed me. I think the funniest part of watching those was our comments about the videos. There was this one part where everyone was there (and even a couple people we didn't know) and Shawn, Aaron, and I were just little little little babies and I was completely MIA. All the adults were playing vollyball except Barb and my second cousin. Barb was holding Aaron. Shawn was in a baby-backpack on Janie's back. I was nowhere in sight. It's a mystery that will never be solved (along with why in the world Nathan was running around in his underwear and NO ONE said anything!) Also, the beached whale was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RZIIIna7rbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vyVwk0CnuNc/s1600-h/111_1160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RZIIIna7rbI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vyVwk0CnuNc/s320/111_1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013078279330704818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hilarious. I can't wait until the next generation comes along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-1990325143010238517?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/1990325143010238517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=1990325143010238517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1990325143010238517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/1990325143010238517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2006/12/tee-hee-family-reunion.html' title='Tee hee Family Reunion'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RZIIIna7raI/AAAAAAAAABI/4Jahlkx5mM8/s72-c/111_1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-4770526254036902608</id><published>2006-12-20T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:08:37.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYi2Yna7rZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1JzvOpK99LI/s1600-h/105_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYi2Yna7rZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1JzvOpK99LI/s320/105_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010455119464738194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I finished early with homework and so I decided to upload pictures onto facebook. As I was doing this I noticed that it took longer than I wanted to wait for the pictures to load, so I decided I'd catch up on people's blogs. It was nice to delve into someone else's life for the few minutes that I was waiting. It made me think about how life was going for me and where I want to end up. We'll see where this takes me. However, for now, it needs to take me up to bed so I can think clearly tomorrow for the "in-class" essay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-4770526254036902608?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/4770526254036902608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=4770526254036902608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4770526254036902608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/4770526254036902608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2006/12/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYi2Yna7rZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1JzvOpK99LI/s72-c/105_0580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-2432125029263499893</id><published>2006-12-18T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T18:26:35.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYcsS3a7rXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jTnhHz7u024/s1600-h/106_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYcsS3a7rXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jTnhHz7u024/s200/106_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010021813099146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week is finals week. I have my first two finals tomorrow. It won't be too too bad because I have Photography and Pre-Calc. Pre-Calc is a little worry-some because I don't remember the exact steps for a couple of different things, but I'm hoping it will go okay. Photography is a no brainer. The final is all stuff that we had to use pretty much every day in order to do anything in the class. Wednesday is supposed to be English, but my teacher said that she hadn't decided what would count as our final. We're working on Huck Finn and writing an "in class" essay (it's really not in class, we just have to type it during class) and a test over the book. Thursday will be Choir and French. The final in choir is our audition for next year and when she decides which class to put us in. French. I'm not worried about French at all because I have more than 100% in that class, and I can remember basically everything that we've done (if I see it, which won't be a problem since it's a written test). Finally, Friday, I am not excited about Friday. On Friday I have U.S. History and Chemistry. Fun. U.S. History isn't really all that hard because it's all terms and matching definitions, but I never remember what people do. Chemistry is what scares me the most because I don't really know how much I've learned from my teacher. Just about everything that has gotten me a good grade in that class has been from other kids who could understand the book better than me. Thankfully we're allowed to put some information on a piece of paper and use it on the test. The thing about that though is that it makes you question yourself and look up everything, so I'm only putting stuff that I for sure don't know and labeling it very very clearly so I'm not looking around for it among a mess of other info. I'm glad, though, because I'm doing so much better in my classes than I did last semester (last year). We'll see how this one wraps up. Now, I'm off to study for Pre-Calc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-2432125029263499893?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/2432125029263499893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=2432125029263499893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/2432125029263499893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/2432125029263499893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2006/12/blech.html' title='Blech'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYcsS3a7rXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jTnhHz7u024/s72-c/106_0604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-8738613766729227915</id><published>2006-12-17T12:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:55:40.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>VICTORY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYV2WXa7rWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qMIXiIkDlSA/s1600-h/Fireworks+multi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYV2WXa7rWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qMIXiIkDlSA/s320/Fireworks+multi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009540287135722850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally figured it out!!!! I am now downloading the 61 pictures from one of my memory cards to the computer! I say: HA! Technology fails to confound me in the end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-8738613766729227915?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/8738613766729227915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=8738613766729227915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8738613766729227915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/8738613766729227915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2006/12/victory.html' title='VICTORY!!!!!'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYV2WXa7rWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/qMIXiIkDlSA/s72-c/Fireworks+multi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37842639.post-7501095674734712269</id><published>2006-12-17T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:04:47.312-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYTWwXa7rVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bsU_wunaZyw/s1600-h/Sam+why+your+bothering+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYTWwXa7rVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bsU_wunaZyw/s320/Sam+why+your+bothering+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009364811951877458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is kind of how I feel right now. I'm just frustrated that this computer is not allowing me to load pictures from my new camera. That camera is the entire basis for starting this blog. GRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37842639-7501095674734712269?l=thegreenostrich.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/feeds/7501095674734712269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37842639&amp;postID=7501095674734712269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7501095674734712269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37842639/posts/default/7501095674734712269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreenostrich.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-kind-of-how-i-feel-right-now.html' title='Frustrating'/><author><name>Taleedo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07525789565946220797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/SHRl6t2VL9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/C1o4N_LJnUs/S220/IMG_3395.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pOZBvQLPmR8/RYTWwXa7rVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bsU_wunaZyw/s72-c/Sam+why+your+bothering+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
