<?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-4316710610964872087</id><updated>2012-01-29T15:30:42.621-08:00</updated><category term='reading'/><category term='wtiches'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='books'/><category term='sports'/><category term='history'/><category term='lists'/><category term='concert'/><category term='music'/><category term='sarah dessen'/><category term='banned'/><category term='football'/><category term='review'/><category term='best of'/><category term='snakes on a plane'/><title type='text'>Pretty kinda cool</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7544207988986290642</id><published>2009-05-28T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:04:07.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A change ....</title><content type='html'>Not that I maintain this one all that well to begin with, but I have started a new blog to follow all the trials and tribulations that are coming in the next 11 weeks with the big move. So while I will try to update here with non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nyc&lt;/span&gt; stuff, I will be posting more on the new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brooklynisthenewblack.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://brooklynisthenewblack.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7544207988986290642?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7544207988986290642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7544207988986290642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7544207988986290642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7544207988986290642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/05/change.html' title='A change ....'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3275268725610257500</id><published>2009-05-07T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:46:43.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from the future</title><content type='html'>After reading &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/sex-love-life/blogs/single-ish/2009/05/letter-to-my-eighteenyear-old.html"&gt;Ryan's letter to his 18 year old self&lt;/a&gt; I got inspired to write one to my 18 year old self and it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear 18 year old Megan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time you have already made the biggest and best decision of your life so far by deciding to go to Seattle University. As I already know you will survive and make it out of there in one piece.  Don’t let the drama with your supposed friends get you down.  Don’t stress about the IB tests, it works out the best for you because you will meet a dear friend (more on that in a moment) in you English 110 class and your Western Civ. professor will be one of the few you remember in fondness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get caught up in your romantic life, don’t worry you get your first kiss before you turn 19 and you will eventually go on a date.  Don’t get bogged down on the fact that it is with a friend, he is a good person and you will always remember him for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you will learn is that life is not black and white, in fact you see so many shades of grey you often will have problems making decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still live with the mindset about not regretting things and believing things happen for a reason. But there are a few things you could do different, that future me believes can only help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO THERAPY winter and spring quarter of your junior year. You wasted too much time being depressed and unhealthy, you know better now and you knew better then. Ask for help from your friends, you got too good at hiding things from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the friend you met freshman year, Kristin. Don’t run from her death. I still think it was better you went home during that time than the funeral, but go to the memorial dedication. Be there for Phoebe when she needs a friend the most, she is also going through a hard time and isn’t asking for help.  You are stronger than you realize – a fact that is difficult for you to believe a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will break, it will have a crack down the center that sometimes when you look close enough you can see where the stitches were that sewed it back up. Do not blame yourself, you fell for the wrong person and that is life. Don’t let it sway your opinion of yourself or your worth in the eyes of others. Everyone will agree he was the one who missed out and messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too hard on yourself and it will cause you a lot of angst, lighten up kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of it all, you have a great group of friends who will see you at your very best and very worse.  Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your 24 year old self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3275268725610257500?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3275268725610257500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3275268725610257500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3275268725610257500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3275268725610257500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/05/message-from-future.html' title='A message from the future'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3275426683314625863</id><published>2009-04-21T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:08:57.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell off the wagon</title><content type='html'>I've been doing it again, while I am trying to consciously not talk about my body, that seems not to apply to my inner dialogue. It doesn't seem to apply to the numerous articles I have been reading online about people loosing weight or body image or the myriad of other related topics. While in part it seems difficult not to because just seems like it is every where I turn and other times I seek it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is difficult not to do since I have been pity partying for the last three days.  And nothing is more unattractive than a pity party.  It is a funk that I can't shake, which just leads back to old habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is just change that I am craving, but I can't figure out what sort of change I want to make in my life. I mean there is the obvious big change that is happening with the move to the NYC.  But that just still seems big picture enough that even all the small steps I am taking to don't seem like real changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need immediate change now, change in my mindset, change in my routine.  Something that gets me out of this funk, helps me regain my confidence and go back to the self-loving person I was merely a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Lloyd Dobler&lt;/a&gt;: Why can't you be in a good mood? How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood and be in a good mood once in a while?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000349/"&gt;Constance&lt;/a&gt;: Gee, it's easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3275426683314625863?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3275426683314625863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3275426683314625863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3275426683314625863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3275426683314625863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-fell-off-wagon.html' title='I fell off the wagon'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3719298078455576798</id><published>2009-04-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:26:54.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter</title><content type='html'>Dear those who attended the Lily Allen concert on Monday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to a show before with so many rude people. It was as if a crowd of a couple hundred people had all never been to a concert before and had no concept of concert etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are approximately 7ft tall you do not come and stand directly in front of my under 5ft friend. You can see over everyone, stand in the back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are too drunk to function, repeatedly hit on the same girls, do the above action, do us a favor and just go home. You ruined parts of the experience as I am spending time thinking of ways I could hit/punch/kick you without getting kicked out of the show or missing my favorite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please do not sing at the top of your lungs in an off key, nasally voice. I did not pay $27 to hear you sing, I paid for Lily Allen. There are appropriate times to sing loud and proud at shows, an acoustic song when the whole venue is super quiet is not one of those times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you wanted to be at the front of the stage for the show, then get there early. Don't expect to have a good spot right as the set is beginning. Subsequently do not push past me, causing me to loose my spot with you and 6 of your friends expecting to get any closer. Split up or stand in a place where all of you fit. Don't make the rest of us squished because you didn't plan ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, PLEASE DO NOT HAVE ALMOST SEX IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CROWD. If you wanted to spend the whole time making out and humping each other, put the Lily Allen CD on and stay at home. You are very distracting and all that PDA is unnecessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Lily Allen would say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322373177246579042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SdzeNJ_ZeWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/294i-x9vDus/s200/Fuck+You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fuck you, fuck you very very much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3719298078455576798?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3719298078455576798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3719298078455576798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3719298078455576798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3719298078455576798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/04/open-letter.html' title='An open letter'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SdzeNJ_ZeWI/AAAAAAAAAS8/294i-x9vDus/s72-c/Fuck+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6665812036645254267</id><published>2009-03-30T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:23:26.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am grateful for ...</title><content type='html'>Going to Gay Bingo with the girls from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jazzercise&lt;/span&gt;.  It was lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a good Sunday night with my girls filled with group dinner and then movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Isa on Sunday. Nothing like a being with a 5 year old to make you laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my fruit tart coming out successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a job.  I have a job and no matter how frustrating and difficult it may be at times, I have a job. I need to remind myself of this one a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have health insurance.  No matter how money -sucking I think they are, in reality it is better than no insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends who get pizza and drinks with me after having a particularly soul-sucking day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends for putting up with me when I am being overly dramatic or when I am taking more than giving to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Riz&lt;/span&gt; got a job (!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6665812036645254267?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6665812036645254267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6665812036645254267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6665812036645254267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6665812036645254267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-grateful-for.html' title='I am grateful for ...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6354667063316446218</id><published>2009-03-24T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:13:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things I want in a relationship/boyfriend</title><content type='html'>A challenge had been presented to myself from the roommates to list 50 things we want in a relationship/boyfriend.  It seemed like something fun to do and helped me prioritize what is an important characteristic of a person in general and not just how that would relate to me.  It was also nice to look at it and see that I haven't met someone yet who meets all the criteria, which hopefully means there is still time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also the list is in no particular order, just how they came to me as I started to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) College educated&lt;br /&gt;2) Not a serial killer/rapist/bank robber, etc, etc&lt;br /&gt;3) Has a good relationship with his family&lt;br /&gt;4) Financially stable/responsible&lt;br /&gt;5) We have physical chemistry&lt;br /&gt;6) Enjoys reading&lt;br /&gt;7) Likes to watch movies&lt;br /&gt;8) Not pushy religious&lt;br /&gt;9) Has a good sense of humor (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; enjoys a good Judd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apatow&lt;/span&gt; production or a Frat Pack movie)&lt;br /&gt;10) Can handle and understand sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;11) Steps up to the plate when it matters the most&lt;br /&gt;12) Athletic to an extent - not a lazy ass&lt;br /&gt;13) Has his own group of friends&lt;br /&gt;14) Has is own interests that don't have to be the same as mine&lt;br /&gt;15) Enjoys going to shows/ seeing live music&lt;br /&gt;16) Is nice&lt;br /&gt;17) Is patient&lt;br /&gt;18) Is aware of pop culture and not totally oblivious when I make such references&lt;br /&gt;19) Reads newspaper and other news sources&lt;br /&gt;20) Not a picky eater&lt;br /&gt;21) Can cook&lt;br /&gt;22) Passionate about the music that he likes&lt;br /&gt;23) Enjoys his job - to an extent&lt;br /&gt;24) Has goals/dreams for the future and has plans set in motion to achieve them&lt;br /&gt;25) Is a social person&lt;br /&gt;26) Not argumentative, but can have discussions/debates when we disagree on things&lt;br /&gt;27) Not passive and/or passive aggressive&lt;br /&gt;28) HONEST&lt;br /&gt;29) Can get along with my friends&lt;br /&gt;30) Knows how to use a napkin&lt;br /&gt;31) Chews with his mouth closed&lt;br /&gt;32) Can set a table properly&lt;br /&gt;33) Has an fairly good grasp of grammar&lt;br /&gt;34) Understands that he is not #1 in my life, that spot is reserved for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Riz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        34.1) Most of my friends will pull rank over him and that needs to be understood and I  &lt;br /&gt;                 would expect the same from him&lt;br /&gt;35) Not an over the top do-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gooder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Not a Debbie Downer most of the time&lt;br /&gt;37) He is comfortable with himself&lt;br /&gt;38) Not a slob i.e. will do dishes, pick up after himself&lt;br /&gt;39) Not uptight&lt;br /&gt;40) Likes playing board games, cards&lt;br /&gt;41) Does NOT play stupid mind games&lt;br /&gt;42) Likes going to the beach/lake/swimming; generally enjoys being near water&lt;br /&gt;43) Not racist, a bigot, homophobic ...&lt;br /&gt;44) Has an open mind and is accepting of people&lt;br /&gt;45) Does not have serious issues with drugs of all kinds and/or is currently an alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;46) Knows more about cars than I do (which isn't a lot)&lt;br /&gt;47) Not critical, leave the judging to me, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;48) Likes traveling&lt;br /&gt;49) Understands my need for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Independence&lt;/span&gt; and is not overbearing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;suffocating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) "I like you very much. Just as you are"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6354667063316446218?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6354667063316446218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6354667063316446218' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6354667063316446218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6354667063316446218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-things-i-want-in-relationshipboyfrie.html' title='50 Things I want in a relationship/boyfriend'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5464321382509079222</id><published>2009-03-19T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:40:04.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To brighten the gloomy afternoon</title><content type='html'>There are some songs that always make me stop and reflect and remind me of how I need to be living my life.  This is one of them and I just wanted to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEuWtIik1HU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEuWtIik1HU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5464321382509079222?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5464321382509079222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5464321382509079222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5464321382509079222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5464321382509079222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-brighten-gloomy-afternoon.html' title='To brighten the gloomy afternoon'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5185716532959032203</id><published>2009-03-17T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:24:27.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done!</title><content type='html'>A handful of years back, I made this same statement on an online journal and it really helped me 1) become accountable for the statement and 2) keep things in perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done talking about the size of my body, weight and everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; body size and weight. No good ever comes from this and often quickly turns judgemental and negative.  While I have been thinking about this for some time, the drama surrounding &lt;a href="http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2009-03-14/the-politics-of-size/"&gt;Meghan McCain &lt;/a&gt;is what has motivated me to finally say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is especially disheartening when a woman's weight is used as an insult by another woman in a forum that has nothing to do with looks.  Laura Ingram resort to school yard antics because she wanted to make herself look superior and all she really did was look like a bitch. I have the utmost admiration for Meghan for standing up for herself and reminding us that as women we do need to stick together and not use something as petty as weight as an argument for why someone should not be involved in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a woman living in our society I feel constant scrutiny about my appearance.  I feel that I am being judged by everyone around me (strangers and friends alike) for the outfit I wear, if my make up is nice or how much I weigh.  Though some of this is a self-involved statement, there is a lot of truth to the amount of pressure that all women feel to look a certain way.  And I am done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am talking talking about it with friends about what we wish our bodies looked like or the size we really want to be.  In the end no one feels good about the conversation and it only just makes us look at our faults as opposed to the great parts about it.  It leads to a feeling of competitiveness and jealousy towards the people we are supposed to be loving the most - next to ourselves of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While, sure I am going to continue to eat healthy and watch what goes into my body I am doing it for how it all makes me feel.  I still love drinking cocktails and beer and my love for all things sugary and salty hasn't subsided, I just need to make sure I make the right choices so that in the end everything balances out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body has been the same size for almost two years now, and its not going to change, so I just need to start loving it more because it is the only one I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5185716532959032203?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5185716532959032203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5185716532959032203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5185716532959032203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5185716532959032203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m Done!'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3016499068068871875</id><published>2009-03-04T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:23:48.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory (said in the "Viking Quest" voice)</title><content type='html'>Well there was not really a victory last night, but at least it wasn't a slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the "Renew the Rivalry" game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt; v &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UW&lt;/span&gt; in men's basketball.  Now, I have lamented before about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt; and sports and going D1, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yade&lt;/span&gt;.  But when it comes down to it, I have school spirit and pride in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alma&lt;/span&gt; mater.  I will cheer with best of them (and loudly).  And that is what I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we lost 67-80, we did score more than I think anyone thought, played a good defense and, hey, we at least scored more than Upstate did in their game.  All in all, it wasn't terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was however very surreal to be watching my school play on TV.  This is the same team that just last year I saw play in gym smaller than the one in my high school.  There are still guys on the team that I recognize from working at Connolly.  Let's face it, it is kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they read &lt;a href="http://seattlest.com/2009/03/03/su_vs_uw_preview.php#more"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; before the game, to help keep things in perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3016499068068871875?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3016499068068871875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3016499068068871875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3016499068068871875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3016499068068871875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/03/victory-said-in-viking-quest-voice.html' title='Victory (said in the &quot;Viking Quest&quot; voice)'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7852550557344046748</id><published>2009-02-23T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:37:51.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won!</title><content type='html'>So another award season has come and gone.  I feel I had a very successful Oscar party this year.  Brought together both new and old friends, ate lots and lots of yummy food and tried not to sound too crazy obsessive (I don't think I was that successful).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guessed it, I won the pool again this year (last year, what a fluke).  I would just like to thank the Academy for voting for Sean Penn and for my gut instinct telling me to vote for him.  Otherwise I would have lost and it would have been a tie between Allison and Rubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best moment of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pflgMxxBPuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pflgMxxBPuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7852550557344046748?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7852550557344046748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7852550557344046748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7852550557344046748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7852550557344046748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-won.html' title='I won!'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5898485097693131804</id><published>2009-02-18T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:05:47.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to win</title><content type='html'>1) I don't think I have related more to a fictional, literary character more than I have Jessica Darling (well, minus having a Marcus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flutie&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The very last one of the series is coming out on April 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but you can totally &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0307346528/meganmccaffer-20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-order it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Check out the talented Georgette's stop motion video about what JD has meant to her. The best one I saw, plus awesome song choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLfW_bf6Cfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pLfW_bf6Cfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Yes, I totally pimped out my blog after reading about the contest on &lt;a href="http://www.meganmccafferty.com/archives/2009/02/announcing-the-perfect-fifths-contest-within-a-contest/"&gt;Megan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McCafferty's&lt;/span&gt; (retro)blog&lt;/a&gt; because that is how much I want a free copy of the book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5898485097693131804?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5898485097693131804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5898485097693131804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5898485097693131804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5898485097693131804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-win.html' title='I want to win'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2029972334920403046</id><published>2009-02-11T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:46:55.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin' it</title><content type='html'>The fact that I have figured out how to get my hair to look crazy, sexy like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SJP&lt;/span&gt; in the first few seasons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SATC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man who drew my blood this morning who in the first time in my life did it correctly and was not poking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prodding&lt;/span&gt; me for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; birthday parties - I get to bake and have be in charge, what isn't there to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;broski&lt;/span&gt; coming in T minus 2.5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen Lancaster, despite her being a staunch Republican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining out my window right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/"&gt;I Love You More Than Blank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2029972334920403046?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2029972334920403046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2029972334920403046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2029972334920403046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2029972334920403046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1361413887840771102</id><published>2009-02-06T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:23:45.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I keep a gratitude journal that I try to write in everyday - especially during times when I get angry at someone/a situation. It is a calming technique that always helps me put things in perspective. But I have not been that great at keeping up with it as of late, so I decided to write it out here in the open as a public reminder of all the good things I have going in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a job and in times like this where I know two women who have been laid off at jobs they have been at for a number of years. So even when times are slow I need to remember that at least I am still employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My brother (and Ben) are coming in just about a week and I swear I just get so excited just thinking about it. It will have been about 10 months since I last saw him and I didn't realize how long that would feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Becoming better friends with people at work. It makes the work day, just a tad more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jazzercise&lt;/span&gt; class, for not only kicking my butt back into shape, but for kick starting my mental state.  I swear sometimes I don't know where I would be if this wasn't part of my "get Megan better" plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Having two weekends in a row where I got to hang out with Maegan.  There are very few people in the world that get all parts of me and she is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The fact that I feel much more complete after talking with my mom on the phone, even if I wasn't feeling particularly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-whole, it always just fills a void that is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)My Ashley is returning to the states soon and we will FINALLY be in the same timezone.  But I am also grateful for her leaving, for the mere fact that it was a catalyst to fix things with myself and helped me learn that I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; even when I am miles away from best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Mondays from 8:30-9pm and Thursdays nights from 8-9pm when there is roommate TV time.  It always feels a bit off on the times that it doesn't happen, the shows are definitely not as enjoyable when they aren't around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)The re-institution of junk food Fridays a work - sugar always makes things more bearable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Feeling more self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt; - while this is something that has made my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gratitude&lt;/span&gt; list a lot, it has been missing for a long time  - so it deserves to be on here a lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1361413887840771102?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1361413887840771102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1361413887840771102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1361413887840771102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1361413887840771102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/02/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-9213113429945387532</id><published>2009-01-28T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:33:11.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquarius</title><content type='html'>No wonder the spirit of the '60s was celebrated in The Fifth Dimension's "Aquarius." Aquarians are notorious nonconformists who thrive on philosophical pursuits and knowledge for the sheer joy of it. You reject a traditional love relationship because of the threat commitment represents to your intellectual freedom. You want people to trust and respect you, but when all is said and done, more is said than done. Observers marvel at your ability to wax metaphysical and articulate yourself in abstractions and lofty theories, but some dismiss it as pie-in-the-sky idealism. You could enhance your credibility if you'd shake that body of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seek a reputation as something more than a latter-day hippie (I'm talking about your disposition and outlook, not your clothes), give physical expression to your will to improve the world. You're not inclined to take on more responsibilities than you can handle, again, because you want to remain free to think and grow. You may vacillate on important issues of the day without hypocrisy as your thinking evolves. You shun scheduled activities whenever possible, because you like to keep your options open across the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same is true of your relationships. You would rather have friends than lovers because of the lesser commitment and lower maintenance. Although you're not bound by the morality of your grandparents, you take romance very seriously. You don't enter into romantic relationships lightly because you know how ruinous the wrong one can be. Still, you shouldn't reject as a potential lover a good friend who wants to grow together and separately the same ways you do  and who shares your insatiable appetites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-9213113429945387532?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/9213113429945387532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=9213113429945387532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/9213113429945387532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/9213113429945387532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/01/aquarius.html' title='Aquarius'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-477251573084230639</id><published>2009-01-26T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:06:51.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 24th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SX6DKiXT5MI/AAAAAAAAASE/xLQn0WYyBYU/s1600-h/IMG_2609%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295814428880790722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SX6DKiXT5MI/AAAAAAAAASE/xLQn0WYyBYU/s200/IMG_2609%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is official, I am 24 years old. So far things have been good - and I just have a feeling that it will be a great year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biggest thanks to the following for making me feel loved and appreciated:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rubi: for helping me start building my "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" collection, for holding my hair back and listening to me cry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Victor: For taking good care of me before Rubi came home, buying me dinner and picking up my car in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason: My birthday haiku, making sure my sash stayed on and not making me cry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maegan: For my new NY books, having birthday breakfast, and getting me McDonald's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leslie: For risking life and limb to drive up yet again to Seattle, my new glasses and my Paula Deen Marinade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Robyn: for the post-hangover chat, wall posting and overall excitement on my part to visit soon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashley: For the early e-mail and the fabulous new music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Megan and Wes: for overcoming a hangover and celebrating for a little bit and for being the lone co-worker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul, John (and crew), Shametrice, Nick B., Melissa, Jackie (and her mom): for helping me celebrate and making sure that I got severely drunk :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ivan and Jimmy: for my brand new pair of chucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grace: for a beautifully wrapped gift certificate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paul: for an awesome sweater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave, Jeff and Andy: for stuffing themselves at sushi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Margaret: For my first official Birthday wish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monica, Phoebe, Jay, Jill, Mike Lukenbill, Gina, Luis, Ben, Canda (on myspace) for my facebook wishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family for the various calls and e-mails during the day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The two birthday songs from my jazzersisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if I forgot you I am sorry - You all mean the world to me and made my birthday very special&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295814433684080578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SX6DK0QgR8I/AAAAAAAAASM/8anDaTm8hTc/s200/IMG_2623%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-477251573084230639?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/477251573084230639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=477251573084230639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/477251573084230639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/477251573084230639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-24th-birthday.html' title='Happy 24th Birthday!'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SX6DKiXT5MI/AAAAAAAAASE/xLQn0WYyBYU/s72-c/IMG_2609%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5992868677783918049</id><published>2009-01-20T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:16:50.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History in the making</title><content type='html'>It is no secret that I get my boisterousness and opinions from my father.   In fact, while my whole family is democrats, I always think of my father when it comes to politics and the side I choose.  It is because of my father that I feel such a strong connection to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kennedys&lt;/span&gt;. True, most Irish-Catholic households in America feel a strong connection to them as well, but I would say its not as prevalent today as it was 40 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard my father speak passionately about many things, but to hear him talk about JFK and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RFK&lt;/span&gt; there is this incredible sense of emotion and pride in his voice. I have only one memory of my dad crying - but when he told me about when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RFK&lt;/span&gt; was shot and how my dad was supposed to be there that night- he got choked up.  This is why I have a soft spot for all things Kennedy and for why I was the only person silent as we passed by the Eternal Flame in Arlington in eighth grade and this is why I feel a strong connection to Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad has been talking about Obama for years. After he spoke at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DNC&lt;/span&gt;, my dad (and Oprah) knew he would make a phenomenal president. It didn't hurt that Obama went to Occidental like my dad and was from Illinois, like my dad.  But there was that same passion, same emotion in my dad's voice when he talked about Obama that he as with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kennedys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I get charmed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;charisma&lt;/span&gt;, believe that change in this country will happen and why I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as he was sworn into office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5992868677783918049?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5992868677783918049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5992868677783918049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5992868677783918049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5992868677783918049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/01/history-in-making.html' title='History in the making'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5374604320566150792</id><published>2009-01-09T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:15:26.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/business/395463_newspapersale10.html"&gt;The Seattle P-I is being put up for sale&lt;/a&gt;. Now, I know that print journalism is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slowly&lt;/span&gt; and unfortunately becoming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;archaic&lt;/span&gt;, but it still just breaks my heart a bit to see it go like this. True, there is the Seattle Times, but I am just not a fan of it. There is something about the P-I, perhaps the ties to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt; and all the people I know who have interned or worked there, that makes me choose it over the Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the silver lining of this all is that it if it does not get bought that it could continue as an online only paper -- which would still make me happy. This is yet, just another reason that makes me question the career path that I chose. While, journalism isn't dead by any means - and really its not as though it will ever leave- it is just changing in a way that I don't know if I am prepared for. Its no secret that my time in college I was taught mostly old school journalism and by the time any digial media classes were offered, I neither had the space nor time to take them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some of my sadnesses of the sale is linked to what it means in the greater world of print media in general. But nevertheless it is yet just another reason why my love for this city is slowly but surely coming to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5374604320566150792?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5374604320566150792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5374604320566150792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5374604320566150792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5374604320566150792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-believe-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe this'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1865421664765695148</id><published>2009-01-02T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:29:28.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Mexico Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SV7oWDIvbbI/AAAAAAAAARY/_MvIZoirS3c/s1600-h/IMG_2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I think that I have found my new tradition of Christmas in a sunny, warm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beachy&lt;/span&gt; area. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; was AMAZING! It could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; be summed up into: eating, drinking, sun and beaches. It is easier to break it down into list form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; spot in the front due to car sickness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not really killing each other after a week with 6 other people (The Real World, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sayulita&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"That's what she said"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Marathoning&lt;/span&gt; 'How I Met Your Mother"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Have you met ..." and all other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/span&gt; references&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being loud and annoying in public places like airplanes and shuttles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Mix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking on the streets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The "Yes/No" game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coca Light &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting a gang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The great exchange rate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ice Cream and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt; bananas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching baby sea turtles that just hatched&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being on Mexican news&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching fireworks up close and unsafely personal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not wanting to come back to the cold and rain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1865421664765695148?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1865421664765695148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1865421664765695148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1865421664765695148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1865421664765695148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-mexico-style.html' title='Christmas Mexico Style'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1899053226445915679</id><published>2008-12-03T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:39:17.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to my roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ha -I mean touching up my roots. So I am back to a red/brunette color - still not my natural one, but its not like I want that color anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275588539776198946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/STan0157aSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5E8-t3z8QGI/s200/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. yes, that is my office partition in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1899053226445915679?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1899053226445915679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1899053226445915679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1899053226445915679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1899053226445915679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/12/getting-back-to-my-roots.html' title='Getting back to my roots'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/STan0157aSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5E8-t3z8QGI/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2299411881689093285</id><published>2008-12-01T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:31:19.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of 2008</title><content type='html'>If Stephen King can publish his list now, so can I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again, my top 10 albums of the year. This year I seemed to get a lot more music than in past years. This is in large part due to the fact that I was able to take full advantage of the public library system. There are some Top 10 lists that use albums that were released in 2007, but maybe did not make it big until 2008 - I call this cheating, which is why MGMT or the Juno Soundtrack (yes, I am talking about you NPR and the All Songs Considered Poll) are not on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/2008/08/TheBlockDeluxe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://cache.idolator.com/assets/resources/2008/08/TheBlockDeluxe.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1) New Kids on the Block "The Block" - I will be perfectly honest, I had no intention of buy this album - that was until I saw them live. After hearing the new songs I couldn't get them out of my head and the album has been on repeat ever since. The songs are typical pop songs - but have also evolved to what pop music sounds like today. The songs, which most of the time, are very sexual are also very addictive and catchy. Check out "Grown Man," "2 in the Morning" and "Summer time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culturebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/girl-talk-feed-the-animals-cover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://www.culturebully.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/girl-talk-feed-the-animals-cover1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2) Girl Talk -No matter what an naysayer might say - he knows what he is doing and does it well. The ability to know music so well to take songs from all different types of genres and make it flow as well as he does is nothing less than amazing. Plus, he is one of the few artists that gets incredibely and noticable better as each album progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/STQM_k2P_BI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qMdg9QF6sM0/s1600-h/the_submarines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274855349920201746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/STQM_k2P_BI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qMdg9QF6sM0/s200/the_submarines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) The Submarines "Honeysuckle Weeks"- I was beyond excited when I found out that they were coming out with a second album having fell in love with them over a year ago after hearing "Peace and Hate" on Indie 103. This second album is by far more upbeat an&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ea/Acidtongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d catchy than the first. They are also an awesoem band to see live. When I listen to the songs, it just makes me feel happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphicdesignandme.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dcfc-narrow_stairs-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://graphicdesignandme.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/dcfc-narrow_stairs-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4)Death Cab For Cutie "Narrow Stairs"- It took me awhile to get into "Plans" when it came out a few years back. So I was afraid that the same would happen with Narrow Stairs, especially with the dramatic "I Will Posse Your Heart" intro, but boy was I wrong. I loved the album from the very first listen. It is the album that made me remember why I loved DCFC, the lyrics, the music, everything just fit perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashed.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/vamp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://tashed.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/vamp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5) Vampire Weekend "Vampire Weekend"- Their name had been thrown arond a while on the indie stations, but it wasn't until that fateful day with Ash bought their album at the Sonic Boom sale (alas we both discovered the albums we bought we not actual part of the awesome sale) that I heard them. I think that their music is fun and light - it is the perfect music for a drive in the summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/pe-she_and_him-volume_one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/pe-she_and_him-volume_one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6) She &amp;amp; Him - This has been my year of the Deschanel sisters (Emily is on "Bones") and when I heard "Why Do you Let Me Stay Here" I fell instantly in love with Zoey's voice. She has a bit of twang, that goes so perfect with M. Ward's guitar work. My favorite track is "Sweet Darlin'" which was coinscentaly written by J.S. who is also dating Zoey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://betterpropaganda.com/images/artwork/Re-Arrange_Us-Mates_of_State_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://betterpropaganda.com/images/artwork/Re-Arrange_Us-Mates_of_State_480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7) Mates of State "Re-arrange Us"- The first time I had really listened to them was at Quadstock '07. This album is on par with all the rest of their albums - with dance worthy beats and catchy choruses. My favorites off the album are "Blue and Gold Print" and "Get Better." And they are not Sweedish as it was once discussed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thealbumproject.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/pp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://thealbumproject.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/pp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8) Phantom Planet "Raise the Dead" - Ok, let's be honest here, Jason Schwartzman was th best thing about Phantom Planet - and when he left the music basically sucked. So when I heard the first single off this album "Do The Panic," I was really surprised. This is the album that shows a matured Phantom Planet who went back to their roots of a popier, rock sound. It sounds like Southern California and beaches and sun - just like the albums before JS left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/jenny_lewis-acid_tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://cdn.stereogum.com/img/jenny_lewis-acid_tongue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9) Jenny Lewis "Acid Tongue" - I wasn't a fan of Rabbit Proof Coat - it just seemed too mellow for me at the time I listened to it, but I my opinion has changed of JL's solo work with this reccent album. The songs on this album, while still have a mellow feel are also upbeat and fast paced. Plus, the numerous back-up singers she has including Zoey D., Jonathan Rice (her bf), Elvis Costello and Chris Robinson give it a more well-rounded feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://991.com/newGallery/Cold-War-Kids-Loyalty-To-Loyalt-443387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://991.com/newGallery/Cold-War-Kids-Loyalty-To-Loyalt-443387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10) Cold War Kids "Loyalty to Loyalty" - I loved their first album, I loved the sound of the band, with the tambourine, the keyboard and the raspy vocals. This second album delivers the same feel and did not fall into the sophomore slump. While the songs that make radio play follow the common, verse chorus, verse chorus, the real gems of their albums are the story songs. The songs like "Everyman I Meet" and "Golden Gate Jumpers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weezer - I don't know if they will ever make an album as great as the Blue Album or Pinkerton and I can't just put them on my list as default&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt Costa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada Surf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hold Steady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.E.R.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Albums from 2008 that may have affected my Top 10 if I had been able to get them before the end of the year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Killers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben Folds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2299411881689093285?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2299411881689093285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2299411881689093285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2299411881689093285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2299411881689093285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-of-2008.html' title='Best of 2008'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/STQM_k2P_BI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qMdg9QF6sM0/s72-c/the_submarines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2205370688728475788</id><published>2008-11-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:58:15.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Concert Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Words cannot describe how amazing the New Kids on the Block concert was Saturday night. I could not stop smiling for a good hour after the show was over. I have never been that excited and happy and lusty at concert. It was everything I could have ever expected and more. The best thing of the night is the upgrade tickets that we got -we were 24 rows away from the stage (!!!). So since a picture is worth 1,000 words - here are a few to show off the greatness that is The Block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272000192769257330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSnoPjnNb3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lxJcBVvaojM/s200/Donnie+on+the+Big+Screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have new love for Donnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSnoQBcmhkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/upN1NZpVXKI/s1600-h/Jordan+on+the+big+screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272000200777827906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSnoQBcmhkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/upN1NZpVXKI/s200/Jordan+on+the+big+screen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh Jordan, sa-woon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSno-EtH2PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fxJAIkTAJAg/s1600-h/NKOTB+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272000991926409458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSno-EtH2PI/AAAAAAAAAQg/fxJAIkTAJAg/s200/NKOTB+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first crushes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSno-xVkcqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZNt7xCi8nHA/s1600-h/Sideview+of+The+Ascot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272001003907216034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSno-xVkcqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZNt7xCi8nHA/s200/Sideview+of+The+Ascot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the ascot, Joey Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strictly gratuitous movie of Jordan with no shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtXwgnn2b84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WtXwgnn2b84&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be his Cover Girl any day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uubX2WDebKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uubX2WDebKk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_QqHti6KSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_QqHti6KSM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan Knight can give it to me anytime he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIl9iBErhk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IIl9iBErhk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey Mac, I do hope you stay the same*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rD-Mbyt4uLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rD-Mbyt4uLg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step by Step oooo baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7qxLib0_wM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H7qxLib0_wM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about them, not just in the summertime (oh god - these titles for videos just seem to be getting worse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xjtmWw3rIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xjtmWw3rIk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They had the right stuff, that's for damn sure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3PQClLe19s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-3PQClLe19s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*there is only about a min. of these songs because I wanted to actually enjoy the songs - but also save some for posterity. Though "Stay the Same" is full length, because, well I don't care for that song, say as much as "I Love You Came too Late," Joey Mac. Also, I apologize for the shaky camera work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2205370688728475788?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2205370688728475788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2205370688728475788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2205370688728475788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2205370688728475788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-concert-ever.html' title='Best Concert Ever'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SSnoPjnNb3I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/lxJcBVvaojM/s72-c/Donnie+on+the+Big+Screen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-4724409449838053355</id><published>2008-11-18T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:52:22.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good old fashion case of reveritgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Revertigo&lt;/span&gt; as defined by Urban Dictionary by way of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/span&gt;, "When you see people from your past, you start acting like you did when you used to spend time with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I "suffered" from a good case of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;revetigo&lt;/span&gt;. But the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; from h.s. (known as the only person from I still consistently talk to from then - but trust me, this probably a good thing) came up for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impromptu&lt;/span&gt; visit. It was a lot fun and needed for the both of us. Though suffered is the wrong word because it had a negative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;connotation&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;revertigo&lt;/span&gt; is not something terrible like a cold or food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;posioning&lt;/span&gt;. Well at least for those of us who have it, it might be a different case for those who are around when I do have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;revertigo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The symptoms of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;revertigo&lt;/span&gt; include but are not limited to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Drinking diet coke at every meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Watching old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MKA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Sitting around reading for hours and hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Seeing great tween movies like "High School Musical 3" (so good)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Being able to watch the very last episode of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;TRL&lt;/span&gt; with someone who could appreciate the significance of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/652717708_5afc780738_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-4724409449838053355?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4724409449838053355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=4724409449838053355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4724409449838053355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4724409449838053355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-old-fashion-case-of-reveritgo.html' title='A good old fashion case of reveritgo'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1139/652717708_5afc780738_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7584315130267615930</id><published>2008-11-05T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:23:21.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was my favorite day of the year because ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Starbucks has its holiday cups!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265193839224561538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SRG55oyOH4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/TjHkogNTTtg/s200/random+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It really is starting to become the most wonderful time of the year.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*yes- of course I am extremely happy about the election results. I think I am still in shock of it all, which is why I kept it light hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7584315130267615930?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7584315130267615930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7584315130267615930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7584315130267615930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7584315130267615930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-my-favorite-day-of-year.html' title='Yesterday was my favorite day of the year because ....'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SRG55oyOH4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/TjHkogNTTtg/s72-c/random+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-4904744689299053883</id><published>2008-10-22T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:18:05.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learned from Judy Blume</title><content type='html'>I am in the process of reading "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Everything-Needed-About-Being-Learned/dp/1416531041"&gt;Everything I need to know about being a girl I learned from Judy Blume.&lt;/a&gt;" It is this nice little anthology of some of my favorite females authors about how JB's books affected their lives. It got me thinking about the JB books that have had the most impact in my world. I think the two that stick out in my mind the most are "Are you there God, its me Margaret?" and "Forever ..." Sure, I read her other books - like Super Fudge or Deannie or the Rachel Robinson ones. I think I devoured every JB book there was (well, minus the adult ones and I never read Tiger Eyes - at least I don't think I did). And yet, those two are the only ones that stick out in my mind and well it would seem for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogsandiego.com/images/image21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand" height="233" alt="" src="http://www.blogsandiego.com/images/image21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you there God ..." tells the tale of Margaret and all she wants is her period. All of her other friends get there periods and she feels left out. I mean, I suppose the whole puberty thing and girls becoming women is an important topic and the time when it was written also plays a role in the importance of the book. And while I do think that it is a book that every girl should read because by the end you don't feel as totally alone in the whole puberty world you some how got into -it also just never seemed totally realistic. Perhaps I was reading it around the time I had gotten mine for the first time (or even before) but either way it was nothing something I wanted. It wasn't something my friends and I discussed or was jealous about because some girls got their periods and others didn't. It was just a part of life, so deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogsandiego.com/images/image21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was sure as heck something I didn't really care for (still don't) because it meant the end of being a kid. It meant I was a &lt;em&gt;woman&lt;/em&gt; now. It meant that I could get pregnant (while sex wasn't on the radar for quite sometime after that - there was now all of a sudden this possibility). It meant that I basically could never wear white pants again - not that I think I ever wore them to begin with. It meant pain that induced vomiting numerous times. It just meant a slew of more problems than benefits. Oh, yeah you're supposed to get things like boobs and hips and grow taller and loose all that baby fat around the middle right? Hmmm... I must have missed that part of the deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what did this book teach me about being a girl then? Not much. Everything in JB's seems just too idealistic for me. I guess it taught me that apparently becoming a woman was a big deal and that you too should feel superior instead of shame that you got your period before the rest of your friends. And also apparently your period is magically thing you just feel, while sitting at the dinner table - not the gut wrenching, all day long stomach pain. Man, did I get the short end of the stick when it came to getting my period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. what did I learn from "Forever ..." I learned that never have your first time on someone else's sheets -use a multi-colored blanket that will hide the inevitable blood stains. Oh yeah, also that person you have sex with for the first time is not someone who has to be a part of your life for a long period of time - which was good for my 14 year-old, romantic, self to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-4904744689299053883?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4904744689299053883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=4904744689299053883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4904744689299053883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4904744689299053883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-learned-from-judy-blume.html' title='What I learned from Judy Blume'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1051244640964829413</id><published>2008-10-16T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:59:09.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My junk is you</title><content type='html'>Last night, the roomie and I went to see "Spring Awakening." It was really good and both of us thoroughly enjoyed it.  The music, was obviously better live than on the soundtrack - which would have been terrible.  Though, I must say, the sex scene not has hot as everyone made it seem to be, it was just awkward (though two people have sex for the first time is awkward).  This could also be because, sitting in the third mezzanine, the "hot" factor of the scene decreases significantly - oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I just say one of my biggest pet peeves is people who wear jeans to the theatre (or even worse the guy in his jeans and UW sweatshirt, go to a football if you are going to wear that). I get it, I live in Seattle, capital of the fashion impaired. A place where people think wearing the nice, black Northface is dressing up. But still. You never wear jeans to the theatre, this isn't the movies, this isn't some sporting event, this is real, live, people performing for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For pete's sake people, traditionally people wore ball gowns and tuxedos to performances, the least you could do would be put on a nice pair of pants; I would even settle for khakis.  True, there are very few exceptions to the jeans rule (ie last minute procurement of tickets) but other than that, take the time to look just a tad nicer.  I would even be willing then to overlook the Danskos and the Northfaces, is you at least put on nicer pants or a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it is just another reason to leave this, rainy, dreary town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcMxyIAQeW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gcMxyIAQeW0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*please excuse the fact that the words "ass" and "fuck" are edited ... the FCC are jerk faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1051244640964829413?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1051244640964829413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1051244640964829413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1051244640964829413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1051244640964829413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-junk-is-you.html' title='My junk is you'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1052125071639622550</id><published>2008-10-10T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:08:46.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're what I wanted, I gave what I gave...</title><content type='html'>I saw Stars last night for Rubi's birthday - man was that a spectacular show. It might have been better than the first time I saw them, which was still so amazing and moving.  But can I just say, that when they closed the set with "You're Ex-Lover is Dead" I was borderline, outright crying. There is something about that song, when I hear it live, that I get goosebumps from my toes to my head, my stomach gets tied in knots and I start tearing up.  Shoot, I get emotional when I hear the song in general (even when I watch the Degrassi episode it is in). I couldn't find video of last nights show, so here is a version of them performing it.  If you don't feel even a little moved, then you have no soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/haIi_X1SotU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/haIi_X1SotU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. that piece of paper that I found the other day - not a sign of things to come - which, I am really glad about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1052125071639622550?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1052125071639622550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1052125071639622550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1052125071639622550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1052125071639622550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-what-i-wanted-i-gave-what-i-gave.html' title='You&apos;re what I wanted, I gave what I gave...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8005546730481173884</id><published>2008-10-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:57:05.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We pressed against back doors and wood floors ...</title><content type='html'>So two nights ago, Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kweller&lt;/span&gt; became a record in my book. He is the musical artists that I have seen the most in concert - bringing it to a total of five times now.  And man, he did not disappoint.  There had been a point- at times 2 and 3 that I had been left wanting more-but with these past two times that I have seen him, he completely redeemed himself.  Though, I never blame him for the reason the other shows had been a tad lacking; its hard to get psyched when there isn't a huge crowd (Sept 2006 with the crappy Sam Roberts Band) or when you are the opener (Feb. 2007 to Gomez who had a much older fan base than anticipated-plus that was just an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awk&lt;/span&gt;. concert anyway). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on Tuesday night, in packed Chop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suey&lt;/span&gt;, BK took the stage and totally rocked it.  It was awesome; plain and simple. He played a half dozen new songs off his soon to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;released&lt;/span&gt; album. Then he also had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; mix of his other albums.  But the two songs that made my night, where when he came back for his encore and played "Commerce, TX," which is by far my favorite song.  And it is a song I haven't heard him sing live since when I saw him in March of 2004. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other song he sang was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wantin&lt;/span&gt;' Her Again."  This is a little known song off of his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt; - that I am pretty sure no one else knew the words to, besides me - not even you girl in front of me to tried to pretend she knew which songs were which, and couldn't even get the album right.   And if this song follows suit like "Don't Know Why" it might end up on this upcoming album.  But as I was standing there - mouthing the words, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elitist&lt;/span&gt;, I was struck with the memory of my first BK experience and discussing with my friend Kristen (rest in peace). She was a much of a BK fan as I was and we were both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; excited that he had sang "Problems" (off the same little known &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;EP&lt;/span&gt;).  We both had the same experience of being super excited he was playing the song and then suddenly realizing that we were the only people around who knew what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, to be so superior to others ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8005546730481173884?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8005546730481173884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8005546730481173884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8005546730481173884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8005546730481173884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-pressed-against-back-doors-and-wood.html' title='We pressed against back doors and wood floors ...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7630807530753591359</id><published>2008-10-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:38:31.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>I read my horoscope daily ever since I could remember. It was always just something fun, nothing I ever took too serious. It was just interesting to see what would be in store for me for the day. As time went on I learned a little more about astrology and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;importance&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;when your&lt;/span&gt; birthday is and how it effected your personality. Again, never serious enough to actually believe in the fact that my horoscopes would ever come true. It might all stem from that fact that I can't put all my eggs in the fate basket and that I have control over everything in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is always interesting when horoscopes come true or when reading a birthday book describe my various relationships with people accurately. This all times in with fate and signs and things that are bigger than my control. I've blogged about this before about things whether they are coincidence or have some sort of higher meaning. So that is where I am today, figuring out if something is a coincidence or means something more. I was cleaning out my car (no more trash, still have the fruit cocktail can though) and I came across something I thought I had thrown away. Something I distinctly remember taking out of my wallet and putting in my trash. I have no idea how it ended up in the back seat of my car to begin with. It threw me off for a second, and made me think if it meant something more or was just a piece of trash in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could also just be one of those things, like the answers to the crossword puzzle, that once it is out in the world, it starts connecting to other things that you would think have no relation to each other. And you end up staring at a piece of paper in your backseat and wonder if it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to do with what is happening in the week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7630807530753591359?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7630807530753591359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7630807530753591359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7630807530753591359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7630807530753591359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/10/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8866658530485766983</id><published>2008-09-30T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:06:21.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>I never upload the latest version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; because as soon as I do, two weeks later another update comes along and I need to upgrade again.  So I make a rule to only do it on either days, when I have nothing better to do and don't mind my comp or it becomes an absolute necessity (like I can't download a free episode because I need to stupid upgrade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the weekend that is what I did, a process that started on Friday night ... maybe even Thursday night, ended on Sunday evening with the greatest thing ever: The Genius Sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that there are naysayers out there (there always are) and talks of blatant advertisement, getting you to buy more songs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.  But the reason I love it is that it creates mixes around whatever song that you pick from your library, and they are pretty good mixes at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you all know my love for a good mix, which I believe started in middle school with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Irice&lt;/span&gt; and I who, recorded all the versions of "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uO_vFuzPJvc"&gt;My Heart Will Go&lt;/a&gt;" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Celion&lt;/span&gt; Dion.  And yes, there were multiple versions, each with different dialogue ("I'll never let go Jack")from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120338/"&gt;Titanic&lt;/a&gt; playing over the instrumental breakdown in part of the song.  And my love has grown over the years for creating a good mix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cd&lt;/span&gt; (alas I no longer use tapes).  If you have been fortunate enough, you have received a mix from me at some point in your life (or if you are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Riz&lt;/span&gt;, at about every significant holiday or event for the last 5 years or so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'll be the first to admit, not all of my mixes will stand the test of time, but some of them aren't meant to. Some are meant to be reminiscent, some are meant to dance to do and some are meant to introduce the listen to new music/artists (which in this instance it is okay to have the same artist more than once). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I'll never give up my love for making mixes for my friends and family, it is nice to know that when I need a quick work out mix or a mopey mix I can can use the Sidebar and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;insta&lt;/span&gt;-mix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8866658530485766983?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8866658530485766983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8866658530485766983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8866658530485766983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8866658530485766983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-favorite-thing.html' title='My New Favorite Thing'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7070594575960967825</id><published>2008-09-27T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:30:11.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just taking a moment for my birthday buddy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SN7B2LbFmdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H1we9fqfAZo/s1600-h/450newman02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250847352084077010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SN7B2LbFmdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H1we9fqfAZo/s200/450newman02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SN7B2JJ69lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/v4VESu_5pW0/s1600-h/newman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250847351475205714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SN7B2JJ69lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/v4VESu_5pW0/s200/newman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SN7B2JJ69lI/AAAAAAAAAMo/v4VESu_5pW0/s1600-h/newman.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7070594575960967825?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7070594575960967825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7070594575960967825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7070594575960967825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7070594575960967825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest in Peace'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SN7B2LbFmdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/H1we9fqfAZo/s72-c/450newman02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8406791649512292685</id><published>2008-09-22T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:45:21.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My love for an award ceramony</title><content type='html'>Last night was the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/features/emmys/2008/emmys"&gt;Emmys&lt;/a&gt; and it was the first time in the last few years that I actually sat down and watched the awards. Out of all the award ceremonies that there are, the Emmys rank just above the Grammys for me. But last night I even watched the the red carpet pre-show on E! - which is always fun because I get to judge people on their looks (so shallow). And actually this year there weren't hideous choices, which was surprising. Though apparently the mermaid silhouette is in - which I am not a huge fan of - but I suppose that is neither here nor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show itself, basically sucked though. I HATED the idea of the five hosts and they took up so much time on absolute stupidity that by the end of the awards everyone had to rush through their awards and those were the important ones. Was it just me, or did it seem like TV movie/miniseries got too much of the award show time? I am all for a good made for TV movie - but this just seemed excessive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the winners weren't too surprising, not necessarily disappointing, just a bit lackluster. Example: I love &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005315/"&gt;Jeremey Piven&lt;/a&gt;; like mad crush on him. So I was glad that he won, but this is like the third year in a row for him and I really wanted &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000439/"&gt;Neil Patrick Harris&lt;/a&gt; to win for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460649/"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/a&gt;. NPH does a great job on the show and I think this past season, with the whole Robin storyline was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sharp dressed ladies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfVlY05WBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MQZAkyiNFrY/s1600-h/sandra-oh_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898729019791378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfVlY05WBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MQZAkyiNFrY/s200/sandra-oh_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfVmWPIa_I/AAAAAAAAALE/YDeuqcJ5dfE/s1600-h/tina-fey_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248898745504394226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfVmWPIa_I/AAAAAAAAALE/YDeuqcJ5dfE/s200/tina-fey_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfbFAnv_vI/AAAAAAAAALM/TBbN0nRI_iQ/s1600-h/america_ferrera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248904769836154610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfbFAnv_vI/AAAAAAAAALM/TBbN0nRI_iQ/s200/america_ferrera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfbFoy-UzI/AAAAAAAAALU/o9NirielQVY/s1600-h/debra_messing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248904780620649266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfbFoy-UzI/AAAAAAAAALU/o9NirielQVY/s200/debra_messing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfbFvfifJI/AAAAAAAAALc/en5WGw1TArU/s1600-h/mariska_hargitay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248904782418181266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfbFvfifJI/AAAAAAAAALc/en5WGw1TArU/s200/mariska_hargitay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photos courtsy of EW.com and people.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. oh, yeah my tiny crush on Josh Groban grew a little last night - too bad I can't stand his music, but gotta love a boy with a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s. I couldn't find any pics of the hottie men that were there that would show up on the blog (screw you WireImage). I was able to hunt down this sa-woon worthy image. Gosh, makes me weak in the knees just thinking about him ... sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfhscmsU-I/AAAAAAAAALk/ZsYcEPFFaAU/s1600-h/51787_016_122_702lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248912044432577506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfhscmsU-I/AAAAAAAAALk/ZsYcEPFFaAU/s200/51787_016_122_702lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;edit: Thanks Getty Images and the Seattle PI - you didn't let me down - I should have trusted you from the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfm7lCEZoI/AAAAAAAAALs/NKB4tafdpcU/s1600-h/450Emmy_Awards_Show_CARG170_639738521092008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248917801951061634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfm7lCEZoI/AAAAAAAAALs/NKB4tafdpcU/s200/450Emmy_Awards_Show_CARG170_639738521092008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfm8It_GUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iW8gQ065YLA/s1600-h/45082937039_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248917811530504514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfm8It_GUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/iW8gQ065YLA/s200/45082937039_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfm77DTdyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vXmYvKGW0lw/s1600-h/45082937001_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248917807861823266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfm77DTdyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/vXmYvKGW0lw/s200/45082937001_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8406791649512292685?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8406791649512292685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8406791649512292685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8406791649512292685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8406791649512292685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love-for-award-ceramony.html' title='My love for an award ceramony'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNfVlY05WBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MQZAkyiNFrY/s72-c/sandra-oh_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-601927834647881364</id><published>2008-09-20T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:23:56.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blondes have more fun?</title><content type='html'>So, after feeling like I needed to change things and spending an obscene amount of money on retail therapy, I decided to change my hair color. This is probably the one thing that always makes me feel a little better is drastically changing my hair color. It always gives me a sense of feeling refreshed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;renewed&lt;/span&gt;; like everything can change now because my hair color is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After multiple hours of bleaching, rinsing and dying, below is the final product. Not too shabby if I do say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248294512958862610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNWwDYmLdRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NFmhJYPIHfY/s200/IMG_2348.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-601927834647881364?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/601927834647881364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=601927834647881364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/601927834647881364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/601927834647881364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/blondes-have-more-fun.html' title='Blondes have more fun?'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SNWwDYmLdRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/NFmhJYPIHfY/s72-c/IMG_2348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6611893763819606148</id><published>2008-09-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:46:50.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An example of new car syndrome:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/hax/379173_hax916.html"&gt;Dear Carolyn:&lt;/a&gt; I sit here at the beginning of another year of law school, but find myself feeling incredibly alone and unfulfilled. Most of my friends from college have gone their separate ways, gotten engaged or married, gotten used to me being elsewhere, and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my mid-20s and I feel like I've accomplished nothing. A terrible bout of depression kept me from really engaging in anything substantial in college, and these days, the things that used to interest me no longer do. Maybe people are just better at faking interest at what they do than I am, but if you told me when I was 15 this was what my life was going to look like, I'd have been shocked. I just don't know what to do. I'm tired of a life unlived.&lt;br /&gt;-- Va.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Va.: I hope you're still in treatment for the depression, at minimum having someone you talk to who can monitor your condition.&lt;br /&gt;As for the lives your friends are living, please don't put too much stock in appearances. People are up, people are down, many are both at the same time -- but few are letting it all play out in full view.&lt;br /&gt;That's why looking over your shoulder is of very limited use in assessing your place in life. Not only are you not seeing the whole picture, but it's also someone else's picture. The only thing that matters is the way your life fits when you're the one wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;If your life doesn't resemble what you had in mind, you're in plentiful company. Depression can certainly add to any disappointment you feel, too: It affects both your ability to enjoy the moment and your ability to see where that moment is leading. That's why treatment is so important. It can help you sort out whether it's your life that needs fixing, or just your depression-tinged perception of it.&lt;br /&gt;I also would suggest making basic, physical adjustments to boost your outlook, and specifically help fend off depression. If you're healthy enough for it, get regular exercise. Get enough sleep. Eat well. To the best of your ability, will yourself to do these things.&lt;br /&gt;Then, slowly, one move at a time, start looking around for fulfilling new things you can do with your time. If nothing appeals to you, try do-gooding just so you get the buzz of doing good. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;And finally, give yourself a credible narrative for where you are in life right now. You haven't failed to live your life, and it's not as if you haven't accomplished anything; you're simply immersed, temporarily, in the pursuit of a long-term goal. It's not failure to bloom, it's a bloom of delayed gratification.&lt;br /&gt;If your concern is that the gratification will never come, start taking small, practical steps toward planning your life after graduation. Ask yourself what you would consider a fulfilling life purpose -- advancing a cause, say, or protecting the vulnerable, or making great piles of money -- and then narrow your focus on the career path that would take you there. Having a steeple to chase, even if you end up changing direction later, can do so much when you feel a bit lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6611893763819606148?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6611893763819606148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6611893763819606148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6611893763819606148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6611893763819606148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/example-of-new-car-syndrome.html' title='An example of new car syndrome:'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2679706458930431369</id><published>2008-09-09T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:47:15.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love/Hate Relationship with Portland</title><content type='html'>The roomie and I went to Portland for the weekend to visit a good friend of mine from way back in my youth (aka high school). It was a lot of fun since it had been a while since I had been in Portland and since Maegan and I had hung out in general. It is always nice just to get away for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "hate" part of Portland is basically whittled down to the speed limit (never has that term seem so appropriate) and the fact that most bars close at 1am at the latest. There seemed to be other things that were bothersome to us at the time, but I can't recall the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "love" part, well there are so many things that I love about the city. And perhaps simply because it isn't home is what makes it seem so much fun. Or perhaps because it really is just that cool. Either way, always makes for a good weekend. I definitely for see more trips down there in the future. It is much easier now that I have a car and not in school anymore. Plus with Les and Maegan in the same place, there is no excuse for me not to be there more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite moments:&lt;/div&gt;(mmmm... beer and doughnuts, life is good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1sTjlAjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oys1woPT18s/s1600-h/Maegan+squared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244078588887892530" style="CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1sTjlAjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oys1woPT18s/s200/Maegan+squared.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1suPZWJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3v5QKlxv9oI/s1600-h/The+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244078596050999442" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1suPZWJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/3v5QKlxv9oI/s200/The+boys.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1tWJdlPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/j22iWsecGvU/s1600-h/Victor+outside+the+VooDoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244078606763529458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1tWJdlPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/j22iWsecGvU/s200/Victor+outside+the+VooDoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1tpmBicI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hsrWn-2PaFA/s1600-h/VooDoo+Doughnuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244078611983600066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1tpmBicI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hsrWn-2PaFA/s200/VooDoo+Doughnuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2679706458930431369?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2679706458930431369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2679706458930431369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2679706458930431369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2679706458930431369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/lovehate-relationship-with-portland.html' title='Love/Hate Relationship with Portland'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SMa1sTjlAjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/oys1woPT18s/s72-c/Maegan+squared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2760535581882536087</id><published>2008-09-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:43:25.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, God, what a bitch ...</title><content type='html'>Everything seemed to line-up that I should write about the new 90210.  I was just going to let it go, slip under my blog radar, since I knew that everyone else would be talking about it.  But I couldn't, not after reading this &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/2008/09/the_bechdel_rule_1.html"&gt;cool article* &lt;/a&gt;a friend sent or reading &lt;a href="http://writergrl.livejournal.com/433902.html"&gt;Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dessen's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been getting pretty psyched for a while knowing that they were going to make a new 90210. I got increasingly excited when I knew that Rob Thomas (no, not &lt;a href="http://imgsrv.fresh1027.com/image/wnew2/UserFiles/Image/artists/rob_thomas2.jpg"&gt;that one&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0859432/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;) was going to be writing it. Hello- we are all aware of my my LOVE for all things Veronica Mars  (Logan ... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;woon&lt;/span&gt;). Then to hear that first Donna (oh, Tori why did you have to pull out of the show?) and Kelly and then Brenda (!) were all going to come back.  I was excited. Plus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shanae&lt;/span&gt; Grimes (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Degrassi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TNG&lt;/span&gt; alum) was also apart of the show, which was fun to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, I was a bit disappointed. I knew that it wouldn't be the same as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; version.  But it didn't even seem that good. It seemed that it was trying too hard to be like all other "successful" teen dramas.  It had the trashiness of Gossip Girl (which is basically Sex and the City for 13 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;) and the "hip -indie music" and parental story line like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;.   It just seemed like they were using a formula, which we all know never works.  I was also expecting a little more wit and dry humor, since that is Rob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Thomas's&lt;/span&gt; M.O. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead there was none. It was just sort of blah. The only parts that I enjoyed were ones that tied into the old story. Seeing Brenda not being a bitch, Kelly and her teenage sister. The Peach Pit.  Plus, okay- I know its is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;WBHS&lt;/span&gt; and all, but what high school would allow their students to perform "Spring Awakening"?  At my H.S. parents were up in arms about saying the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;skank&lt;/span&gt;" when it was part of the title of a song in the dance show ("&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rockafella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Skank&lt;/span&gt;," to be exact). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, now everyone and their brother is going to try and figure out what Spring Awakening even is and then they will invade the showing of it, here in November.  I already have to deal with people who think it is okay to wear jeans to the theatre, I don't need teeny-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;bopper&lt;/span&gt; wannabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nBkRtf2Jts&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9nBkRtf2Jts&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I wish I had such basic standards for TV shows/movies.  Rather I just live by the "that's stupid" rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2760535581882536087?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2760535581882536087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2760535581882536087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2760535581882536087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2760535581882536087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-god-what-bitch.html' title='Oh, God, what a bitch ...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5287330599435310888</id><published>2008-09-02T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:47:55.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Familia</title><content type='html'>So, I was going to write about my weekend with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phobester&lt;/span&gt; in town, going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bumbershoot&lt;/span&gt;, the small size of the curly fries and elephant ears, and teeny-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boppers&lt;/span&gt; galore. But then after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; with my cousin, I decided to write about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some what I can assume was some "for fun" research my cousin came across an album cover and blurb about my real grandfather when he was the guitarist for Merle Haggard. It is pretty cool and fascinating that my grandfather did this, even if it was after my g-ma and him divorced and wasn't a part of the family any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is all sort of surreal though to think that someone, who I have (had ... he has been dead for like 30 years) blood ties to was sorta famous. And not in the obscure famous Irish jockey or that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Foster"&gt;guy who wrote&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Old_Kentucky_Home_State_Park"&gt;My Old Kentucky Home&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Camptown&lt;/span&gt; Races" (both my relatives). I can say Merle Haggard and not have to explain really who he is or sing the song (camp town ladies sing that song, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also sort of interesting that it wasn't until these past few years that anyone in my family talked about it. It was never mentioned when either Evan or I did our family history projects. Or even when I retold (and told and told) my story of being mere feet away from Merle. To think, I could have yelled something along the lines of "I am Bobby Wayne's granddaughter" and I might have gotten a response. In reality, I might have gotten a blank stare - that man, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' old. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I suppose in the end it all makes sense, no one wants to really talk about a man who was an alcoholic and not a part of the family. Especially if he was semi-successful afterward. Logically it all makes sense why it took this long to become any sort of conversation topic. He's not exactly someone that my family wants to glorify - nor do I really think he should be, either. I suppose the acknowledgment of it all that I am getting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose we wouldn't be a family though if there still weren't untold stories or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;skeletons&lt;/span&gt; hanging around in the closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SL18Gs2hTzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Uv6PxbX2WmY/s1600-h/Hag-Totally9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241481995890020146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SL18Gs2hTzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Uv6PxbX2WmY/s200/Hag-Totally9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SL18GooDL2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/oT9xkxfBr_8/s1600-h/Hag-Totally1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241481994755583842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SL18GooDL2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/oT9xkxfBr_8/s200/Hag-Totally1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5287330599435310888?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5287330599435310888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5287330599435310888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5287330599435310888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5287330599435310888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/09/mi-familia.html' title='Mi Familia'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SL18Gs2hTzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Uv6PxbX2WmY/s72-c/Hag-Totally9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6483708544187592512</id><published>2008-08-28T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:17:52.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Succcckkkkkaaaaa</title><content type='html'>So, it is no secret that I like tv shows. I was practically raised on tv and I mean that in the least latch-key kid sense. But, in a way its true. I grew up on Nick at Nite, and Nickelodeon. I was that girl who was glued to the WB during its heyday. Must See TV, there I was. It's New to You, that was where I could be found in the summer (with my parents as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for most TV shows that I watch. I can get sucked into basically anything. Well I take that back, there are shows that I can't watch. Dr. Quinn? No, thanks. Drangonball Z? I'll pass. There are also shows that I can watch while there are on, but not get sucked in. Two and half men? I watch when on. The Family Guy? Funny, but I can live without watching every episode (just realized these are shows that my roommate has continually sucked me into).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is a rarity that I give up on a show. I still watch "Grey's Anatomy" - granted its online and in marathon format, but still I can't give up on Meredith. Though, I did stop watching Desperate Housewives and, shocker, I am not feeling "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0288937/"&gt;Degrassi&lt;/a&gt;" anymore (I feel it has jumped the shark).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where is this long tangent going? Well I seem to now get sucked into shows that have already ended by the time I get to them or are on their way out. "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412253/"&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/a&gt;," a witty and intelligent show, I did not discover (well, I had heard about it, but I in this thing called college and had a thing called a job) it until it was all on DVD. I became very angry with the "ending." Not to give anything away, but it just end, I get no closure. And now I am into "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758745/"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/a&gt;." And what is it's fate? I have to wait until Jan. to watch it and it is only going to be around for 13 more episodes. Though, if I had Direct TV, it is showing on some channel in Oct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that I would get into FNL either, I just had it on hold at the library and I got sucked into it.  I wanted them to go to State, I wanted Jason to become more independent. I love Matt's stutter/nervousness. Mrs. Coach? Yep, she is just fantastic. Who would have thought Kyle Chandler would have worked after Early Edition and those 2 guest spots on Grey's?  But he is and is doing a phenomenal job as Coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with the 5 months in between then and now and the questionable story arch, I STILL MUST WATCH. I still have to know how it ends. It is like a disease. Now, here I find myself, yet again, falling into the obsessive cycle of new tv show love. I know, so soon after FNL, what can I say, I move on quick (yeah ... right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now my new love is "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460627/"&gt;Bones.&lt;/a&gt;" Thank goodness for Hulu so I can get caught up on Season 1. But what is the deal with no Season 2 online, anywhere? And Season 3 is not even out on DVD yet (yeah, I know it is already in season 4... where have we been?). But despite that I might not even remember to watch it all the time in live time and that I'll eventually have to watch it all on DVD. That is not stopping me from watching Season 1 at warped speed and trying to figure out the timing of my Netflix queue to start on Season 2. Plus, who doesn't love David Borenaz* and Emily Deschanel does a fabulous dead pan.  Though I find it hard to believe that her character doesn't even at least least the attractiveness of Agent Booth, because, hello ... hottie alert. But we  all know that this building sexual tension will lead to something. I just have to be patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I tried to find at least some sort of clip of when he gets turned into a puppet in Season 5 of Angel. Though I don't suppose that really shows off his acting ability, but sure is funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6483708544187592512?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6483708544187592512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6483708544187592512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6483708544187592512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6483708544187592512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/succcckkkkkaaaaa.html' title='Succcckkkkkaaaaa'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-4138718823414992517</id><published>2008-08-21T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:14:59.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friday "I'm on Sugar High" Five*</title><content type='html'>1. Got out of the house for the first time in a few weeks. Well, I mean besides going to work, running and McPherson's. It was for the &lt;a href="http://www.heymarseilles.com/"&gt;Hey Marseilles &lt;/a&gt;CD release show. That band is always high energy and entertaining. Hanging out with super cool friends and eating super good hamburgers, it made for a good night. Helped start easing me out of my hermit like slump. Don't know if the funk is totally gone, but working on it. Can't help, still stressin' about money (more so then usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have been on a movie kick for this past week. Mainly because I checked out a bazillion of them from the library and all the ones I had put on hold, came all at once. So far since Saturday I have watched:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0790623/"&gt;Meet Bill&lt;/a&gt; - I liked this a lot. I liked that for once the male lead is an emotional eater. Plus who doesn't love Aaron Eckhart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0426462/"&gt;Fifty Pills&lt;/a&gt; - not really worth it, Kristen Bell is hardly in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0461770/"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/a&gt; - love. it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0075686/"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/a&gt; - for the very first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0313769/"&gt;We Were the Mulvanys&lt;/a&gt; - A pretty good representation of the book. Halmark: 1 Lifetime:0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0481141/"&gt;No Reservations&lt;/a&gt; - cute. Gotta love a romantic comedy with food and Aaron Eckhart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Still to watch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cashback (well, finish it), Smart People, In the Mood for Love, Nobody Knows, CQ, Le Divorce, Mysterious Skin (maybe - not sure if I am in mood of this one -still), Once (for the millionth time, love.it.), Dirty Pretty Things, Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason (best fight scene), D.E.B.S. and December Boys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez ... that's a lot (and not even counting the many I could be watching on Instant Watch)- maybe its a good thing I am still in hermit mood ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So I recently got into the show "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758745/"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/a&gt;." My ability to get sucked into great TV shows that are cut before their time (I know, that this isn't technically cut yet, but how many Hail Mary passes do you get in a game?). Long story short, Tony Lucca (yes, that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tony_Lucca"&gt;Tony Lucca&lt;/a&gt;, from the MMC) did a cover of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Johnston"&gt;Daniel Johnston &lt;/a&gt;song "Devil Town." And ever since Indie 103 had been playing the OG version, I've had it stuck in my head. But I like Tony's cover of it better and so I was considering buying the single (a decision that I do not take lightly - plus the library doesn't have it). However, the only way to get the song is if you buy the whole soundtrack. I don't want the whole soundtrack, I just want that song. So now I am on a fruitless search to at least find a website that will stream the song, so I can listen to it on repeat for a bit and get it out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcEEhIDdlt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zcEEhIDdlt8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I baked ... again. Crazy, I know. So many baking attempts in a matter of days. This time I wanted to make Red Velvet cupcakes. I found a recipe, and made the batter ... FROM SCRATCH. And while they turned out tasting fine, they taste like cupcakes, they didn't, however, taste like Red Velvet. There is something about the consistency that I didn't quite master. Oh well, I can always try a new recipe and give it another go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237437735303346002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SK8d3wH7d1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AVAdN8Foi-I/s200/IMG_2285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Look at what a fantastic job Rubi and I did decorating them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*The concept of the Friday Five courtesy of the wonderful Sarah Dessen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-4138718823414992517?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4138718823414992517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=4138718823414992517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4138718823414992517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4138718823414992517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-im-on-sugar-high-five.html' title='The Friday &quot;I&apos;m on Sugar High&quot; Five*'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SK8d3wH7d1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/AVAdN8Foi-I/s72-c/IMG_2285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8172600425844688413</id><published>2008-08-19T11:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:07:29.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll call it My Friends Bought Me Sushi So I Made A Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SKs1m9hpjNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RNwtW415Gd0/s1600-h/IMG_2275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236337935215332562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SKs1m9hpjNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RNwtW415Gd0/s200/IMG_2275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a pie. Can you believe it, me, baking? Well, baking something besides my great chocolate chip cookies. But anyway, I did, I made a pie. I made that pie (see the picture of the pie to the left of this sentence). And you know what else? It actually tasted pretty damn good. I didn't burn anything (well minus my arm on the stove) and it wasn't overcooked or undercooked. I successfully baked a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I live with people who are apparently anti-pie and so besides myself and Omar were the only ones to taste my first pie making adventure. Oh well, their loss right? It is also unfortunate because since I can't eat a pie in one sitting - or even in 3-4 days, parts of it started to get moldy. I think it was caused by the moisture in the plastic bag that was protecting my pie from the fruit flies that have taken over our kitchen. So alas, I had to get rid of the last 2 pieces last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, because you can't really tell from the picture, it was a peach blackberry pie. It was pretty simple recipe, just the fruit, some sugar and corn starch. Mix the ingredients and pour into already made pie crust. Presto, Change-o, pie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8172600425844688413?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8172600425844688413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8172600425844688413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8172600425844688413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8172600425844688413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/ill-call-it-my-friends-bought-me-sushi.html' title='I&apos;ll call it My Friends Bought Me Sushi So I Made A Pie'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SKs1m9hpjNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RNwtW415Gd0/s72-c/IMG_2275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-865157084446897785</id><published>2008-08-17T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:10:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Believe the  Hype</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get the whole "Twilight"phenomenon. I knew that the books were a big thing- the Harry Potter for the religious folk. Then I head that they were making it into a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; and all of a sudden it was this BFD. So I figured, okay -I'll read them. I always like to read the book before the movie. To at least be my elitist self and say "well the book is so much better. I don't understand how they could get 'x, y, and z' so wrong." I got the first book finally from the library. I gave it my requisite 50 page rule and wasn't impressed - but one to want to see what the hype is about I finished the book. Man, what a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(WARNING SPOILERS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there were just so many major points of the plot that I could not get into. Putting aside the terrible writing of Stephanie Meyer. It is an insult to the YA genre almost. It is something that i would have read in middle school -maybe late 5th grade (whatever year it was I started reading Sweet Valley High). It is just such simple writing, i had to force myself to get into the certain moments which are supposed to be high sexual tension and emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The points that really bother me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Who is Meyer to discount hundreds of years of vampire lore and legend. I mean it is common knowledge that Vampires cannot be outside during the day because they will get burned by the sun. They can't be around crucifixes, holy water, etc. But no, according to Meyer, she just takes it upon herself to change all of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) How overly dramatic/emo Bella is. I know that she is 17 and every thing is be all and end all. But even when I was 17 I didn't fall for the "oh, I love you," after a few days of knowing someone. And I definitely don't believe it now at 23. Plus she is just an idiot -I mean really, how do you know at 17 you want to be with someone for the REST of life. especially when that person is a vampire and now you are saying -no begging- to become a vampire too. Give me a break. Even Buffy and Angel which are (for at least this generation) are the quintessential human/vampire love story and Buffy didn't beg to become a vampire. Talk about your forbidden love, but they worked with it until it didn't work anymore and both moved on (eventually). And might I point out, Buffy was also a teenager when this happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I can do unrealistic. I can do vampire/human love. I did love love with Buffy was with Angel and even when she was with Spike. I read YA (Sarah Dessen, favorite author). But yet, somehow that combination does not work for me when it comes to Twilight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I can understand, that as a 23-year-old, I might not be on the same level as a 13-year-old and not be as emo as them. But two of my really good friends have read it (one read the entire series) and both loved it. I mean, use of exclamation points when describing it, loved it. I know I am a tad cynical, a little jaded when it comes to most things, but really I don't see what the big deal is. I guess I. Just. Don't. Get. It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am holding out on Riz, for when/if she finally reads it and at least feels the same way I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-865157084446897785?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/865157084446897785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=865157084446897785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/865157084446897785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/865157084446897785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-believe-hype.html' title='Don&apos;t Believe the  Hype'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-860546516184853550</id><published>2008-08-12T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:43:31.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Absolute Favorite Thing About Summer:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SKHLqS4t7rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vUyQ9cGYscY/s1600-h/9780060852023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233688169465900722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SKHLqS4t7rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vUyQ9cGYscY/s200/9780060852023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I did one of my favorite things to do during the summer: read an entire book in one day. While I am not talking about something long and in depth (like, say A Prayer for Owen Meany, that I am still 2oo pages into). It was in fact, the book, that you see to the left (more on that in a moment), The Queen of Babble Gets Hitched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, now that I am not in school anymore, I can read books in one day any time of year, but there was just something about sitting on my couch curled up with a good book all afternoon and night that made it really feel like summer. Perhaps it is from the many, many summers in which I did just that. I had a stack of books that I would try to plow through knowing, once September came along I would not be able to read any more books for fun until December. How many hours passed sitting at the Riz's house each of us reading a book, at times when we no longer played Barbies or paper dolls? Even during those years, we would still spend so many hours of our week at each other's house reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this past Saturday as I was reading my book and the Bex was reading hers, I just felt a wave of nostalgia and what I love about summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, back to the book that I read, now don't get me wrong, I still love Meg Cabot. I love that her novels are somewhat predictable and really not realistic (duh, its fiction). While I was upset that she turned Queen of Babble into a series, i was pretty satisfied with this latest book. Though let's just hope she doesn't jump the shark like she did with The Princess Diaries (really? &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Diaries-VIII-Brink-Vol/dp/B000WPMABU/ref=pd_sim_b_5"&gt;Mia using sex as a way to keep Michael&lt;/a&gt;, what happened to our strong female character). With any luck, this is is the last one, leaving us with good memories of the characters and feeling comfortable knowing that they are where they are supposed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-860546516184853550?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/860546516184853550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=860546516184853550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/860546516184853550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/860546516184853550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-absolute-favorite-thing-about-summer.html' title='My Absolute Favorite Thing About Summer:'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SKHLqS4t7rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vUyQ9cGYscY/s72-c/9780060852023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2149074463850286815</id><published>2008-08-08T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:02:45.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money can buy happiness</title><content type='html'>Why is it when you are young people are always telling you that money can't buy you happiness? Because that is a bunch of bull. I suppose we don't want our children growing up so materialistic and jaded right off the bat. We want them to have as good as a childhood as possible and don't need them to have to worry about what they have compared to other kids. But let me tell you as you get older that mindset changes completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading two different blogs today that dealt with money (&lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/bbg/blogs/2007/2008/08/would-you-rathe.html"&gt;million vs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ScarJo's&lt;/span&gt; body &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.pinkofperfection.com/2008/08/july_roundup_and_august_assign.php"&gt;what you would do if you woke up with a "plush" bank account&lt;/a&gt;) and let me tell you I would take that million over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ScarJo's&lt;/span&gt; body hands down. The stress that builds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; a bill comes, a loan payment is due and rent comes around is not fun and to not have those worries would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; make me happy. If I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ScarJo's&lt;/span&gt; body, I would then have the money to pay for it (and pay off all my loans). I would not have to stress about the costs of moving the Big Apple next year. I could finally live a little. While a million dollars would not last forever, if invested correctly, it could last me a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do the things that I wanted to do and truly enjoy them and not have the constant nagging voice in the back of my head telling me "you can't afford this; you shouldn't be doing this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should be teaching our kids -that when they are younger, money does not mean as much - but as soon as you become an adult it seems to mean everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2149074463850286815?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2149074463850286815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2149074463850286815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2149074463850286815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2149074463850286815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-can-buy-happiness.html' title='Money can buy happiness'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-9046268974450130131</id><published>2008-08-06T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:23:27.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes Me Smile:</title><content type='html'>So in an effort to change my perspective on my life, I decided to compile a list of what makes me happy. Things are in no particular order and are what are making me smile at the moment. This list could and probably will change as time goes on - perhaps I'll create an updated one every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Good Friends (old and new)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnohezX-II/AAAAAAAAAJA/mk7xm_iOVo8/s1600-h/four+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231468104069412994" style="WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="73" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnohezX-II/AAAAAAAAAJA/mk7xm_iOVo8/s200/four+square.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnohpj9ZNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zQAQvAqDrTY/s1600-h/dancing+in+the+living+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231468106957546706" style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" height="70" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnohpj9ZNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zQAQvAqDrTY/s200/dancing+in+the+living+room.jpg" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnoh2nm89I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XFNBoYXyHQI/s1600-h/us+and+jill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231468110462514130" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="80" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnoh2nm89I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XFNBoYXyHQI/s200/us+and+jill.jpg" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnqA4ZmP_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TgBVP_ErZ3I/s1600-h/Me+and+Kelsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231469743028191218" style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" height="69" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnqA4ZmP_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TgBVP_ErZ3I/s200/Me+and+Kelsey.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.spl.org/"&gt;The Seattle Public Library&lt;/a&gt; constantly providing me with tons of CDs and books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Netlfix and the 150+ movies/tv shows on my queue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) The sun -whether it is 100 degrees or 30, as long as the sun is out- I am a happy gal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Making a good batch of mojitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Laying out by the lake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Idiot-Girls-Action-Adventure-Club-Magnificent/dp/0375760911/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218046675&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Reading&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Women-Barnes-Noble-Classics/dp/1593081081/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1218046621&amp;amp;sr=1-5"&gt;good&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Moon-reissue-Sarah-Dessen/dp/0142401765/ref=pd_sim_b_2"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Listening to happy music like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ospc0oVmiDw"&gt;The Submarines&lt;/a&gt;, Phantom Planet (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyKh5piFMEI&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;w/ j. schwartzman &lt;/a&gt;...okay and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOdy6CqfobQ"&gt;maybe this w/o him&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2aC4Ew-vd_w"&gt;Ben Kweller&lt;/a&gt;, etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Going to&lt;a href="http://www.showboxonline.com/"&gt; shows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114011/"&gt;Watching&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0296166/"&gt;good&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0486259/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Discovering &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460649/"&gt;new&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412253/"&gt;televisions&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0758745/"&gt;shows&lt;/a&gt; (well new to me, anyway)&lt;br /&gt;12) Laughing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-9046268974450130131?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/9046268974450130131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=9046268974450130131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/9046268974450130131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/9046268974450130131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-makes-me-smile.html' title='What Makes Me Smile:'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SJnohezX-II/AAAAAAAAAJA/mk7xm_iOVo8/s72-c/four+square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7063289954384352387</id><published>2008-08-04T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:21:40.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These times they are a changin'</title><content type='html'>Well, so said good-bye to the &lt;a href="http://ashleysasiaadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;BFF&lt;/a&gt; this morning has she will soon embark on her journey to China.  Though technically she will still be stateside for 2.5 weeks, she has left the PNW (for the most part).  It is somewhat comforting to know that, if need to can still call and not have to worry about the 15 hour time difference (and whether or not she is on &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/useskype/"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have decided to use this time frame to make some changes in my life because of late I have been feeling continually out of sorts with most everything. And, while, yes that all could have been because two of my good friends were leaving and I feel like I am right back to junior year of college (and we all remember how that went).  But I think this time will be good time for me to stop being a SELF-FULFILLING PROPHECY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose then the biggest hurdle to over come is believing that I can stick with something longer than a month or two. That it is okay to put the extra time and effort into bettering myself for the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing I need to get over is making excuses, as I have become the Queen of Excuses when it comes to diet and exercise.  But here's the thing, there will always be friends visiting, people close to me will die, there will bad days, there will be good days, it get cold outside and rain (a lot), I will sometimes (ok-probably a lot of the time) be tired after working long days and then there will be all the other days in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, despite all of those (and the many more I could think of) excuses, I just need to really believe that  &lt;a href="http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-friday.html"&gt;I Am Worth It&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe then I will stop selling myself short in many aspects of my life, stop being so hard on myself and start believing in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa ... pretty big goals there. Maybe I should just start with my small one of trying to become a runner.  See how far that gets me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7063289954384352387?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7063289954384352387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7063289954384352387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7063289954384352387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7063289954384352387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/08/these-times-they-are-changin.html' title='These times they are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5913788325833475772</id><published>2008-07-28T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T12:02:14.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Talk Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object id="SyncLiteFS" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="355" width="425" align="middle" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11245"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9393"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://lite.SyncLive.com/SLLiteWeb/home/Player/SyncLiteFS.swf?showid=0&amp;amp;venueid=0&amp;amp;autoplay=false"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://lite.SyncLive.com/SLLiteWeb/home/Player/SyncLiteFS.swf?showid=0&amp;amp;venueid=0&amp;amp;autoplay=false"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed src="http://lite.SyncLive.com/SLLiteWeb/home/Player/SyncLiteFS.swf?showid=0&amp;venueid=0&amp;autoplay=false" width="425" height="355" quality="high" name="SyncLiteFS" align="middle" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paul is the one in the white shirt, yellow backpack -spends most of his time on the left hand side. John, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, is in black shirt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bandana&lt;/span&gt;, shades.  And Tiffany- the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt;, i believe is in a blue dress and sticks pretty close to Paul&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5913788325833475772?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5913788325833475772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5913788325833475772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5913788325833475772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5913788325833475772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/07/girl-talk-video.html' title='Girl Talk Video'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1163082932372644233</id><published>2008-07-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T11:58:43.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitol Hill - We Love It!</title><content type='html'>Friday was Capitol Hill Block Party 2008 and man, was it fun.  Much better than &lt;a href="http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-want-to-dance.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. Started off with a half-day at worked followed by wonderful happy hour drinks with friends, a crazycherry stop and then the show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there with perfect time to see U.S.E. But gotta say, was a little disappointed that the set was so short and they only played one old song.  Is it too hard to ask for a little "Emerald City" or even some "Vamos ala Playa"?  Oh well, let's just hope this means that a new album with FINALLY come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between sets of bands we wanted to see there was lots of drinking and a sign caught our attention $2 jello shots and $2 PBR. Perfect, we thought.  Not so much. Probably the worst idea ever -since the bar thought that blending cucumber and alcohol was a good idea. So not only did is just taste gross, the texture was disgusting. PBR never tasted so good after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to see Vampire Weekend, who were awesome. They played their entire album and the crowd was into them as well - which always makes a show better. Though since it was the end of the night we were all pretty tired, hungry and a little cranky, so anyone who tried to push past got elbowed (a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the BEST part of the Block Party was getting to experience Girl Talk.  Oh man - what a fun and great experience.  It was a huge dance party, something that I have not done in a while and I definitely needed it.  I can even block out the bitches next to us who kept trying to  get in front of us and the cute boy - who turned out to be jack ass and tried to push in front of us.   However, I won't forget how JEALOUS I am of my friend Paul who got to dance on stage during the show.  But I think I was also excited to see that he was back in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the best moment of the night goes to running into two old friends who I have not seen in a year and were literally talking about them earlier in the day. While we didn't get to talk for too long, it was so great to see them again and to reconnect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1163082932372644233?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1163082932372644233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1163082932372644233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1163082932372644233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1163082932372644233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/07/capitol-hill-we-love-it.html' title='Capitol Hill - We Love It!'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-9022206756195083642</id><published>2008-07-18T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:34:15.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Red Snapper Batman, they're throwing fish at us!</title><content type='html'>First off, I really wish that I could remember more witty lines from the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059968/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OG&lt;/span&gt; Ba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tman&lt;/span&gt;, but alas besides "Pow" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;" that is the only one that I can ever recall.  But that is besides the point.  Last night I went and saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0468569/"&gt;The Dark Knight &lt;/a&gt;and wow- it was amazing.  Its that type of good that when trying to describe it, I can only think of positive adjectives and nothing too specific about way it was so amazing.  There was wit and action and drama. And Heath Ledger's performance lived up to the hype.  The awesome quote from Marc &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fennell&lt;/span&gt; (as pointed out to me by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Riz&lt;/span&gt;) on &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; describes it perfectly, "Oh, and if skin-crawling performances, complex storytelling, and profound ideas don't do it for you…did I mention that the film is completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, seeing Christian Bale 6 stories high  was not bad either. It just reminded me of the day that I first saw him, at the Foothill Cinemas Theatre on a rainy day in second grade. My mom and brother went to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102802/"&gt;Rock-a-Doodle&lt;/a&gt; (which later became a question in Beyond Balderdash that no one got really right) and my dad and I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104990/"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gny7nitXEfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gny7nitXEfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-9022206756195083642?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/9022206756195083642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=9022206756195083642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/9022206756195083642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/9022206756195083642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-red-snapper-batman-theyre-throwing.html' title='Holy Red Snapper Batman, they&apos;re throwing fish at us!'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7656920413222304305</id><published>2008-07-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:02:15.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Two: Equilibrium vs. Say Anything...</title><content type='html'>So after about a month between films, since my counterpart was on a perpetual vacation, our movie watching was back on. We watched "Equilibrium" like three weeks back or something and at the time I had more insight on the film and I should have just wrote about it then. But I had wanted to wait until we watched my film choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0238380/"&gt;Equilibrium&lt;/a&gt;, its hard not to like anything Christian Bale is in (even when he is a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108265/"&gt;Nazi youth&lt;/a&gt;, you still can't help but lust). Plus Taye Diggs is a hottie. I obviously paid attention to the important parts of the film ;) While I never read 1984 or Brave New World, the parallels weren't lost on me. Though I was also thinking about how it also seemed to have undertones of how over medicated America was/is when it comes to dealing with mental health issues. But I could be reading way too much into it and I am too lazy to do actual research to figure out if this is an actual theory.  Also, it wasn't so much that they didn't have emotion but rather it was compassion or other similar feelings right? Because there was obviously feelings of anger and vindication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it a 3 out 5 ... probably only really watch it again because it is Christian Bale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098258/"&gt;"Say Anything ..."&lt;/a&gt; there is a lot that I could say about this film and after watching it again, for what has been probably years since I last saw it I came to realize that this movie shaped more of my perspective on life than I thought.  I first saw it right after I had graduated high school, was going to move to Seattle and it just seemed like perfect timing.  It doesn't even bother me that Lloyd basically revolves his life around her - and coming from a commitment-phobe like myself - that is saying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it has such quintessential lines like "I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen" and "I'm Lloyd Dobler."  For me, its the type of movie that makes me smile most of the way through, no matter how many times I watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7656920413222304305?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7656920413222304305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7656920413222304305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7656920413222304305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7656920413222304305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/07/round-two-equilibrium-vs-say-anything.html' title='Round Two: Equilibrium vs. Say Anything...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2482901979223079355</id><published>2008-06-25T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:29:38.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City girl meets the great outdoors</title><content type='html'>So, this past weekend I (along with my nearest and dearest) went camping at Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt;. One fact that we quickly learned was that Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Easton&lt;/span&gt; is not the HUGE lake that we always pass when visiting the 'burg. However, it is still a nice and beautiful area. Camping was lots of fun, though I don't think I could do more than one night of it. Let's face it anymore and I really would have become Negative Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just spoiled growing up and camping in warm areas with the beach, a pool, hot non-pay shows, air mattresses, tire swing that didn't make you throw up after being on it, air mattresses (yep, it goes twice, my back hurt that much after one night of ground sleeping) and parents who provided all meals and such for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well though not everyone has to love the outdoors and I did only end up with one bug bite, a success in my book.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855533433307346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SGJw-Q4MQNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H2Qq-Vx7pHE/s200/camping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;epitomizes&lt;/span&gt; what Ash and I did the whole trip (though we totally took down her tent and were so awesome and got it back into the tiny little bag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo courtesy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2482901979223079355?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2482901979223079355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2482901979223079355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2482901979223079355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2482901979223079355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/06/city-girl-meets-great-outdoors.html' title='City girl meets the great outdoors'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SGJw-Q4MQNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/H2Qq-Vx7pHE/s72-c/camping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1769260505013275818</id><published>2008-06-19T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:32:35.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the teaching begin</title><content type='html'>So a friend and I decided that we were going to teach other the merits of the movie genres that we are the most knowledgeable in. He is informing me of the greatest of Chinese cinema (starting off with John Woo) and I of course, am teaching him the ways of the great romantic comedies (with focus on the early mid-nineties).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to start it off pretty basic, he brought &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119094/"&gt;Face/Off &lt;/a&gt;to the table and I decided to show &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112697/"&gt;Clueless&lt;/a&gt;.  Since the only John Woo film, I ever saw was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0338337/"&gt;Paycheck&lt;/a&gt;, my standards for his movies were set pretty low.  And after all is said and done I really liked Face/Off.  I liked the bad-assness of the two guns, and that with the exception of one of the extras, none of the females  were passive.  So that was a major plus for it. Then, of course, I started to over think that whole line about how their face transplants would just be temporary- so wouldn't there be complications eventually down the road, if they had to stay with the same faces?  I suppose then it is a good thing the whole thing only took place in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I would say, that is was a 4 out of 5.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't think that I really need to share my love for Clueless, since I am sure by now it is apparent.  So instead to show my love for the film, I will point out three scenes/lines that made the trailer but not the actual film.&lt;br /&gt;1) In the beginning Cher says "they were sitting on mismatched chairs ..."&lt;br /&gt;2) When Cher, Ty and Dione are at the restaurant Cher says "I'm not a prude or anything..."&lt;br /&gt;3) The scene in the bathroom with Cher, Amber and Dione and Cher turns to Amber and says "Is big hair in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all true- watch the trailer and then the movie and compare.  You will see that I am right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHDcD_xhwAo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yHDcD_xhwAo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1769260505013275818?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1769260505013275818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1769260505013275818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1769260505013275818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1769260505013275818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-teaching-begin.html' title='Let the teaching begin'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8344506133412388580</id><published>2008-06-15T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T11:59:13.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years ....</title><content type='html'>After multiple conversations with friends and feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;, I wanted to find out how long I had continually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kept up&lt;/span&gt; a blog or online journal. As of this July, it will be 6 years ... that's such a long time. I suppose it is because I find it easier to type than write since my mind seems to go faster than my hand. It is always so interesting to look back at the type of person that you were and what was important to post out to the public and the things you kept private. Let me tell you, there wasn't a lot I kept secret in those first few years of blogging. I used my first online journal to basically talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; and anything often times things that I should have kept to myself. Looking back, I can't help but think, "man, maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have been my friend either." But then again if I hadn't acted certain ways and if others hadn't acted the way they had then I wouldn't be who I am or where I am. So in a way, my big mouth did me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is to another 6 years ... which will be the longest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; that I'll have had to anything so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8344506133412388580?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8344506133412388580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8344506133412388580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8344506133412388580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8344506133412388580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-years.html' title='6 years ....'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5055064443108051914</id><published>2008-06-05T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T07:48:46.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/hax/365617_hax605.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Carolyn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never thought of looking at things like that! Do you really suggest going into a relationship thinking about the worst-case scenario?&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Idea:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course it's brilliant. Cheez.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously -- it's considered irresponsible to make any big decision without mentally walking yourself through the worst-case scenario. With any investment, you have to consider the risk. To avoid thinking this way with a relationship because doubts seem "mean" is, I think, the equivalent of choosing to shut off half your brain, arguably when you need it most.&lt;br /&gt;Will asking yourself this question prevent all mistakes? No. All this can do is weed out the ones you already know are capable of taking prisoners and/or cheap shots. Almost everyone who gets out of a bad relationship will admit to having seen something was wrong long before choosing to get out. When there's an easy way to pre-empt a whole lot of bad decisions in one stroke, use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5055064443108051914?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5055064443108051914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5055064443108051914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5055064443108051914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5055064443108051914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/06/word.html' title='word.'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8368199141409971092</id><published>2008-06-04T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T08:05:59.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll laugh again when something is really funny</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a good weekend, one of those weekend you think back on a year later and still think that it was one of the best, despite the fact that many other ones have passed since then. It was also one of those weekends that also, you'll never know how good it was unless you were there to be a part of it. So since I won't be able to accurately describe it, I'll describe the more tangible aspects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see two fabulous movies (oh and I supposed a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0790721/"&gt;terrible&lt;/a&gt; one as well). First off, I got to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0486259/"&gt;American Teen&lt;/a&gt; for free thanks to the hard work of the roomie. This was an amzing documentary about teens in a high school in Indiana. There were times when my heart just swelled and broke with the teens. I recommend that everyone go and see it when it gets released in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to see&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/"&gt; Sex and the City&lt;/a&gt; with the girls and it was a glorious 2 hours and 26 mins. I laughed and I cried and fell back in love with my favorite girls all over again. Though not to spoil it for anyone who hasn't seen it yet, I wish that Jennifer Hudson had a bigger role, because she was just wonderful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                            Happy 23rd Birthday Leslie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2548836104_1b3f4c2095_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8368199141409971092?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8368199141409971092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8368199141409971092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8368199141409971092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8368199141409971092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/06/youll-laugh-again-when-something-is.html' title='You&apos;ll laugh again when something is really funny'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2548836104_1b3f4c2095_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3862030733449022830</id><published>2008-05-29T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:38:31.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I caved</title><content type='html'>In my defense (excuse) I am fighting off a cold, can count on one hand with fingers left over the times that I have had ice cream in the last two months and I have been fighting this craving for the past week. Please don't judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SD8F6rMI50I/AAAAAAAAAIk/KOULIwa7B9k/s1600-h/IMG_1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205886199847774018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SD8F6rMI50I/AAAAAAAAAIk/KOULIwa7B9k/s200/IMG_1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. at least I am drinking OJ and since I already take vitamins so I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; getting my Vitamin C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3862030733449022830?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3862030733449022830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3862030733449022830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3862030733449022830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3862030733449022830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-caved.html' title='I caved'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SD8F6rMI50I/AAAAAAAAAIk/KOULIwa7B9k/s72-c/IMG_1888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7742088501478441881</id><published>2008-05-27T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T16:24:54.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An epic entry for an epic weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love three day weekends for the sole reason that it means I don't work on a day that I normally would. Here's a recap of a great Memorial Day weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night got started off nice with margaritas and game night, in which Team &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SoCal&lt;/span&gt; won, not once but twice at Cranium WOW (my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;. edition). Though too many margaritas later led to passing out on the floor and having weird dreams and I am pretty I did some minor sleep walk/talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too hungover to go to water aerobics. Though did walk around in the wonderful sun for about 1.5 hours, so I got my work out in for the day and felt less gross about the amount of drinking I had. I did have to do a semi-walk of shame -alcohol in hand-something which proud to say have not had to too much in my life. Saturday also involved seeing a friend I hadn't seen in a while, eating really good food and helping the Ash clean out her closet and the crazy discoveries that ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was THE day of the weekend. Rubi, Ash and I headed over to the Gorge for Sasquatch, bright and early. We got there in plenty of time and just in time as the down pour started. But I wasn't a Girl Scout for nothing and pulled a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McGuyver&lt;/span&gt; and fancied a poncho out of the recycling bags. Okay, so maybe it wasn't developing a roll of film in orange juice and milk, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling down with food and drinks we watched as &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Wz79goWQrYU"&gt;Blue Scholars &lt;/a&gt;took the main stage. They always put on a great show no matter the size of the crowd. I have seen them at the smallest of venues and the biggest and each time they never disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=-y9rGokokkc"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tegan&lt;/span&gt; and Sara&lt;/a&gt;, who were so awesome. This was the first time that I had seen them live and they were just amazing. Their stage banter was fun and witty, plus they have great Canadian accents, what more could you want? They also played a good mix of new and old song, and while they didn't play some of my all-time favorites, I won't hold it against them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cold War Kids followed and despite opening with a really slow song the rest of the set was up beat and fun. They played did play my favorite song of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;their's&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=8rfDvpfC2bw"&gt;We Used to Vacation Here&lt;/a&gt;," and was a good set over all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wookie&lt;/span&gt; Stage with plenty of time before &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=CyklQsElw6s"&gt;Mates of State&lt;/a&gt; came on stage. Man, they are so much fun. I really dig their music and it was good to here stuff off their new album. Plus their closed with my new favorite song, which again, a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one bummer of the day was that we didn't get to see &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=jMO3iLq_kAU"&gt;The Kooks&lt;/a&gt; because they were being such divas about their sound check. They were setting up for over 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. So we had to say "peace" and head back to the main stage to see, my main reason for going, Death Cab for Cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw Death Cab, it was in a small venue, but seeing them at The Gorge was awesome. Despite Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gibbard's&lt;/span&gt; need for a hair cut and overly dramatic instrumental parts the show was amazing. How did they know to play my two favorite songs &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=mxgDxZEKAe0"&gt;Crooked Teeth &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=tInDoGtKBs4"&gt;The Sound of Settling&lt;/a&gt; back-to-back? It must have been kismet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed for one song of The Cure.... but man are they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; dramatic and dreary. So we booked back to the 'Burg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that one of the best part of weekends was just hanging out with the girls, something that hasn't happened a lot lately and so just being present and enjoying the moment was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This day involved mostly eating, sleeping and dreading the prospect of work. Though I did finally watch the finales of Grey's and Ugly Betty. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tres&lt;/span&gt; exciting, hopefully things get back to the way they were on Grey's and that Betty when to Rome with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gio&lt;/span&gt; .... because it would be so ridiculous and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-Betty-like for her to marry Henry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall People Watching Observations:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have never seen so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;iphones&lt;/span&gt; in my life, especially on people who dress and act as though they are too cool for expensive gadgets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why oh why would you walk around barefoot at The Gorge, do you really think that it is sanitary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When did it become so cool to smoke cigarettes? I swear everyone and the mother was a chain smoker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average age of the people there had to be like 15. Seriously? Who let's their 15 year old go to an all-day/weekend festival by themselves? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7742088501478441881?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7742088501478441881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7742088501478441881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7742088501478441881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7742088501478441881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/05/epic-entry-for-epic-weekend.html' title='An epic entry for an epic weekend'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5959586939938796254</id><published>2008-05-23T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:13:38.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're soaring, we're flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOsyUhW2Ru8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aOsyUhW2Ru8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this obviously wasn't the video from the production of High School Musical that I saw last night, but it was the closest that I could find that could accurately depict what the experience was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sure lucked out last night when I got to see the live production of High School Musical for free. It was really good, it was one of those times when you find yourself smiling at all your favorite parts and using all your might not to jump up and sing along. And it didn't matter that I am not a tween, nor have been for quite some time now because there were people of all ages there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stage production is different from the movie, which at a few times bothered me, but for the most part I embraced the differences. There were quips and modernized lines that got added in that are the great part about seeing a musical. Plus I loved that they made the role of Ms. Darbis bigger and the tension between her and Coach Bolton was good. There were some new songs, which were okay, but like the little girl sitting behind me said "I don't know this one, I can't sing along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this leads into my one complaint about the show, which was this bitchy usher who made the above mentioned little girl cry. During the first act, the little girl (who is at most 5) was singing along to the songs, and it wasn't loud, obnoxious singing, just quiet enough that you could tell she was doing it, but not disruptive at all. Apparently it was bothering the usher who came by at intermission and said "I hear we have a little singer [looks at the little girl and then at her parents] and I have to ask her to stop because people paid to to hear a show and she is being disruptive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents then have to tell the girl that she can't sing and she looks like she is on the verge of tears. So the family in front of her tells the usher that the singing is fine and it isn't bothering them. My friend and I chimed in as well asking who would complain about that and we didn't mind either that she was singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bitch said "Well no one was complaining, we just can't have her singing people paid for the show to hear the people on stage sing." Well, we all rallied around this little girl and told her to move towards the the middle of the row and that she could sing if she wanted to because it didn't bother us. So that's what her parents did and she continued to sing through the second act (well minus the song that was new).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, who gets their jollies out of making little girls cry when no one is complaining about her singing in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5959586939938796254?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5959586939938796254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5959586939938796254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5959586939938796254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5959586939938796254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/05/were-soaring-were-flying.html' title='We&apos;re soaring, we&apos;re flying'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6017891838193361306</id><published>2008-05-21T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:54:25.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The zah-zah-zuu feeling</title><content type='html'>Reading an article in &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20200120,00.html"&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;/a&gt; about the new &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1000774/"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/a&gt; movie got me thinking about the quote or rather noise that Carrie makes when talking about how she feels for Berger. And while, I think that what Carrie calls it is lame, it still makes me realize how much  I miss that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that weak in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;knees&lt;/span&gt;, butterflies, stomach drops to the floor feeling. It is the feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; that you can feel even after the moment has passed and you are just reliving that moment.  The times when you get goosebumps at the slightest touch or just being inches away from that person. And it is totally different from just feeling nervous around someone you might be interested in, its like in its own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; of emotions that just makes you smile just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I have only had that feeling with two different people in my life (though countless times with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show and book characters) and it always led to bits of drama and also distracted me too much from more important things;  I still really like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not to say that I want that feeling back now (though obviously never opposed to it) because are going the way I want them too now. I am starting to feel better about who I am as a person and things I can do change what I am unhappy with to become happier.  My friendships are doing good, plus with one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; leaving for China, I want to spend as much time with her. And things are at point where it is all going pretty well, and why rock the boat?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6017891838193361306?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6017891838193361306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6017891838193361306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6017891838193361306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6017891838193361306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/05/zah-zah-zuu-feeling.html' title='The zah-zah-zuu feeling'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3619531920170737001</id><published>2008-05-15T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:56:46.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Su-ummmer Niii-ights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSVEed2wTlU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bSVEed2wTlU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well technically its not summer yet, but man did last night sure feel like it. Maybe it was because it was a little humid (as my roommate pointed out) or just the fact that it wasn't freezing. Or maybe knowing that sun is supposed to show its face starting today, making Friday a warm and wonderful day. But either way there was an excitment in the air that just felt like summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come this Christmas instead of being with the family I will be with friends in Mexico! Yeah, it is sad that I won't see the familia, but there was bound to be a time when I wouldn't be able to go home for that, might as well be now. So come Christmas day, mis amigos y yo will be flying down to warm weather and sun. Let's just hope we don't all hate each other by then, otherwise, man what an awkward flight(s)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3619531920170737001?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3619531920170737001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3619531920170737001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3619531920170737001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3619531920170737001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/05/those-su-ummmer-niii-ights.html' title='Those Su-ummmer Niii-ights...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7962450587876621900</id><published>2008-05-12T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:11:07.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCnLUUfKNNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g_ousPMbFiE/s1600-h/DSCF1473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199910794733171922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCnLUUfKNNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g_ousPMbFiE/s200/DSCF1473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am now the proud owner of my very first car. Scary concept right? Considering I always figured I would never own a car until I was responsible for more than just myself, this is a big change for me. But maybe it will be good. Just another "adult" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for me to master. But can I just say that it is lame that I had to get a car when gas prices are so outrageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, the 'rents came to visit this past weekend, which was a lot of fun. Though it just seemed like another excuse I found for myself to take a break from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; and portion control and just eating better foods in general. Though it is true that I don't always eat Red Velvet Cupcakes for breakfast (so yummy!). I didn't need to have a cookie, rum and cokes and kettle corn as my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't quite make the goal that I wanted, so my lovely j crew flip-flops will stay in their box until next week. But I am not going to let that get me down. Well, beyond the three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt; of "aw man" feeling I had yesterday. But I am getting better. And if anything the best outcome of all of this is that I like myself a whole lot more and I get back into working out again, which are pretty awesome outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something that I came across recently that I have adopted as my new motto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you broke a plate from your favorite set of china - would you then go break the rest of the entire set, or would you mourn the loss of that one plate and move on?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7962450587876621900?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7962450587876621900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7962450587876621900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7962450587876621900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7962450587876621900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/05/matter-of-perspective.html' title='A matter of perspective'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCnLUUfKNNI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g_ousPMbFiE/s72-c/DSCF1473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1228599611163929745</id><published>2008-05-08T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:39:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back: A Megan Story</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have updated, life has seem to gotten much busier than I could have ever imagined. There have birthdays, wedding and a funeral, plus just the general excitement that has become my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198037534998282370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMjmQK4QII/AAAAAAAAAG8/SE8KvyV0FXU/s200/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Stalked Aaron Eckhart at the Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198044372586217746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMp0QK4QRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MD09qPt7308/s200/2306110372_51325df53d_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned a new skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198042950952042754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMohgK4QQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/50Qkji4UPKI/s200/2383711893_6b5f506526_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Attended the best wedding to ever occur in the 'Burg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198038351042068626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMkVwK4QJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VZu6yqT_DrI/s200/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Celebrated the birth of my good friend Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198038956632457378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMk5AK4QKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fJ0Hc01HAPk/s200/2428846656_977a9c1fb3_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Road tripped to Portland for a weekend of fun for Maegan's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198039545042976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMlbQK4QLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/aYvlB-xJUH4/s200/exploding+every+where.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Witnessed one the crazier 21st birthdays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMnCwK4QPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QewYe3Vbruk/s1600-h/we+love+you+papa+joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198041323159437554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMnCwK4QPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/QewYe3Vbruk/s200/we+love+you+papa+joe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMmlQK4QOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2NNo0pTjv7g/s1600-h/the+family+on+the+porch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198040816353296610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMmlQK4QOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2NNo0pTjv7g/s200/the+family+on+the+porch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMmkwK4QNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JcG5jIg4PXk/s1600-h/me+and+my+drunk+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198040807763362002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMmkwK4QNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JcG5jIg4PXk/s200/me+and+my+drunk+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said good-bye to Papa* -- but reunited with family and hung out with a drunk Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I can't figure out how to get this picture not turned on its side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1228599611163929745?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1228599611163929745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1228599611163929745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1228599611163929745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1228599611163929745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back-megan-story.html' title='I&apos;m back: A Megan Story'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/SCMjmQK4QII/AAAAAAAAAG8/SE8KvyV0FXU/s72-c/Picture+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-4522250570955226414</id><published>2008-02-25T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:17:57.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My reign is over</title><content type='html'>So after 4 years of being at the top, I have fallen to tie for 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; place in the annual Oscar Pool. Though it does not feel too terrible, and I am okay with my friend that won.  And I was also happy with the awards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ceremony&lt;/span&gt; itself. Jon Stewart was much better this year than two years ago. It might have been a little lackluster when it came to the speeches with no jumping over seats, kissing presenters or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;political&lt;/span&gt; commentary, but you, know that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; as well. It was a nice little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ceremony&lt;/span&gt;.  Though hands down my favorite part (well next to Jonah Hill and Seth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rogan&lt;/span&gt;) was when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Glan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hansard&lt;/span&gt; and Marketa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Irglova&lt;/span&gt; performed. It was just magical and the fact that they won was even more perfect. It was the only time that there was absolute silence in my house during the entire 4 hours we were watching the show.  It really made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLJobVC7uR4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLJobVC7uR4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-4522250570955226414?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4522250570955226414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=4522250570955226414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4522250570955226414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4522250570955226414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-reign-is-over.html' title='My reign is over'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8667022213181002307</id><published>2008-02-15T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:28:35.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, there is a lot going on in the world that I want to pontificate about and instead of picking just one thing, I'll give you a list. Sort of like &lt;a href="http://writergrl.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sarah Dessen's Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;, but less Barry Manilow and more stupid people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It was brought to my attention by my cousin at William &amp;amp; Mary all the shady, unethical activity going down there with the &lt;a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5gPMOPpzQ0m3QwT7VoT3MnI46-RawD8UP4ER80"&gt;President resigning&lt;/a&gt;. Obviously, I think that he should not have been forced out of his job and what I still can't get is how people do not understand the concept of separation between church and state and also the First Amendment. But I think what really riles me is that then of course, idiot-woman &lt;a href="http://michellemalkin.com/2008/02/12/william-and-mary-president-resigns-in-disgrace/"&gt;Michelle Malkin blogs&lt;/a&gt; about it. I don't know what it is about this woman, but I just can't stand her and I have no respect for her whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I had a revelation last night (as I was tossing and turning for three hours not sleeping) I have reached a point where I find it very hard to be surprised or held in suspense when it comes to movies, tv shows or books. I have started watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412253/"&gt;Veronica Mars &lt;/a&gt;(thanks, Seattle Public Library) and while I am enjoying the show so far, I found myself not being surprised at all by the "twists" the show takes. Well, there have been a few instances where I couldn't specifically call it, I knew the general gist of what was going to happen. Maybe its because I chose the same genre of shows, books and movies, thus making the formula the same each time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) They changed bus drivers on me and I don't like it. So with the new updated schedule for some buses (thank goodness not mine) it changed some bus drivers and let me just say the ones that are driving the #14 when I take it are not as friendly as the others. Sure, the morning guy's driving was a little jerky at times, but he was so friendly and knew people who rode his bus, it didn't really matter. And the guy who drives evening one, was just as nice often times extending the ride-free zone at times when the bus was too packed to make it to the front to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Speaking of religious objections. In &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/351462_pill16.html"&gt;Washington it was just passed&lt;/a&gt; that pharmacists are still allowed to refuse to give out Plan B if they have moral or religious objections. Really? Really now? Who are you to impose your religious beliefs onto another person. Do the job you got hired for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) on alighter note. I spent part of my night yesterday watching my roommate become 10 years younger .... okay this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before and After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R7Y3eEavzcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Il4BkdKT3p8/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167378612175752642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R7Y3eEavzcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Il4BkdKT3p8/s200/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R7Y4IEavzeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H6AXqqR9KYU/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167379333730258402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R7Y4IEavzeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/H6AXqqR9KYU/s200/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8667022213181002307?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8667022213181002307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8667022213181002307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8667022213181002307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8667022213181002307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R7Y3eEavzcI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Il4BkdKT3p8/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7786133712716481896</id><published>2008-01-31T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:16:38.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At what cost?</title><content type='html'>The past week &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/victoryandruins/"&gt;The Seattle Times has run a series on the University of Washington's 2000, Rose Bowl winning, football team.&lt;/a&gt; Some of these team members included a rapist, a attempted murderer and a man who repeatedly beat his wife. I don't want to delve too much into the articles because they are something that everyone should read for themselves because they are truly fascinating articles. I wouldn't be surprised if they got a Pulitzer nomination (if not win).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what these articles also did besides spurn lots of anger and frustration towards the UW, the football players, the King County prosecutors, the media and everyone else in Seattle during the time, it got people talking. And it has led to the discussion of course of how much more important is athletics to other activities and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent debate that two friends had the other night has stuck with me ever since I heard it. And what has really got me was the use of the word "commitment." I have no doubt in my mind that being a student-athlete is difficult and that athletes are committed to their sport. I know that being an athlete does not stop at the end of the game or practice and that at any moment, if you mess up, someone is ready there to take over your spot. That is a lot of pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't tell me that an athlete is more committed to their sport than I or others were/are committed to the newspaper. For three years the newspaper was my life. I missed birthdays, meals, hours (and hours) of sleep, classes, going to movies, concerts and all sorts of other things that you do with friends. I pulled all-nighters to make sure that the paper got published at time. Articles came home with me, I dreamt about layout nights! I prepared over the summer the upcoming year. I got into fights with friends over the newspaper. Please don't tell me I am not as committed as an athlete is to his/her sport. And I did it out of my passion for the paper, since unlike athletes I did not get a full ride. Yes, I did get some money taken off of my tuition, but my last year at the paper, I like many others on the paper, had a second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And especially at SU, athletes didn't have the pressure of the admin of the university to be 100% correct and if there was one error, be sure that it was going to be pointed out to you by Student Development, the provost, the president. When was the last time Father Sundborg went to athletic event (which, is a total different issue and I think he should be going to more games and showing support). Don't mess with me about my (or others) commitment to the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not only did this series bring up the issue of commitment, but it also got me thinking even more about how unfair women's sports are treated in comparison to men's sports. I was watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0478166/"&gt;The Heart of the Game &lt;/a&gt;last night and besides the many frustrations I just became increasingly aware, that is a female student-athlete is a parent she will not get treated the same way as a male. Just, look at the UW football team, how many of them were married or had children and they still got recruited for college. But the moment that Darnellia Russell became pregnant, the college offers stopped coming. And, man, what a phenomenal basketball player she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet, we give consistent offenders, who never change, as many chances that they want because I believe that they are males, but yet here is a girl who took her second chance and ran with it. Who, raised her grades, became a better player and maintained being a mom as well and what do we give her, having to play a community college because she is now tainted goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are still people out there who think athletes are treated just fine and fair ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7786133712716481896?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7786133712716481896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7786133712716481896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7786133712716481896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7786133712716481896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-what-cost.html' title='At what cost?'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6167601501981532277</id><published>2008-01-24T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:54:33.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>As I am sure every other girl my age with a blog has done the same thing, here is me expressing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; for Heath Ledger dying.  And, I am really and truly upset about this. The 14-year-old girl that fell in celebrity love with him was crushed upon hearing the tragic news. I gasped, tears welled in my eyes and I had to stop reading the news after while, just so that I could continue on with my day.  I don't want to speculate on why/how he died until the toxicology reports are conclusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what gets me really upset is the asshole that Jack Nicholson is being. As many of you may or may not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recall&lt;/span&gt;, but about a month or so ago Jack was up in arms about how he was never asked to play the Joker in The Dark Knight or that Heath also did not ask permission to take the role. &lt;br /&gt;Give me a break, Jack   Well, in the wake of Heath's death, what does Jack say, does he offer condolences to Michelle and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Matilda&lt;/span&gt;? Any sort of sympathy for the family? Nope. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/news/wenn/2008-01-24/#2"&gt;He says "I warned him."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter much? Nothing says class, like a good old fashioned "told you so" dance on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; grave*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, go back to smoking pot, wearing sunglasses and watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Laker's&lt;/span&gt; games, its all you're good at now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I do realize that I in fact have used my own "i told you so" dance, but in the occasion of fashion and other sorts of trivial matter.  Plus, I already have an agreement with those I love of what potentially fatal acts they could do would warrant such a reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6167601501981532277?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6167601501981532277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6167601501981532277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6167601501981532277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6167601501981532277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/01/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3062398166140057097</id><published>2008-01-22T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:25:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I want to win:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So it is that time of year again, Oscar season is upon us. Let's just hope that the WGA and studios figure something out by the awards ceremony so that it does not suck this year. The nominees were announced this morning and while I have not done any of my usual research on who I am actually putting my money on, here is who I want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that either Emily Mortimer or Ryan Gosling got something for Lars and the Real Girl and it is disappointing that it only got one award nod this year. Though, I'll have to check out the Independent Spirit Awards and see if they got anything from them. And I am sure there will be more upsets but I can't think of them all right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Performance by an actor in a leading role&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;George Clooney in “Michael Clayton” (Warner Bros.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Daniel Day-Lewis in “There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax) -- This will probably be my bet for who will actually win as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Johnny Depp in “Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street” (DreamWorks and Warner Bros., Distributed by DreamWorks/Paramount) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tommy Lee Jones in “In the Valley of Elah” (Warner Independent) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Viggo Mortensen in “Eastern Promises” (Focus Features)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Performance by an actor in a supporting role&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Casey Affleck in “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” (Warner Bros.) -- This is because he didn't get nominated for "Gone, Baby, Gone" and he is an actor who has finally come into his own&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Javier Bardem in “No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Philip Seymour Hoffman in “Charlie Wilson’s War” (Universal) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hal Holbrook in “Into the Wild” (Paramount Vantage and River Road Entertainment) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tom Wilkinson in “Michael Clayton” (Warner Bros.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Performance by an actress in a leading role&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cate Blanchett in “Elizabeth: The Golden Age” (Universal) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Julie Christie in “Away from Her” (Lionsgate) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Marion Cotillard in “La Vie en Rose” (Picturehouse) -- It is a three-way tie b/c each woman did a phenomenal job (well, I haven't seen LL but it would be a safe bet that she was awesome) but the roles are so different, I don't want to have to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Linney in “The Savages” (Fox Searchlight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ellen Page in “Juno” (Fox Searchlight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Performance by an actress in a supporting role&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Cate Blanchett in “I’m Not There” (The Weinstein Company) -- As a wonderful actress, playing Bob Dylan is no easy feat and from what I heard she did a great job. I would also rather have her win the supporting role award as well. Though, Amy Ryan was not half bad in "Gone, Baby, Gone" as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ruby Dee in “American Gangster” (Universal) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saoirse Ronan in “Atonement” (Focus Features) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Amy Ryan in “Gone Baby Gone” (Miramax) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tilda Swinton in “Michael Clayton” (Warner Bros.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best animated feature film of the year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Persepolis” (Sony Pictures Classics) Marjane Satrapi and Vincent Paronnaud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Ratatouille” (Walt Disney) Brad Bird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“Surf's Up” (Sony Pictures Releasing) Ash Brannon and Chris Buck -- This was a really great film that I don't think was given enough credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in art direction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“American Gangster” (Universal)Art Direction: Arthur MaxSet Decoration: Beth A. Rubino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Atonement” (Focus Features)Art Direction: Sarah GreenwoodSet Decoration: Katie Spencer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Golden Compass” (New Line in association with Ingenious Film Partners)Art Direction: Dennis GassnerSet Decoration: Anna Pinnock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;“Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street” (DreamWorks and Warner Bros., Distributed by DreamWorks/Paramount)Art Direction: Dante FerrettiSet Decoration: Francesca Lo Schiavo -- The way the blood flowed in the movie was so wonderful. The rest of the film was very typical Tim Burton, which not that there is anything wrong with that, but it was the blood that made it stand out and hopefully the Academy with take notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax)Art Direction: Jack FiskSet Decoration: Jim Erickson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in cinematography&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford” (Warner Bros.) Roger Deakins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Atonement” (Focus Features) Seamus McGarvey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” (Miramax/Pathé Renn) Janusz Kaminski -- This film seemed to get shut out of a lot of other categories, and it seems that this would be its best bet for a win this year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage) Roger Deakins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax) Robert Elswit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in costume design&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Across the Universe” (Sony Pictures Releasing) Albert Wolsky -- I want this one to win, simply because it got shut out of all other categories. Julie Tamor is fabulous and this film did not get the recognition that it deserved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Atonement” (Focus Features) Jacqueline Durran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Elizabeth: The Golden Age” (Universal) Alexandra Byrne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“La Vie en Rose” (Picturehouse) Marit Allen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street” (DreamWorks and Warner Bros., Distributed by DreamWorks/Paramount) Colleen Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in directing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” (Miramax/Pathé Renn) Julian Schnabel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Juno” (Fox Searchlight) Jason Reitman-- I know that it won't win, but I do think that it was directed really well. And, in general, Jason Reitman is an awesome director. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Michael Clayton” (Warner Bros.) Tony Gilroy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage) Joel Coen and Ethan Coen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax) Paul Thomas Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best documentary feature -- I have no idea about any of these, in fact the only one that I heard of is "Sicko"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No End in Sight” (Magnolia Pictures)A Representational Pictures ProductionCharles Ferguson and Audrey Marrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Operation Homecoming: Writing the Wartime Experience” (The Documentary Group)A Documentary Group Production Richard E. Robbins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Sicko” (Lionsgate and The Weinstein Company)A Dog Eat Dog Films ProductionMichael Moore and Meghan O’Hara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Taxi to the Dark Side” (THINKFilm)An X-Ray ProductionAlex Gibney and Eva Orner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“War/Dance” (THINKFilm)A Shine Global and Fine Films ProductionAndrea Nix Fine and Sean Fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best documentary short subject -- Again, I have no clue of what I want to win/will win&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Freeheld”A Lieutenant Films ProductionCynthia Wade and Vanessa Roth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“La Corona (The Crown)”A Runaway Films and Vega Films ProductionAmanda Micheli and Isabel Vega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Salim Baba”A Ropa Vieja Films and Paradox Smoke ProductionTim Sternberg and Francisco Bello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Sari’s Mother” (Cinema Guild)A Daylight Factory ProductionJames Longley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in film editing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“The Bourne Ultimatum” (Universal) Christopher Rouse -- This was a good film with lots of chase scenes that do require a lot of editing to make it all flow well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” (Miramax/Pathé Renn) Juliette Welfling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Into the Wild” (Paramount Vantage and River Road Entertainment) Jay Cassidy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage) Roderick Jaynes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax) Dylan Tichenor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best foreign language film of the year -- I am not going to pick, because there isn't any one that I want this year, especially with all the controversy about those films that got shut out of the category&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Beaufort” A Metro Communications, Movie Plus ProductionIsrael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Counterfeiters” An Aichholzer Filmproduktion, Magnolia Filmproduktion ProductionAustria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Katyń” An Akson Studio Production Poland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Mongol” A Eurasia Film ProductionKazakhstan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“12” A Three T ProductionRussia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in makeup&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“La Vie en Rose” (Picturehouse) Didier Lavergne and Jan Archibald -- By far this film should win. The way they made Marion look like Edith was just amazing and how old she looked at the end despite her actual age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Norbit” (DreamWorks, Distributed by Paramount) Rick Baker and Kazuhiro Tsuji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End” (Walt Disney) Ve Neill and Martin Samuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in music written for motion pictures (Original score)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Atonement” (Focus Features) Dario Marianelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"The Kite Runner” (DreamWorks, Sidney Kimmel Entertainment and Participant Productions, Distributed by Paramount Classics) Alberto Iglesias -- simply because I want it to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Michael Clayton” (Warner Bros.) James Newton Howard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Ratatouille” (Walt Disney) Michael Giacchino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“3:10 to Yuma” (Lionsgate) Marco Beltrami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in music written for motion pictures (Original song)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;“Falling Slowly” from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“Once”(Fox Searchlight)Music and Lyric by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova -- this is the most beautifully written songs that I have heard in a long time and when I see it performed it gives me goose bumps.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I really do hate that "Enchanted" has 3 songs in the category, even though I loved the movie and Alan Menken is awesome ... give me a break and other songs a chance. Where is Eddie Vedder?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Happy Working Song” from “Enchanted”(Walt Disney) Music by Alan MenkenLyric by Stephen Schwartz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Raise It Up” from “August Rush”(Warner Bros.)Nominees to be determined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“So Close” from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Enchanted”(Walt Disney)Music by Alan MenkenLyric by Stephen Schwartz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“That’s How You Know” from “Enchanted”(Walt Disney)Music by Alan MenkenLyric by Stephen Schwartz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best motion picture of the year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Atonement” (Focus Features) A Working Title Production Tim Bevan, Eric Fellner and Paul Webster, Producers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Juno” (Fox Searchlight)A Dancing Elk Pictures, LLC ProductionLianne Halfon, Mason Novick and Russell Smith, Producers -- Alright, I do want this to win, but that is also because I haven't seen any of the others. Maybe, "No Country..." merely because I heard it was awesome. But this year will be an interesting year for best film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Michael Clayton” (Warner Bros.)A Clayton Productions, LLC ProductionSydney Pollack, Jennifer Fox and Kerry Orent, Producers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage)A Scott Rudin/Mike Zoss ProductionScott Rudin, Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, Producers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax)A JoAnne Sellar/Ghoulardi Film Company ProductionJoAnne Sellar, Paul Thomas Anderson and Daniel Lupi, Producers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best animated short film -- No idea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“I Met the Walrus” A Kids &amp;amp; Explosions Production Josh Raskin “Madame Tutli-Putli” (National Film Board of Canada)A National Film Board of Canada ProductionChris Lavis and Maciek Szczerbowski &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Même Les Pigeons Vont au Paradis (Even Pigeons Go to Heaven)” (Premium Films)A BUF Compagnie ProductionSamuel Tourneux and Simon Vanesse -- Because it has pigeons in the title &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“My Love (Moya Lyubov)” (Channel One Russia)A Dago-Film Studio, Channel One Russia and Dentsu Tec ProductionAlexander Petrov &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Peter &amp;amp; the Wolf” (BreakThru Films)A BreakThru Films/Se-ma-for Studios ProductionSuzie Templeton and Hugh Welchman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best live action short film -- No clue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“At Night”A Zentropa Entertainments 10 ProductionChristian E. Christiansen and Louise Vesth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Il Supplente (The Substitute)” (Sky Cinema Italia)A Frame by Frame Italia ProductionAndrea Jublin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Le Mozart des Pickpockets (The Mozart of Pickpockets)” (Premium Films)A Karé Production Philippe Pollet-Villard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Tanghi Argentini” (Premium Films)An Another Dimension of an Idea ProductionGuido Thys and Anja Daelemans &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Tonto Woman” A Knucklehead, Little Mo and Rose Hackney Barber ProductionDaniel Barber and Matthew Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in sound editing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Bourne Ultimatum” (Universal)Karen Baker Landers and Per Hallberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage)Skip Lievsay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Ratatouille” (Walt Disney) Randy Thom and Michael Silvers “There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax)Matthew Wood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Transformers” (DreamWorks and Paramount in association with Hasbro)Ethan Van der Ryn and Mike Hopkins -- This would be a good award for the movie. Or maybe sound mixing, either one I would be happy with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in sound mixing -- See above&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Bourne Ultimatum” (Universal)Scott Millan, David Parker and Kirk Francis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage)Skip Lievsay, Craig Berkey, Greg Orloff and Peter Kurland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Ratatouille” (Walt Disney)Randy Thom, Michael Semanick and Doc Kane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“3:10 to Yuma” (Lionsgate)Paul Massey, David Giammarco and Jim Stuebe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Transformers” (DreamWorks and Paramount in association with Hasbro) Kevin O’Connell, Greg P. Russell and Peter J. Devlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Achievement in visual effects&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;“The Golden Compass” (New Line in association with Ingenious Film Partners)Michael Fink, Bill Westenhofer, Ben Morris and Trevor Wood -- It seems so passé to have Pirates win and Transformers ... eh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;“Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End” (Walt Disney)John Knoll, Hal Hickel, Charles Gibson and John Frazier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Transformers” (DreamWorks and Paramount in association with Hasbro)Scott Farrar, Scott Benza, Russell Earl and John Frazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adapted screenplay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Atonement” (Focus Features)Screenplay by Christopher Hampton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Away from Her” (Lionsgate)Written by Sarah Polley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Diving Bell and the Butterfly” (Miramax/Pathé Renn)Screenplay by Ronald Harwood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;“No Country for Old Men” (Miramax and Paramount Vantage)Written for the screen by Joel Coen &amp;amp; Ethan Coen -- I heard that the book was great ... though maybe since Sarah Polley got shut out of best director, this should be her consolation prize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“There Will Be Blood” (Paramount Vantage and Miramax)Written for the screen by Paul Thomas Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Original screenplay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Juno” (Fox Searchlight)Written by Diablo Cody -- In reality, this is the only award that the movie is probably going to get this year. But it is also probably the one that it is most deserving of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Lars and the Real Girl” (MGM) Written by Nancy Oliver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Michael Clayton” (Warner Bros.)Written by Tony Gilroy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Ratatouille” (Walt Disney)Screenplay by Brad BirdStory by Jan Pinkava, Jim Capobianco, Brad Bird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“The Savages” (Fox Searchlight) Written by Tamara Jenkins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3062398166140057097?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3062398166140057097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3062398166140057097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3062398166140057097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3062398166140057097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-i-want-to-win.html' title='Who I want to win:'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1574271739693813135</id><published>2008-01-09T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:50:29.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens to white people who get stabbed</title><content type='html'>So I have been waiting to figure out what I should start the year off of with and nothing had struck me until now.  Back on New Year's Eve a woman was stabbed to death outside of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Capitol&lt;/span&gt; Hill apartment. There aren't any suspects and the "person of interest" hasn't been found yet.  Scary, right? Yeah, not so much, at least not for me. I don't know, maybe after all these years of living here, especially now in an area that isn't the safest, I just don't feel scared.  Plus, I don't feel scared for those I know that live around there. It is a proven fact that the percentage of random acts of violence is very low that I just personally believe that she knew her attacker in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not many other people do and that is why over &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/346664_meeting09.html"&gt;200 people &lt;/a&gt;showed up to a public meeting last night to hear what the mayor and the police had to say about the incident.  But of course, no one was satisfied with any of the answers that were given and tried to blame all other factors on why this woman would be stabbed (though better lighting is a valid point, there are hardly any street lights in that area).  On (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idiotic&lt;/span&gt;) man suggested that his wife carry a gun now ... um yeah that seems like a real safe idea, give your wife a gun, who probably doesn't know how to use (or doesn't even want to use it) and let's see what happens then.  And a larger police presence? You have a precinct 4 blocks away ... the police are always around the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So was this woman a beloved member of the community, a local hero/friend-to-all/celebrity? Nope (though I am sure that she was a very nice and kind person). She was white. When a white person gets stabbed to death under these circumstances its not surprising that there is this much outrage.  If this had happened in a different neighborhood (which it does) to anyone who is a minority (which it does) there would not be town hall meetings, the mayor would not show up.  In fact he probably would just inact some other type of ban on the nightlife in Seattle. When there are shootings &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/340249_shooting20.html"&gt;invovled in clubs/bars &lt;/a&gt;that are mere blocks away from the stabbing, they get closed down because minorities are involved. When there is a surge in &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/336781_gaybashing25.html"&gt;hate crimes against gay men &lt;/a&gt;just few blocks away, does the mayor turn up for those community meetings? Nope.   But stab a white person, oh man, there will be hell to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I understand why over at the PI's "Big Blog" the meeting was labeled "Protst du Jour," because that's really all it is. In a week or so all the "hoopla" will be over and people will find something else to get up in arms about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1574271739693813135?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1574271739693813135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1574271739693813135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1574271739693813135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1574271739693813135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happens-to-white-people-who-get.html' title='What happens to white people who get stabbed'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1790269287279940025</id><published>2007-12-13T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:55:39.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banned'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sarah dessen'/><title type='text'>More Rants on Books</title><content type='html'>So, I was reading, &lt;a href="http://writergrl.livejournal.com/"&gt;Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dessen's&lt;/span&gt; (one of my favorite authors) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these last few days and she was commenting about her most recent book "&lt;a href="http://www2.tbo.com/content/2007/dec/13/me-repulsive-text-spurs-school-review/"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/a&gt;" being &lt;a href="http://www2.tbo.com/content/2007/dec/13/me-repulsive-text-spurs-school-review/"&gt;challenged in a school district &lt;/a&gt;in Tampa Bay, Fl. First off, as I have stated here before I am against the banning of books and so for me to see something like this happening to such a wonderful author is just aggravating. Secondly, what the people are saying about the book is just extremely frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passage in question is an attempted rape that happens to the main character and her best friend's boyfriend (talk about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skeezey&lt;/span&gt; guy). And what really gets me riled up, is that they are calling this scene "repulsive" and "graphic." I'm sorry, but last time I checked, rape isn't something beautiful or kind. It is a terrible, horrible, heinous act (and crime) and it should be depicted as so. And also, last time I checked, it was something that, unfortunately, high school students go through. Why shouldn't the literature that they are reading depict that as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost guarantee that these parents who are against "Just Listen" and other books that have similar plot lines/passages are not talking to their children about rape and sexual assault. So what is their daughter supposed to when she finds herself in a similar situation and she has never been taught how to handle it? This is not to say that literature can help solve such problems and that any girl who is raped from now on will be fine if she has access to such books, I am just saying that it can help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what infuriates me more, is the comments of support of banning a book, that if a 15 year-old is to read such a book, they are going to lose their innocence (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, the woman who commented on this angle needs to check her spelling). That argument is such a bunch of bull shit in my opinion. I read books about rape, violence, sex, underage drinking and the like when I was in high school and I was still able to maintain a sense of appropriate innocence for my age. But then again, maybe I was just raised better (hi Mom). There was an encouraged dialogue in my house and yes some things were "banned" until I was of a certain age (mostly dealing with movie ratings, but then I guess I just bought the whole "its against the law"thing anyway, so I never questioned it). But I still never felt that my parents were being moronic and closed minded like the parents who are opposing banning books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as closed minded as the parents were at my high school (no play, musical and dance show could escape some sort of objection) they never seemed to get up in arms about the books their kids were reading. In fact, it was the books that Bauer had her 9th grade English class read that have become some of my favorites, including "&lt;a href="http://www2.tbo.com/content/2007/dec/13/me-repulsive-text-spurs-school-review/"&gt;Speak&lt;/a&gt;" (the main character gets raped and then doesn't speak for a whole year) and "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/You-Come-Softly-Jacqueline-Woodson/dp/0142406015/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1197572110&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;If You Come Softly&lt;/a&gt;" (inter-racial relationships, homosexuality and gun violence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what about &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Giver-Lois-Lowry/dp/0440237688/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1197572187&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"The Giver"&lt;/a&gt; or "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bridge-Terabithia-Reading-Katherine-Paterson/dp/006073941X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1197572282&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/a&gt;" which I read in 6th Grade English? The list could go on and on of great books that I have just read in school alone that are banned some where else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is even more sad is that there are people out there in the world raising their children in a completely sheltered and close minded existence and it will not do them any good once they get out into the "real world" or even worse these children could be the ones running the country someday making the same idiotic decisions that their parents are making&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1790269287279940025?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1790269287279940025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1790269287279940025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1790269287279940025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1790269287279940025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-rants-on-books.html' title='More Rants on Books'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3454933007882840523</id><published>2007-12-07T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:53:28.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best of'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Best of 2007*</title><content type='html'>So it is that time of year, time to recap the great music we got hear this year.  It is of course difficult to pick just 10 albums, and grant it I could do more, its my list, but then I would just list every album that I liked and well, where is the fun in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ak.buy.com/db_assets/prod_lrg_images/217/205116217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 118px;" src="http://ak.buy.com/db_assets/prod_lrg_images/217/205116217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Under the Blacklight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - Rilo Kiley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to pick my top album and in reality there is a tie between this and album number two.  But really, can you top this? After loving "More Adventurous" and listening to their music on repeat for many days on end, I was not disappointed with this album. While, in studio the sound is a bit different that their previous work, hearing the songs live, makes it seem like this was the music they always made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/61OF-DqA+4L._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 119px;" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/61OF-DqA+4L._AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Wild Hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e - Mandy Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This album lived up to everything that I thought it would. It is so emotion-packed, every time I listen to it, I feel everything she is singing. Mandy has grown into a mature sound mix of pop and folk.  Plus her voice is also phenomenal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://melbourne.diarystar.com.au/images/ben-lee-ripe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 122px;" src="http://melbourne.diarystar.com.au/images/ben-lee-ripe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Ri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pe - Ben Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another anticipated album of the year for me as well. There are catchy choruses, great beats and all around well put together songs. Not only does he do duets with Ms. Mandy and also Rachel Yamagata, Ben worked with the boys from Rooney as well. Anyone who writes a song "What Would Jay-Z Do?" is okay in my book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arts-crafts.ca/images/covers/ac023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://www.arts-crafts.ca/images/covers/ac023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) The Reminder - Feist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start getting into Feist until later in the year. I was introduced to her music through a friend back in the spring and thought she sounded amazing. Fast forward to the summer road trip, where it appears to be every where from NPR to the whiskey bar in S.F.  After finally getting my own copy of the album, I loved it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gapersblock.com/transmission/feature/LilyAllen%20album%20cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 112px;" src="http://www.gapersblock.com/transmission/feature/LilyAllen%20album%20cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Alright, Still - Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun, kick ass, make fun of others to make myself feel better, album and I love it. She has great beats and catchy lyrics.  Though her off stage and often on stage dramatics can be checked at the door, you still can't help but still lvoe the music. Plus after hearing her cover of The Kooks' "Naive" (sorry not on this album though) you can tell that she does have talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000LC4ZIK.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000LC4ZIK.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Infinity on High - Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago "From Under a Cork Tree" was my number #1 album. There was something about the mile long song titles, emo-tastic lyrics, and all out heart that went into that album.  While,  "Infinity on High" was not terrible, by any means, it just didn't have the same effect for me. Though there are choice songs on the album that I especially like "Take Over, The Breaks Over,"  there is still something, just doesn't make it my number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newburycomics.com/stores/newburycomics/user-images/preorder_once_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 112px;" src="http://www.newburycomics.com/stores/newburycomics/user-images/preorder_once_image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) "Once" Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to see a press screening of this film months before it came into theatres. I was even more fortunate to have the privilege of meeting and interview, Glen Hansard, Marketa Irglova, and John Carney (the director). The film, which I thought was just beautiful, translates well onto the soundtrack. My favorite is "Falling Slowly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.umusic.com/images/local/250/76d5515a-59e9-4c5d-ba51-3997a99345e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 113px;" src="http://cache.umusic.com/images/local/250/76d5515a-59e9-4c5d-ba51-3997a99345e2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) Calling all the World - Rooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rooney's first album came out my senior year of high school, I was beyond excited. I had already seen them in concert twice,  had a 3 song EP and was waiting not so patiently for the full-length LP to drop.  When it finally did, it lived up to my expectations. Now over 4 years later, I had that same feeling of anticipation when their sophomore effort finally came out.  While the songs are different than the music they were making before, there is still the same underlying sound. You can still dance around to it in your kitchen and it still reminds me of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PQoB8+6eL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PQoB8+6eL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) It Won't Be Soon Before Long - Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another group that I got into, my senior year of H.S. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs About Jane&lt;/span&gt; had been played on repeat for years. Seeing them at The Showbox was one of my top concerts.  When their sophomore album finally came as well, I was pleasantly surprised. Not sure if it would live up to everything I wanted it to, it did. There are the great songs about heart break, love and even cheating/murdering.  It doesn't get better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://brett.deadwylers.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/DC%20Poison%20Trees%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 112px;" src="http://brett.deadwylers.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/DC%20Poison%20Trees%20.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) In the Shade of Poison Trees - Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very surprised this past fall to find out that Dashboard was releasing another album, since it had just been a year since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dusk and Summer&lt;/span&gt; had been released and was finally getting a lot more air time.  Though, lower on my list than other of his albums might have been, could be because this album still feels a little rushed, not as thought through like his other albums.  But it still makes my list because, well, it is Dashboard and what can I say,  I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimers:&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the albums that I liked this year, but not quite Top Ten Material:&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - A Weekend in the City&lt;br /&gt;Norah Jones - Not Too Late&lt;br /&gt;Mika - Living in Cartoon Motion&lt;br /&gt;The Shins - Wincing the Night Away&lt;br /&gt;Sara Barielles - Little Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are albums that would have severely shaken up my Top Ten had I actually had the financial means to buy them:&lt;br /&gt;Even if It Kills Me - Motion City Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Cease to Begin - Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;In our Bedroom After the War - Stars&lt;br /&gt;The Con - Tegan and Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I actually like Radiohead, I am sure that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Rainbows&lt;/span&gt; would have made my list.&lt;br /&gt;And if I didn't severely hate Amy Wino's attitude, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to Black&lt;/span&gt;, would have made my list, because man can she sing ... when she's sober&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3454933007882840523?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3454933007882840523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3454933007882840523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3454933007882840523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3454933007882840523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/12/best-of-2007.html' title='Best of 2007*'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3915043569198035355</id><published>2007-11-29T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:56:04.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BK Baby</title><content type='html'>It seems that sometimes my luck turns around. True, while nothing terrible has been happening lately, nothing grand has happened either. Things have just been good. But that all changed on Tuesday evening, when I checked my e-mail and saw, that my obsessive checking of said e-mail had paid off and I had gotten into to see &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/benkweller"&gt;Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kweller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This was a show that is put on by The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, in which Warren ? goes all over the country interviewing what they deem some of the great artists of the time making music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at &lt;a href="http://www.neumos.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neumo's&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; a venue I have not been at in ages, which is also a pretty small venue at that. But since there was going to be an interview, along with a performance, there had been seats set out. After having to throw elbows in the past for seats at other shows, my friend and I decided to get to the venue early. Man, did it pay off, our seats were front row center. They were perfect.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, after we got in, and got our wristbands, we found that we also got 3 FREE beers. It was so cool. Soon we settled in with our free beverages (well I did, my friend is not a beer drinker) and got ready for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one word:amazing. I don't think I have crushed so hard on BK, then I did last night. Besides the fact that we had some eye contact, but just hearing/watching him talk about his music and the process of it all was just awesome. And the performance, was one of the best that I have seen him do. It is right under the first time I saw him with Death Cab for Cutie. He was energetic and passionate. It was everything that a BK show was supposed to be and more. It was one of those times where it was so great that I can't put it into words besides glowing adjectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show also was emotionally driven for myself because BK holds so many memories for me with many different people and the interesting part of it all was that they are people who aren't a part of my life anymore. Well, maybe one person is about 10% a part of my life... but that is besides the point. The other strange thing about the people I associate BK with is that they are all people who have hurt me in one way or another. Maybe I should take that as a sign, if I think of a person and BK, they are doomed to be out of my life? So to hear him play certain songs brought back memories, a lot sad, but not in a dramatic way anymore. But a more looking back fondly/sad sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all appears to be going down a path I try not to have this blog go. So I'll just say that it was a great night and I am glad that my luck changed and I got to have such a great night (especially in the middle of the week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the great news of the night: BK is releasing a new album next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*This is a note to the douche bag who sat behind us: SHUT UP! No one forced you to go, it was for free and I know tons of other people who have killed to have been in your seat. If you were so bored then just leave. Go take your tool of self and leave so the rest of us can enjoy the show and not have to here your annoying voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3915043569198035355?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3915043569198035355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3915043569198035355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3915043569198035355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3915043569198035355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/11/bk-baby.html' title='BK Baby'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1760334666601253577</id><published>2007-11-27T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:57:00.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Do or Don't?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R0xaVckNw8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Frv0KKs3y1E/s1600-h/SARAH-JESSICA-PARKER-IN-GAP2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R0xaVckNw8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Frv0KKs3y1E/s320/SARAH-JESSICA-PARKER-IN-GAP2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137580599414735810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I did it, I caved ... I bought a vest (dun dun duuuuunnnnnn). I know, I know there had been some mocking in the past ... who buys vests, they aren't cool, etc.  But then there I was admiring the wonderful work of Ms. SJP and I saw a vest. I tried on a vest. I loved the vest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cringed for a moment as I slipped my arms through the arm holes and fastened the two buttons in the front. But as I glanced up at the mirror I saw something: I looked good in the vest. It was not the horror that I thought. It did not bring back horrible elementary school flashbacks of vests that I wore then (though I suppose cute then, in hindsight, not so much).  And for a reasonable price, I too, could be a trendy vest wearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pondered for a bit, weighing the consequences.  Do I get it, even though I will be mocked by a good friend? Even though I too had been a mocker of vests? Even though I do look fabulous in it? And it was only $15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know the answer to my internal dilemma, as I told you three paragraphs ago that I did buy the vest. And you know what, I am glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, with this vest, my skinny jeans, over sized sunglasses and tote, I am so trendy it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1760334666601253577?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1760334666601253577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1760334666601253577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1760334666601253577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1760334666601253577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/11/fashion-do-or-dont.html' title='Fashion Do or Don&apos;t?'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/R0xaVckNw8I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Frv0KKs3y1E/s72-c/SARAH-JESSICA-PARKER-IN-GAP2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1637274626540373106</id><published>2007-11-19T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:24:59.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night starts here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Boy did it ever. Friday night was wonderful, starting with a wonderful gathering at friend's boss's house full of good food and good people.  It ended with what I needed: a good concert. A concert that leaves you literally singing the songs when you fall asleep later that night. A concert that gives you goosebumps when the band plays your favorite song and you, and everyone else there, sings along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stars"&gt;Stars*&lt;/a&gt; concert at &lt;a href="http://www.showboxonline.com/newwebsite/flashmain.html"&gt;The Showbox&lt;/a&gt; (original ...screw this SoDo crap), was in a word: amazing. After gaining seats at the bar, that allowed myself and my friend to see over everybody's heads, I really began to enjoy the show. They played all of my favorite songs (though I wished they had played "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000QM63VM/ref=dm_mu_dp_trk5"&gt;The Big Fight&lt;/a&gt;") and I was pretty much brought to tears with "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2yJSFHTrgM"&gt;Your Ex-Lover is Dead&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The mixture of the vocals and the instruments was a perfect match. It was one of the shows, that while they didn't change how they performed the song from compared to the albums too much, there was still a different sound. It was just sharper, louder and more emotion packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So after a great night like that, Saturday afternoon soon came and it was time for the &lt;a href="http://www.washington.edu/"&gt;UW&lt;/a&gt; v. &lt;a href="http://www.berkeley.edu/"&gt;Cal&lt;/a&gt; game.  Thanks again to the same friend's boss, we had great seats in a covered section at about the 20 yard line. Though my Bears did loose, it was still fun to sit and cheer and yell. It makes me still a little sad that I went to a school that did not have a football team.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of weekend was pretty calm and relaxing, which was just what I'll need to prep for the the upcoming week: T-Day and then shopping the next day ... man oh man, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you are interested in the group, some songs I recommend you check out:&lt;br /&gt;Your Ex-Lover is Dead&lt;br /&gt;The Big Fight&lt;br /&gt;This Charming Man&lt;br /&gt;Elevator Love Letter&lt;br /&gt;The First Five Times&lt;br /&gt;What I'm Trying to Say&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Comedy&lt;br /&gt;Take Me to the Riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1637274626540373106?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1637274626540373106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1637274626540373106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1637274626540373106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1637274626540373106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/11/night-starts-here.html' title='The night starts here...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-4535173116910262373</id><published>2007-11-12T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:20:40.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The many shades of Megan</title><content type='html'>So, I did it, I caved and bought box-hair dye. I had already taken the plunge and gotten my hair cut by someone different than Diane. After going to the same person for about 12 years, it can be a nerve-racking experience. But I was fine, I went to the wonderful people at &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=20869093"&gt;Zero Zero&lt;/a&gt; and Henry gave me a super cute and chic hair cut that I absolutely love. It even made my roots blend in better with the rest of my hair, it was great (Image 1). But as time progressed, it became evident that I would have to use the box of dye I bought. I was going for a light red, a shade I hadn't had in a while, however it turned drastically a different color (Image 2). I feel I looked like a mixture of a video game character, trailer trash and too-cool-for-school hipster kid. Needless to say, not the look I was going for. Though, not one to freak out, I simply went and bought a dark brown and after spending the day has Sydney from Alias, I became the new Megan (Image 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the color of my hair, it hasn't been this shade in awhile, and it seems fitting to have it a darker color now that (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;) it is winter. But to all you critics of those of us who paid a professional to color our hair: YOU WERE WRONG. The extra money I would have spend on having Henry color my hair, would have been worth it. Though it was nice to feel like &lt;a href="http://a4.vox.com/6a00b8ea074bfd1bc000c11413010cc408-320pi"&gt;Angela Chase &lt;/a&gt;and I could have been friends ... you know if she wasn't a fictional character on a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108872/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; show &lt;/a&gt;that is over 10 years old. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132545982822492498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rzp3YMN-KVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fYzw8nNbdC0/s320/IMG_1025%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132544423749364018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rzp19cN-KTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/SlkBldP9Fs8/s320/IMG_1050%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132544982095112514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rzp2d8N-KUI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8e5HKiRO1ls/s320/IMG_1057%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-4535173116910262373?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4535173116910262373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=4535173116910262373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4535173116910262373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4535173116910262373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/11/many-shades-of-megan.html' title='The many shades of Megan'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rzp3YMN-KVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fYzw8nNbdC0/s72-c/IMG_1025%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3925092705227383842</id><published>2007-10-29T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:12:09.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does doing a bad thing make you a bad person?</title><content type='html'>Last night I was told that a friend's friend has been involved in a &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/337243_shooting29.html"&gt;shooting&lt;/a&gt;. He had been the one to shoot the gun and it resulted in the death of another guy. Having first heard  this story from my friend and then hearing it on the news, there was a vast difference in the way it was told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news plays up the angle that this boy was the ultimate victim. He was on his way from leaving the party, when he stopped to help a friend who had gotten into a fight and the next thing he knows he is shot in the chest and dead. The victim is made to be this angel of a boy, not the same boy who was at a party, most likely drinking underage.  Because their son, grandson, friend neighbor would never do anything wrong, and was so helpful and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is not to say that I don't think that the victim was a good person and I am sure he was a wonderful help to his grandmother, but can also say with a lot of certainty that he wasn't perfect. No one is. Yes, in a way this was a senseless crime. It is also a very unfortunate event that should never have to happen to anyone. But to glorify the dead does nothing but paint a false picture of the person that is gone. Just once, I would like someone to say, "yeah they were great person, but man they had a tendency to interrupt people." Or something where at least it shows that a person died and not a deity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the shooter, does anyone wonder what brought him to this point that he felt he needed to kill someone? That he was so angry that he had time to contemplate the act before committing it? From what I understand, this was not a bad guy. But now because he killed someone does that automatically make him a terrible human being?  Do all his good qualities and deeds that he did before the shooting all of a sudden get discounted?  And where were his friends when this was happening? Were they there telling him not to shoot or were they silent and just watched it unfold before their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a separate note, I firmly believe that you don't buy a gun unless you have the intentions of using it. I think that people should have the right to bear arms, not in a crazy Charlton Heston way, but in a you should have a permit and be responsible way.  However, how responsible can you be when you bring a gun to a party when you know that you are going to be drinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I suppose a lot of these questions could be answered if the media hadn't created such a one-sided story. It is times like these that make me so much more critical of reporters and what goes through their mind when writing. You aren't creating a PR piece about the victim, it is a news story. At the very least there is a formula to it and it involves hearing all sides of the story.  It all makes me wish that I was writing and reporting again, so that I at least would know that I was making a difference and trying to change things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3925092705227383842?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3925092705227383842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3925092705227383842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3925092705227383842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3925092705227383842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/10/does-doing-bad-thing-make-you-bad.html' title='Does doing a bad thing make you a bad person?'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1346894830544235415</id><published>2007-10-11T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:27:20.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I came across someone posting an old New Kids on the Block video and it not only reminded me of my once love for the band. It took me back to the days when I rocked not one, but two NKTB watches. I had shirts, a towel, lunch box and most importantly two dolls (Jonathan Knight and Donnie Wahlberg).  My parents should have known that this would just send me down a path of collecting things (which I must say is getting quite less now that I am getting older). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the blog posting also reminded me of a Conan O'Brien sketch from years ago. It was something that we watched in Journalism and English numerous times my sophomore year of high school. And after a good, lengthy search on the internet, I finally found &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/musicals/dudez/"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; (you have to scroll down and click "dudez-a-plenti's greatest hit...). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Conan sketches ever, next to "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FV0na0mknA"&gt;hasta la vista reef&lt;/a&gt;" and the greatest summer of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1346894830544235415?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1346894830544235415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1346894830544235415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1346894830544235415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1346894830544235415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-nostalgia.html' title='Oh Nostalgia'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8083490821121003560</id><published>2007-10-02T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:43:30.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned Books</title><content type='html'>We are in the midst of &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/oif/bannedbooksweek/bannedbooksweek.htm"&gt;Banned Book Week&lt;/a&gt; (Sept. 29-Oct. 30) and I can't help but think back to the first time I had encountered the idea of a "banned" book. It must have been the summer before second or third grade and I was leaving the library with my dad and brother. There was a woman there trying to get our library to ban some books and I don't remember the specifics of the conversation, but I am pretty sure that in a subtle (or knowing my father a not-so-subtle) way told the woman she was an ignorant fool. And after explaining to my brother and I what that woman was doing there I remember thinking that  she was a fool. Didn't she know about the First Amendment (my smart ass knew all about freedom of speech)?  And from that moment on I was always enthralled with the idea that there were books that "challenged" and why people would be against them being on the shelves of libraries across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, the reasons why are ridiculous and it seems to only be a handful of people in the country who have a problem. They say that it is not appropriate storyline, language or matter that should be discussed by parents.  1) If you don't want your kid reading a book, don't let them (this obviously becomes more difficult as they get older, but it is the same argument used for violent video games or movies)  2) This is why this next generation is going to be sheltered idiots not knowing how to interact in the "real world." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of a book is the historical, cultural context surrounding it.  And really its not as though books are as negatively influential as those TV shows, movies or video games. When was the last time you saw a kid paddle down the Mississippi with an escaped slave? (&lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/Template.cfm?Section=bbwlinks&amp;amp;Template=/ContentManagement/ContentDisplay.cfm&amp;amp;ContentID=85714"&gt;No. 5)&lt;/a&gt; Or a doll come to life or something equally as "scary" and unreal? (&lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/Template.cfm?Section=bbwlinks&amp;amp;Template=/ContentManagement/ContentDisplay.cfm&amp;amp;ContentID=85714"&gt;No. 16)&lt;/a&gt;  And last time I checked EVERYONE goes through puberty (&lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/Template.cfm?Section=bbwlinks&amp;amp;Template=/ContentManagement/ContentDisplay.cfm&amp;amp;ContentID=85714"&gt;No. 40, 61, 95 and 58&lt;/a&gt;) Of course there is my personal favorite of stupid Margaret praying to get her period because she thinks that it will make her fit in (&lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/Template.cfm?Section=bbwlinks&amp;amp;Template=/ContentManagement/ContentDisplay.cfm&amp;amp;ContentID=85714"&gt;No. 62&lt;/a&gt;). Despite it not really accurately portraying the true pains of Aunt Flo, it is something that ALL girls go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Censorship is something that I am never going to completely understand, and finding the fine line of where I stand is difficult, but I do know for one thing, banning books is something I will never agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list for 2006 (courtesy of the ALA):&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"And Tango Makes Three" by Justin Richardson and Peter Parnell, for homosexuality, anti-family, and unsuited to age group;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Gossip Girls" series by Cecily Von &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ziegesar&lt;/span&gt; for homosexuality, sexual content, drugs, unsuited to age group, and offensive language;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Alice" series by Phyllis Reynolds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naylor&lt;/span&gt; for sexual content and offensive language;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things" by Carolyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mackler&lt;/span&gt; for sexual content, anti-family, offensive language, and unsuited to age group;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison for sexual content, offensive language, and unsuited to age group;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Scary Stories" series by Alvin Schwartz for occult/Satanism, unsuited to age group, violence, and insensitivity;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Athletic Shorts" by Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crutcher&lt;/span&gt; for homosexuality and offensive language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chbosky&lt;/span&gt; for homosexuality, sexually explicit, offensive language, and unsuited to age group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Beloved" by Toni Morrison for offensive language, sexual content, and unsuited to age group;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Chocolate War" by Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cormier&lt;/span&gt; for sexual content, offensive language, and violence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8083490821121003560?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8083490821121003560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8083490821121003560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8083490821121003560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8083490821121003560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/10/banned-books.html' title='Banned Books'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6369352473200935979</id><published>2007-09-14T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T16:54:35.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday</title><content type='html'>This is something that everyone needs to see* on mornings where they are running late to work, are bleeding from the ankles from new shoes and had a PMS filled night before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ruse0B37xvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/caVDgeY6qMg/s1600-h/you+are+worth+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ruse0B37xvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/caVDgeY6qMg/s320/you+are+worth+it.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110212081387030258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ruserx37xuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R15XTyri2-0/s1600-h/you+are+enough.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ruserx37xuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R15XTyri2-0/s320/you+are+enough.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110211939653109474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*now obviously, I have NO IDEA if these were actually meant for me, but it doesn't really matter because it made me feel better, and so it really doesn't matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6369352473200935979?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6369352473200935979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6369352473200935979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6369352473200935979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6369352473200935979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ruse0B37xvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/caVDgeY6qMg/s72-c/you+are+worth+it.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8168155637355763091</id><published>2007-09-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:04:06.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who haven't learned from the past are doomed to repeat it</title><content type='html'>So I had the intentions of writing about Vogue's record-breaking ads in their latest issue having &lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/magazines/the_age_vogue_record_breaking_september_issue_ridiculous_66597.asp?c=rss"&gt;727 pages ads out of 840 pages&lt;/a&gt; total. Then go off on my rant about why I don't really like Vogue and that this just ads to my dislike for the magazine, blah, blah, blah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after perusing the latest news updates on my homepage, I was reminded of the "Jena 6" trials that are going on right now. This got me curious to read up more about the events, trial and people involved since I had been hearing a lot about it lately.  Of course it was difficult at first trying to find an unbiased website, but eventually I did and, while I am extremely upset about the blatant racism that led up and is surrounding this case, can I say I am surprised? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a town where the demographic is 85% white and 12% black, where most of the black population lives in run-down, low-income housing, where a woman with a four year degree in business can't get a job as a bank teller simply because she is black (stats from bbc.co.uk), are we really surprised that the powers that be would call hanging nooses a "harmless prank"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooses still have (and probably will for a long time) a huge impact on not only the black community. They even have an impact on me, middle-class white girl. I know what they signify, I know the symbolism, the connotation of nooses hanging on a tree that some black kids wanted to sit around.  The fact that the rest of the town, the school board can't see and understand how this would be threatening, how this would lead to racial tension with the students is beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, along with all this you have everyone weighing on their opinion (myself included...obviously) and some of the blogs/articles are valid and the you have other ones like &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/anastasia-goodstein/preventing-the-next-jena_b_63048.html"&gt;Anastasia Goodstein &lt;/a&gt;who thinks that a forum would have been a good idea and that if there had been a place for students to express their feelings about the nooses being hung then none of the other incidents would have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit, sherlock. But does she honestly think that in a town where at the high school there is a "white tree" to begin with that there are going to be people who are open to discussing race? Give me a break, shoot, those ideas don't even work at schools in the liberal Pacific Northwest, when "nigger" written in graffiti on a dorm hall and earlier in that year nooses hung as well (yep, that happened two years ago at SU). No one really talked about their feelings on race or even the issue of the graffiti, all the suggestions about having a more open conversation about race, etc. fell on deaf ears. What makes Anastasia Goodstein think that a town like Jena, Louisiana would be open to such an idea if us "liberal, non-racists" can't even do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of problems surrounding this issue, and I think one of the most important ones is that no one seems to be writing about this besides the blog-o-sphere and the local papers. A search on the AP site reveals nothing, a quick Google News search comes up with the same thing. Where are we as journalist on such a major issue? Is it because I am in the PNW that we just don't seem to care? That we are "beyond" this? That it doesn't affect us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, look what we did with the Duke lacrosse/rape case. This case has just as much surrounding it, yet you don't see it anywhere near the front page of the NYT do you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can be so frustrating living in this world, and I know I have it easier than most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up your own mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/news?q=jena+6&amp;ie=utf-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wn"&gt;Google News Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jena_6"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.democracynow.org/article.pl?sid=07/07/10/1413220"&gt;Democracy Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8168155637355763091?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8168155637355763091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8168155637355763091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8168155637355763091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8168155637355763091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/09/those-who-havent-learned-from-past-are.html' title='Those who haven&apos;t learned from the past are doomed to repeat it'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-629372138467666169</id><published>2007-09-07T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:41:55.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations from the workplace</title><content type='html'>I was just semi-coffee raped right now. So I get working in an office with a bunch of "computer geeks" that I would have to be dealing with things, like social awkwardness, "interesting" fashion sense, etc. Little did I know that also meant people taking my hot water that was in the middle of brewing coffee for their own cup for tea. Which, fine would be okay if there was no other way to get hot water and then was a life or death computer emergency that this person had to attend to but could only do so with a cup of hot tea. But there is and there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to this gentleman was the HOT WATER dispenser, which has the sole purpose of dispensing HOT WATER. But oh yeah, that's right there was someone else filling up their cup, so it was obviously more important to interrupt my coffee brewing then to wait the FIVE SECONDS it took for the other person to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;usurpage&lt;/span&gt; of my water was merely a  mistake due to this guy's social ineptness. But another part of me thinks that it runs a little deeper, that because a) I am girl and b) I have a green badge as opposed to his blue badge that he gets to be rude and cut in the hot water line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know the "girl" argument might seem a bit antiquated. I mean, hello it is the end of 2007, get over it you crazy fem-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nazi&lt;/span&gt; right? But really, I think that there is still a lot that going on here, especially since this a tech industry job and their aren't a lot of women in this building. Plus there is this room called the"team room" that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Foosball&lt;/span&gt; tables, couches and such. But I have only seen guys in there, never girls, its like a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Berenstain-Bears-Girls-Allowed-First/dp/0394873319/ref=sr_1_3/104-3796217-7006353?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1189190394&amp;amp;sr=1-3"&gt;"No girls Allowed" clubhouse&lt;/a&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mark my words, I will (eventually) make my way into the Foosball room and no longer will I allow someone to take my hot water, take that socially awkward but incredibly rude computer guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-629372138467666169?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/629372138467666169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=629372138467666169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/629372138467666169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/629372138467666169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/09/observations-from-workplace.html' title='Observations from the workplace'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-6116651242811131829</id><published>2007-09-06T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:56:26.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest news since the last time I heard a story like this</title><content type='html'>And everyone laughed when I said they were real. But HA! who is laughing now, a &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=14183447&amp;ft=1&amp;amp;f=1001&amp;sc=emaf&amp;amp;sc=emaf"&gt;woman in Texas found a Chupacabra!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is right, crazy Texan lady found the road kill of the mythical &lt;a href="http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/vampires/Chupacabra/"&gt;blood sucker&lt;/a&gt; and all my years of claiming they are real have been vindicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with these photos to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*editor's note: I do realize that could all be a HUGE hoax. But it is still nice to know that unidentifiable roadkill is initially thought to be a Chupacabra as opposed to like just a dead dog or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RuBavjC_JfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wl11V7TgVok/s1600-h/chupacabra02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RuBavjC_JfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wl11V7TgVok/s320/chupacabra02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107181750346262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RuBanzC_JeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k6ExCVjRfiw/s1600-h/goatsukr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RuBanzC_JeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/k6ExCVjRfiw/s320/goatsukr.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107181617202275810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-6116651242811131829?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/6116651242811131829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=6116651242811131829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6116651242811131829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/6116651242811131829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/09/greatest-news-since-last-time-i-heard.html' title='The greatest news since the last time I heard a story like this'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RuBavjC_JfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wl11V7TgVok/s72-c/chupacabra02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5439496706237516433</id><published>2007-09-04T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:22:07.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"no one wants a one-eyed prostitute"</title><content type='html'>Three-day weekends are always more exciting when you have something like a job or school that you don't ave to go to on Monday. And man, was this past weekend eventful. I'll try to be brief in my recaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off early (really early considering we stayed up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; catching up with an old friend) helping a friend move. It went much quicker than wen we moved s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ince&lt;/span&gt; they rented a moving truck and didn't have to keep moving lots of furniture. It gave us also enough time to shower and get down to see &lt;a href="http://www.theshins.com/"&gt;The Shins&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bumbershoot&lt;/span&gt;. They were good as the last time I saw them. And man, was the crowd who came to see them was HUGE. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; did not think that they would draw that big of a crowd. The rest of the day was spent wandering from stage to stage and eating our way through the shows. I got my yearly fill of elephant ears, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;slushy&lt;/span&gt; drinks, and blocks of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;curly&lt;/span&gt; fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening brought local hip-hop group &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Common_Market_(band)"&gt;Common Market&lt;/a&gt;, who always know how to put on a good show, whether it is a big crowd like at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bumbershoot&lt;/span&gt; or a small one at my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.seattleu.edu"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alma&lt;/span&gt; mater&lt;/a&gt;. But the best was yet to come when we saw &lt;a href="http://www.gymclassheroes.com/index2.php"&gt;Gym Class Heroes&lt;/a&gt;. They were AWESOME. Travis is an incredible MC. He made each of the songs sound better than the album and not too different that you hated it. Plus he just makes me swoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a low-key day, until the evening when I trekked downtown to see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0829482/"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt;,"&lt;/a&gt; which was so hilarious. You know it was funny when my companion (who I have known for 4 years) was shocked to find out that I had a loud laugh. But, it was just great. It is one of those movies you could watch over and over again and still laugh just as hard and just as loud as the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of Sunday was when I was waiting at the movies I saw &lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia4.msn.com/j/msnbc/Components/Video/060531/dtl_mklvf_inclass_060531.300w.jpg"&gt;Mary Kay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Letourneau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;husband&lt;/span&gt; and first kid! Yep, that's right, the same Mary Kay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Letourneau&lt;/span&gt; who slept with her sixth grade student. Isn't that great? I almost died of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;side note&lt;/span&gt;: I know I am going to hell for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gawking&lt;/span&gt;...but really who fucking cares? It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;MKL&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bumbershoot&lt;/span&gt; filled day. Two great back-to-back shows with &lt;a href="http://www.jossstone.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt; Stone&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.johnlegend.com/"&gt;John Legend&lt;/a&gt;. Both of whom were as good as you would expect. Though John was much more exciting and moving around than I thought he would be. The only downside was that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt;' mic was too low so you had to strain to hear her talk. But then again, the times that I did hear her, she was rambling on and on about finding love, etc. That all would have been more believable if she wasn't just 20 years old. Gimme a break kid, what do you know about love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the middle of the day was spent killing time, eating and people watching. It was then time to go watch The Frames. Seeing them live made me want to own all their music even more. Plus they sang my favorite song from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0907657/"&gt;"Once." &lt;/a&gt;They were able also to get the whole crowd to sing along at one point, a feat that many of the bands I saw were not able to pull off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course was all leading up to the grand finale of a reunited Wu-Tang Clan. Now I will admit that I am not up on a lot of Wu-Tang music, but the fact that they have not performed together in how many years and I got to go to one of the handful of shows that they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;putting&lt;/span&gt; on, that's pretty awesome. They also did a pretty cool tribute to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ODB&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106552546227332562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rt4efDC_JdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AlGK43fDAQk/s320/IMG_0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone holding their lighters or cellphones in memory of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ODB&lt;/span&gt;. It looked much more awesome in real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other news not related to me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roddick vs. Federer= hopefully not a loss for Roddick...but really you can only be too optimistic. Next Andy, we'll get them next year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations to my favorite author who just gave birth to her first daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5439496706237516433?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5439496706237516433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5439496706237516433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5439496706237516433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5439496706237516433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-one-wants-one-eyed-prostitute.html' title='&quot;no one wants a one-eyed prostitute&quot;'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rt4efDC_JdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AlGK43fDAQk/s72-c/IMG_0975.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2270170282225984803</id><published>2007-08-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:28:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I pay people to do things</title><content type='html'>So we have finally officially moved into to our new house (I'll post pictures soon). It is wonderful to be sleeping on my "new" bed, despite that I don't have any sheets yet. Though it is just as short as my old one, I don't know how my 6ft+ tall friend ever slept comfortably on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing an assessment on the amount of clothes that I own (though it is much less than before, go me for donating lots) and the amount of closet space I have, I came to the conclusion that I needed a shelf/drawer type action for my clothing. Insert one trip to Target and a cabinet/shelf sale later and you get solution to my problem right? Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a shelf that is supposed to have doors that close in the front, however after nailing the back into the shelf I realized that yes, indeed I had nailed it to the wrong side of the shelf. It still serves its purpose of housing my clothes, there are just not any doors. And I had been doing so well too. I had been able to distinguish which pieces were doors/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shelves&lt;/span&gt;/support, etc. I had even found use for my drill, that never gets to see the light of day because of my lack of building things. Though I guess case in point is why I never build things.  I was going to be so super cool for having to put together a shelf, but alas I am just super lame for not being able to figure out what goes where. But in my defense there were only vague picture directions and my roommate who bought the same shelf had made a similar mistake (though she was able to fix it, so she gets doors).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in same vain, moving helped rediscover my love for packing. For finding the right size objects to going in the right size box or bag. To make everything fit so perfectly in the car/truck that it maximizes space and saves on trips driving back and forth. I really should have whored my packing self out during college. I could have made bank helping all those who hated packing, didn't have time, were worried about finals. It would have been perfect. Too bad I was having to do two out of the three myself.  Maybe at the end of this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a completely different side note I have been reading &lt;a href="http://ruggerjay.typepad.com/dadcentric/"&gt;this blog&lt;/a&gt; for work lately and I really like it. It is so hilarious, though it doesn't pertain to my life at all (thank god)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2270170282225984803?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2270170282225984803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2270170282225984803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2270170282225984803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2270170282225984803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-why-i-pay-people-to-do-things.html' title='This is why I pay people to do things'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3020256702864126120</id><published>2007-08-27T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T11:38:09.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer, fries and good tunes</title><content type='html'>In the past few weeks I have been frequenting Fremont, more and more. I don't know why I never went out that way before. Except for the occasional trip to the Troll or to visit my good friend Lenin, I never had ventured out that way. Perhaps it was my laziness of having to take two buses over there, or the fear of the taking an unknown bus for the first time and ending up somewhere completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first recent trip was to the Ballroom, for an acquaintance's  birthday. While going on a Tuesday night helped keep the atmosphere nice and chill. The well drinks were over-priced. $5 for a rum and coke? Give me a break. But since I didn't end up having to pay for it, I can't complain too much. But that definitely turned me off from coming back, plus I heard that it turns into a dance club on the weekends, where all the yuppie Fremont-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ites&lt;/span&gt; go to let loose. Though despite all this seemingly negativity surrounding it, I did have a good time. It was probably because of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest voyage to Fremont was the other night to see my roommate's co-worker's band &lt;a href="http://www.heymarseilles.com/"&gt;Hey Marseilles&lt;/a&gt; perform. They were performing at the High Dive, which is an upscale place pretending to be a dive bar (but I guess that is most of Fremont). But their drinks weren't too bad, food was reasonably priced, though apparently the mini chicken n' cheese tacos are a hot commodity because as of 7:45pm, they were sold out. But their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jalapeno&lt;/span&gt;  tarter sauce for the fries is  magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to why I was there in the first place, Hey Marseilles. Man, were they good. I mean, not "hey I sorta know someone in the band so I am going to say they are good" good. But actually really good. Though they do not want to be classified as "&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=emo"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" they do sound an awful lot like all the upbeat &lt;a href="http://www.thisisbrighteyes.com/"&gt;Bright Eyes&lt;/a&gt; songs (the few that there are). But that is not a bad thing in my book. In fact that is what I liked about their sound. They seemed to also be channeling a little bit of my new favorite Canadian band &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/stars"&gt;Stars&lt;/a&gt; (who will be in &lt;a href="http://www.showboxonline.com/"&gt;Seattle on Nov. 16&lt;/a&gt;).  They had everything from an accordion to a stand up bass to a ukulele. All the instruments flowed well and they were fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the night was spoiled a bit by the invasion of "Tuna Breath."  TB, as he will be called, swooped and quickly invaded my personal space, which wasn't a lot considering I was in a crowded bar.  As the story always goes with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;skeevy&lt;/span&gt; guys, I was relentless hit-on. He did not catch on to my subtle and not-so-subtle hints that I was not going to talk/go outside/give him my number. And his, who despite being way more sober than TB, sat and watched as his friend continued to bother me and he did nothing about it (this could also be said for one of my friends who decided he didn't want to help me out....ass). Needless to say not the greatest experience of my life, but not the worse either. They eventually left and I got to enjoy the last few songs in TB-free space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the crazy thing did not occur until walking back from work yesterday. I realize I know TB. To protect myself from him EVER finding me again, I will not say how, but if you want to know, ask I and I'll find a different medium to tell the tale. But all I am saying is that I hope I never run into him again and that he doesn't ruin another Hey Marseilles show for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3020256702864126120?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3020256702864126120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3020256702864126120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3020256702864126120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3020256702864126120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/08/beer-fries-and-good-tunes.html' title='Beer, fries and good tunes'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8752602004069713700</id><published>2007-08-24T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:57:42.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtiches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>All the news that is fit to print, and then some</title><content type='html'>Being at work has given me some time to be able to read some interesting newspaper articles (see entry about eggplant).  Yesterday brought me another &lt;a href="http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/O/ODD_WITCHES_FEUD?SITE=AZTUC&amp;SECTION=HOME&amp;amp;TEMPLATE=DEFAULT"&gt;gem&lt;/a&gt; of an article.  Perhaps since I have such a sick sense of humor that I really get a kick out of the article, especially the part when it comes to limiting the amount of psychics o Or perhaps the history lover in me enjoys the fact that there could potentially be another "Salem witch trial" (I am well aware of my cool factor right now, don't worry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also get to read fun articles about the last &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6962606.stm"&gt;tsar of Russia&lt;/a&gt;. I think that it is really amazing that they were able to find the bodies. Well, obviously we'll have to wait and see if those are the actual ones. But I keep the faith, I am think that it very well could be.  Plus wasn't the whole hemophilia thing the reason the wife was so close to Rasputin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why he and his little bat friend went off in the search for &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0118617/"&gt;Anastasia&lt;/a&gt;? But she was just a lost girl, who was falling in love with the cutest cartoon love interest that there has ever been. Who wouldn't fall in love with someone who was voiced by John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cusack&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8752602004069713700?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8752602004069713700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8752602004069713700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8752602004069713700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8752602004069713700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-news-that-is-fit-to-print-and-then.html' title='All the news that is fit to print, and then some'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1134051495416266675</id><published>2007-08-21T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:27:19.901-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>I'll be forever yours love always, Mandy</title><content type='html'>It is official, I can cross something off of my grand life "To-Do List." Last night I was able to see Mandy Moore in concert. It was something that I did not think would ever happen in my lifetime. She had been concentrating on her film career, the last album that she released was a covers album that was four years ago. Who would have thought that she would have felt like writing a whole album and then go on tour with it? Not I that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been anticipating this concert for over a month now, listening to her album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Hope-Mandy-Moore/dp/B000PC1QLU/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-3796217-7006353?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1187719555&amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Wild Hope&lt;/a&gt; on repeat for the past week, falling in love all over again with her music. But seeing her live was just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to The Showbox (soon-to-be The Showbox Market) I was reminded of the last time I had been to a show there, back in February to see Ben Kweller. Not only was I mistaken in thinking the artist I was there to see would be the headliner, but also the crowd was very similar. There were many older people there, especially older couples. Then there were the 20-somethings like myself, a lone kid running around and of course the token black couple. It as an interesting mix, and most of whom were there to see Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon taking the stage you saw that Mandy really is as beautiful in person as she is on the screen. She is also down to earth and is like any other 23 year old girl. She is someone who is dorky, fun, the type of person you would want to be friends with. All of which added to the great atmosphere at her show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She played a majority of her new album, a few songs off of "&lt;a href="http://amazon.com/dp/B0000DFZZT/ref=s9_asin_title_3/104-3796217-7006353?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=center-1&amp;pf_rd_r=0J4S14MZTTY4VMR3PRGB&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;pf_rd_p=292858701&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;Coverage&lt;/a&gt;," but perhaps my favorite (as well as the crowd's) was her slowed down, soul, version of not only Rhianna's "Umbrella," but of her very first hit from almost a decade ago "Candy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though all know by now Mandy has renounced all albums before "Coverage" time and time again, but was nice to see her embrace her past. No one is happy with all the choices that they made when they were 14. But luckily for us our names are not synonymous with those choices, but rather we can keep them hidden, buried in a diary in a box, stuffed in the back of a closet.  So for Mandy to own the songs that she sang all those years ago and make them something, new and different for herself, well that is just pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the show did not end there, no my friend, the headliner of the night was none other than Paula Cole, who to answer the question of the night: yes she does have a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Courage-Paula-Cole/dp/B000NO39EC/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-3796217-7006353?ie=UTF8&amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1187728162&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;new album&lt;/a&gt;.  And she does have a powerful voice. But she was INTENSE. A little too intense for my taste, but her fans sure do love her. And she did sing "I Don't Wanna Wait" as an encore, so that was pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1134051495416266675?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1134051495416266675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1134051495416266675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1134051495416266675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1134051495416266675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/08/ill-be-forever-yours-love-always-mandy.html' title='I&apos;ll be forever yours love always, Mandy'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5126110685273150328</id><published>2007-08-20T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:36:06.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Its not that hard to spell 'God' in an eggplant"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/hp/news_update/20070815_Super__natural__Eggplant_brings_couple_fame__lure_of_fortune.html"&gt;This story&lt;/a&gt; was brought to my attention by a co-worker. It reminds me of the one of the only episodes of Donahue I ever remember watching. A woman in New Mexico was cooking a tortilla and the shape of the Virgin Mary appeared in a burn mark.&lt;br /&gt;But I think my favorite part is that it is being sold on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eBay&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing says religion like trying to make a profit off of anything. Pope on a lollipop anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5126110685273150328?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5126110685273150328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5126110685273150328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5126110685273150328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5126110685273150328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-not-that-hard-to-spell-god-in.html' title='&quot;Its not that hard to spell &apos;God&apos; in an eggplant&quot;'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2427142400988580850</id><published>2007-08-20T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:53:47.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She works hard for the money</title><content type='html'>It is official (well it has been for about a week now) but I am now employed. I am doing temp work for Amazon, which at the moment consists of not doing a whole lot. But I like it. I like having a purpose in the morning, I like being up in the morning. Who would have thought? I am working on training myself to get up early and not need a nap or go to bed early. This might take a lot of caffeine and  discipline, but I am up for the challenge.  This should also result in me becoming more knowledgeable in what is going on in the world and per chance taking up a new hobby. Who needs a new year to make life resolutions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2427142400988580850?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2427142400988580850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2427142400988580850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2427142400988580850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2427142400988580850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-works-hard-for-money.html' title='She works hard for the money'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7047442807703852350</id><published>2007-08-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:07:16.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Rome...</title><content type='html'>I am back stateside from a 12 day whirlwind adventure in France and Italy. And it was a wonderful trip, a little sad to be back but that is only because I still don't have a house as of Sept. But I at least I am not jobless (for the next couple months at least). I think I could do this travel thing more often, but I don't think I could be one of those people who do it for months on end, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RsD405Z49sI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wme-aOq2dxM/s1600-h/Scuba+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098348365829699266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="292" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RsD405Z49sI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wme-aOq2dxM/s320/Scuba+Girls.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first stop was Nice, France and that was wonderful. Swimming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mediterranean&lt;/span&gt;, being "so French" at the beach. Though the highlight I must say was being able to go scuba diving. It was so cool swimming among the fish. I also decided that I could be French, I have the attitude down for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RsD8ipZ49tI/AAAAAAAAADo/1Ot812CeuxA/s1600-h/me+and+the+bike+in+Siena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098352450343597778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RsD8ipZ49tI/AAAAAAAAADo/1Ot812CeuxA/s320/me+and+the+bike+in+Siena.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the cutest town ever. It was small and Italian. Plus it had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phoebolicious&lt;/span&gt;, which would make any place extra wonderful. We got to on a bike ride to the countryside and it was so beautiful. The best 8 Euro spent had to have been using a hotel's pool and just relaxing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RsD-j5Z49uI/AAAAAAAAADw/I0eyIe6pBPE/s1600-h/looking+up+at+the+Coliseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098354670841689826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RsD-j5Z49uI/AAAAAAAAADw/I0eyIe6pBPE/s320/looking+up+at+the+Coliseum.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last stop of trip. I can appreciate that it was a historical city. But it was dirty. Too dirty for my taste. But it was still a lot of fun. Plus meeting my real world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; of Adrian Brody was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7047442807703852350?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7047442807703852350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7047442807703852350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7047442807703852350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7047442807703852350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-in-rome.html' title='When in Rome...'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RsD405Z49sI/AAAAAAAAADg/Wme-aOq2dxM/s72-c/Scuba+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7191560794246804439</id><published>2007-07-29T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T12:50:27.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MyDeathSpace?*</title><content type='html'>Doing my best to stay aware of the current events, I came across &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/APWires/headlines/D8QMCBDO1.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; in the Seattle Times today. I don't know how to react to it. In a way it is just the modern form of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cemetery&lt;/span&gt;, a place to remember the dead. It keeps people connected to those who died before they should have, maybe even helps create some closure. But I can't also help but wonder if it keeps us stuck in the past. Constantly remembering the person who died and what they are missing out on and what we are missing out on is not exactly that healthy. We can still live our lives, have fun and without that constant reminder that someone isn't with us. It is what you are supposed to do isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;While I, like a lot of people (obviously), have some fascination with death, but is this too extreme? But then again it is other people's deaths, strangers, that I are sometimes more fascinating because once death hits close to home it isn't as interesting. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;devastating&lt;/span&gt; and hard to deal with and I don't think that I would want my friend, family member's death to always be there, always out there, reminding me that they are no longer around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I do die and still have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; accounts, delete them, remove them from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;. If you want to stay connected to me you'll figure out a less public way to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*apologies for the morbid topic, just something that caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7191560794246804439?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7191560794246804439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7191560794246804439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7191560794246804439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7191560794246804439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/07/mydeathspace.html' title='MyDeathSpace?*'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1219431455315458961</id><published>2007-07-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:41:49.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to dance</title><content type='html'>This is an e-mail I sent &lt;a href="http://www.seattlest.com/"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seattlest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in hopes that my plight makes to the masses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seattlest&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a gripe about you, but I wanted to get my frustration out to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; masses and you are one of my favorite forms of media. So if you could help get this out it would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I heard that Girl Talk was going to be at the Capitol Hill Block party I was exstatic. Overjoyed. Excited. And any other similar adjective. Having listen to his Night Ripper CD on repeat for days on end, to actually go to one of his shows was supposed to be awesome. But little did I know that I had to in line for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neumo's&lt;/span&gt; at least over three hours before his show started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; if I didn't (as I later found out) I was not going to be able to get into the venue. So my friends and I enjoyed the atmosphere of the Block Party, which while a little overcrowded with pissed off hipsters, but that was still fine. Having lived on the Hill for four years I knew what I was getting into. We rocked out to Blue Scholars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Silversun&lt;/span&gt; Pickups. Ate free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt; and drank the free water Oasis was handing out. Chatted with the friendly people around us in the beer garden. Then after having a quick bite at the Pita Pit, we go back into the show with an hour and 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. to spare before the whole reason of going to Block Party was to hit the stage.  But to our horror, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Neumo's&lt;/span&gt; had already reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;capacity&lt;/span&gt;, they were having to send people out of the venue and the line of people that were for sure not going to get in, began with myself and a friend. Disappointed, to say the least we stayed in line dealing with the pushy girls behind us, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;obscenely&lt;/span&gt; rude security &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;guards&lt;/span&gt;, and all the while being able to see Mr. Girl Talk Himself, Gregg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gillis&lt;/span&gt; sit and drink his beer in the VIP area. Not wanting to draw attention to "our find" my friend and I just stared knowing that this was all of the show that we were going to see last night.  After decided that it was a useless cause at this point and longing to meet our friends for drinks we left as Gregg was leaving to take the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not letting this run my night, because otherwise it was good and fun. But it was frustrating because why didn't the event planners have him outside, where there was more space for everyone to see, move about and enjoy the show? Why even have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Neumo's&lt;/span&gt; stage actually set up? It is such a tiny venue to begin with that for a festival it is ridiculous to assume that it would be a good place bands to perform.  Let this just be a forewarning for either tonight or for future block parties, but if you want to see anyone at that stage you need to get there early and stay there otherwise there is not chance of it happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1219431455315458961?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1219431455315458961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1219431455315458961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1219431455315458961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1219431455315458961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-want-to-dance.html' title='I just want to dance'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-4564654006620976017</id><published>2007-03-31T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:00:25.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy news:</title><content type='html'>Okay in my successful attempts at procrastinating I cam across these two gems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2003644877_allergic31m.html"&gt;Two 12-yr-old girls&lt;/a&gt; wanted to cause an allergic reaction to their teacher to distract from their progress reports that were due.  I guess this is better than them just pulling a prank on the teacher, but that there was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; purpose to their cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heartedness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/travel/2003643081_webcough30.html"&gt;A girl was kicked off her flight &lt;/a&gt;for coughing too much.  Its not like we are in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SARS&lt;/span&gt; epidemic anymore or some other "scary" disease of the week.  The girl was coughing, and while I am sure it would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; to hear, I don't think anyone on that flight feared for their own health&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-4564654006620976017?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/4564654006620976017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=4564654006620976017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4564654006620976017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/4564654006620976017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/03/crazy-news.html' title='Crazy news:'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3673685514701993768</id><published>2007-03-20T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T01:58:31.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We interupt your bit of insomnia for this important bulletin:</title><content type='html'>THERE ARE NO COOKIES IN MY HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, there are no cookies.  When has my house ever been completely cookie free?  Even in the Weight Watchers days there was at least "heathy" cookies.  Now, there are none and the one time that I actually wanted some and we are cookie free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you a non-frosted strawberry pop tart is not the same thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3673685514701993768?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3673685514701993768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3673685514701993768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3673685514701993768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3673685514701993768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-interupt-your-bit-of-insomnia-for.html' title='We interupt your bit of insomnia for this important bulletin:'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-189071186990904727</id><published>2007-02-28T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T13:14:24.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is the beginning of the end</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I did one of the scariest things of my life (well my life so far), which was registering for my last quarter of college classes. It was very anti-climatic and I got into all my classes on the first try, which I don't think ever happens. But there it is said and done. But as someone said to me last night, "If I was you I would be scared, I have a year and quarter to go and I am already worrying about what I am going to do. " Which of course I am scared, but at least I know that I am hiding it well, if she couldn't tell. But it is all that I think about, all the time. It trumps most other thoughts (minus all the work I need to get done to pass this quarter) and it makes it real difficult to balance looking at the big picture and the small picture at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to really comment on. I think this past Tuesday was the first Tuesday in a long time that I wasn't stressed at all during layout and really I should have been. Maybe its all part of my new thing that apparently I don't stress out when I should and instead I just sleep. Good Job self, good job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-189071186990904727?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/189071186990904727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=189071186990904727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/189071186990904727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/189071186990904727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-is-beginning-of-end.html' title='It is the beginning of the end'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2157978007442133172</id><published>2007-02-19T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:40:48.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"no guys, we want more per pounds, we want to pack it on"</title><content type='html'>What to write about, what to write about? So much has happened in the last few days it seems impossible to comment on it all in a coherant entry. So we'll do the cliff notes version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Britney shaved her head and got ridiculous tattoos. Not much more is needed to be said here, except for the fact that she is making K-Fed look not as trashy which was hard to to do since he was the epitome of trash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ghost Rider" was number one at the box office. "Ghost Rider" come on now people, in what realm did that even look like movie? Yeah sure Eva Mendes is attractive, but should her hot factor account for $40+ million in ticket sales? I know that I like some pretty bad movies, but even I have to draw the line.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of movies, "Bridge to Terabethia" was number two at the box office and contrary to other rumors it is true to the book and Leslie does die at the end. As it does appear that the trailers are misleading and that it does follow the book pretty well. So I want to see it, but that probably won't happen until it comes on video, but I digress. On some of the message boards about the movies, people were complaining about that fact that Leslie does die at the end and that Disney movies are supposed to be happy and also that the death and religious aspects were too deep for children to handle. What? I get that kids are growing up faster than necessary sometimes, but death isn't something that they need to be sheltered from, especially when it is done so tastefully in this film and book. Its not like Disney movies are perfect anyway, they are sexist, stereotypical and violent (doesn't mean I still don't love them). I just think of it as a great way to teach children about death, that is still abstract enough that it is something they don't have to actually go through, but can use the film as catharsis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THIS JUST IN: BANANA REPUBLIC &lt;em&gt;NOW &lt;/em&gt;OFFERS CLOTHES IN DOUBLE ZEROES! Well thank goodness, because you don't know how big my zeroes were on me. Now, I know that there are some people are naturally skinner and everything, but really that skinny, so skinny you wear a size that is a double digit of a number that ulitimately means nothing. It just seems to be encouraging unhealthy body image and eating habits. There is nothing wrong with being skinny if that is how your body is built, just like there is nothing wrong with being an 8 or 14 as long as you are healthy about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last one, but personal pet peeve, people who use the handicap button to open then door when they don't need to and then subsequently cause the door to be open for a good ten seconds letting in a whole shitload of cold air and seem oblivious to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2157978007442133172?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2157978007442133172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2157978007442133172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2157978007442133172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2157978007442133172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-guys-we-want-more-per-pounds-we-want.html' title='&quot;no guys, we want more per pounds, we want to pack it on&quot;'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3848706869736160585</id><published>2007-02-13T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:53:44.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs</title><content type='html'>So on my walk to school on a wall I would see this spray-painted stenciled picture of a heart with wing-esque types things coming from it and it said "c'est la vie." It was always sort of inspiring in a way.  Sometimes I would specifically look for it and others I would forget it was there, but would happen to look at that wall when I would walk by.  I had always meant to take a picture of it as well, but the one day I had my camera with me and remember the picture, I didn't.  I was running late and thought that it would be there for awhile.  But I should have just taken its advice and taken a picture that day, because when I was looking for it today, it wasn't there.  The day I needed it to remind me "such is life" it is not there.  I was looking for it to provide the obivous sign that it had been all those times before. &lt;br /&gt;But maybe it was providing a sign, maybe the fact that it had been painted over it is a message for me to not accept "such is life" and that I need to step out of my easily controlled comfort zone.  That I need to let go a bit and go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T GO WITH THE FLOW&lt;br /&gt;This means not being in control, not knowing what will happen next, not being the one who is in the driver's seat. While I don't mind others making choices, I am a backseat driver and so I at least make sure I have my say in where we are going and how we get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is just too many symbols and metaphors for this early in the morning, I give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3848706869736160585?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3848706869736160585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3848706869736160585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3848706869736160585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3848706869736160585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/02/signs.html' title='signs'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-3554872273001410350</id><published>2007-02-04T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:07:27.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When he's good, his really really good and when he is bad he is horrid*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rca7fyHIVmI/AAAAAAAAADA/KXjtXgNbdxg/s1600-h/snaps_grossman_ap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027912188707755618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rca7fyHIVmI/AAAAAAAAADA/KXjtXgNbdxg/s320/snaps_grossman_ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it is over, the Super Bowl that is (midterms and my homework is a whole other issue). And it was good...for like the first 10 minutes. Then the Bears just sucked it up. Man oh man, did they just loose it. I mean, at least put up a fight right? Give it the ol' college effort or something. But it just got pathetic in the end. I think that is what just sucked the most, that it wasn't even a game, it was a massacre. I want a &lt;em&gt;game.&lt;/em&gt; Something to get into, on the edge of your seat action. Not a game that all it takes is a discussion of state capitals to distract you from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote: I have noticed that many of my posts have involved sports, which is very interesting since while I do enjoy watching the occasional game, I am not a huge sports fan. But I think it is also because I am trying to keep this from being an emo bitch fest like a lot of blogs are. I am trying to learn to comment on the world around me and leave a lot my personal shit/venting out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I did make one decison that involves the future and it is a big one. I am going to go to London over the summer. After Rubi is done with her study abroad program and right before Phoebe's starts up, we are going to meet in London and then go to France, Italy and possibly Amsterdam? It is all still very tenative plans, since neither of them have actually been accepted into the programs, but still it is hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I'll get stamps in my passport! And after talking about it, wouldn't it be nice to just travel, live in a place for a couple of months, work an odd job here or there and then on to the next. It seems so scary, yet so crazy, adventurous and so not me. But it is the sort of person that I want to be. So who knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*no, this isn't a sexual reference, gutter mind, it is my very articulatre comment about Rex Grossman's arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-3554872273001410350?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/3554872273001410350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=3554872273001410350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3554872273001410350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/3554872273001410350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-hes-good-his-really-really-good.html' title='When he&apos;s good, his really really good and when he is bad he is horrid*'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rca7fyHIVmI/AAAAAAAAADA/KXjtXgNbdxg/s72-c/snaps_grossman_ap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-7521197415885018468</id><published>2007-02-02T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:45:11.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"do what you love and fuck the rest"</title><content type='html'>Well, it is hard to believe that it is already the end of the week.  Or rather it is hard to believe that it is already Feburary.  Where did January go?  It seems like it was only yesterday I was starting classes and now we are at mid-terms.  In a way I want it to go faster so that I am closer to my two weeks of spring break (go me), but at the same time that means I am that much closer to graduating and not knowing what I do with my life.  I know the easy answers and weighing those with the difficult choices.  There is part of me that just wants to pack up my stuff put it in storage somewhere and just leave.  Go abroad or just to the east coast, find a job, any job and just do that.  Just survive.  Take the scary road of uncertainity and just do it because I have never done it before.  Pack up the aquamarine machine, pray it makes it across state boarders and just live.  Not have the worry of school any more or the fact that I am still just as lost as I was before.  To be carefree, worry free, just free in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a liittle late to being getting into this deep stuff so late at night.  So on a lighter note, I itunes searched my name.  I never realized there were so many songs with my name in them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-7521197415885018468?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/7521197415885018468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=7521197415885018468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7521197415885018468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/7521197415885018468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/02/do-what-you-love-and-fuck-rest.html' title='&quot;do what you love and fuck the rest&quot;'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-5396338715388356018</id><published>2007-01-28T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T12:38:23.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>Well, I am officailly 22. I have been 22 for two days now. It doesn't really feel any different, but yet everytime I remember that I am 22 I get a little freaked out by it. It is just that when I was in middle school and high school 22 seemed like this far off place that was in adult world and that who I was going to be then is no one that I am now. Which I am not sad about at all, in fact I think I like this 22 year old more that I would like what my 12 year old self thought a 22 year old should be. But it does make me a little bit closer to having to make the tough decisions about my life and future. I am not even thinking about the long term, just the next few years, which I think is the scariest part. Especially since there aren't many people I can turn to for advice on what to do next because most people I know are sure of what they want to do. And my parents sort of help in just being supportive, but really they didn't have to go through what I am. I guess what I am hoping for is just some great advice, that one pearl of wisdom that will stick and guide me towards that decision. So if you've got it, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now I leave you with the most mature thing a 22 year old girl could do on her birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025183269567092306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rb0JjyHIVlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J8XSJg-JmB8/s320/keg+stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-5396338715388356018?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/5396338715388356018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=5396338715388356018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5396338715388356018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/5396338715388356018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Rb0JjyHIVlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/J8XSJg-JmB8/s72-c/keg+stand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-8425462362008116107</id><published>2007-01-21T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T12:01:58.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>Sports match-ups that are rocking my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022712838738171362" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="253" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRCtyHIVeI/AAAAAAAAABc/sBcrqq6XmVI/s320/CXA14601212300.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt; vs. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRCyyHIVfI/AAAAAAAAABk/CfrTlbbRkOI/s1600-h/full_getty-72993513rb133_afc_champions_11_01_13_pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022712924637517298" style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRCyyHIVfI/AAAAAAAAABk/CfrTlbbRkOI/s320/full_getty-72993513rb133_afc_champions_11_01_13_pm.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one being the obvious Bears vs. Colts in the Super Bowl in two weeks. But I must say that the Bears game just became sad in the fourth quarter. I mean obivously I am estatic that the Bears won, but 3 touchdowns in one quarter, when the score had been so close before, is just pathetic. It makes you wonder what happened to the Saints' defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRECSHIVgI/AAAAAAAAABs/tEguDiA6Szk/s1600-h/full_getty-72657651wj264_australian_op_1_57_37_am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022714290437117442" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="257" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRECSHIVgI/AAAAAAAAABs/tEguDiA6Szk/s320/full_getty-72657651wj264_australian_op_1_57_37_am.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vs. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRENSHIVhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_EAUSp7SCEM/s1600-h/full_getty-72657651wj219_australian_op_12_52_08_am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022714479415678482" style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="264" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRENSHIVhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_EAUSp7SCEM/s320/full_getty-72657651wj219_australian_op_12_52_08_am.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(please note the similar fists of victory)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the second sports match up that I am exicted about is Andy Roddick vs. Mardy Fish in the Australian Open. Though as it has been proven in the past Roddick has beat his boy Fish a many a time, it is still quite impressive that Fish has made it this far since he isn't even seeded. I am also impressed with how well my boy is doing, its has been such a good thing for him to have Jimmy Connors as a coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my life itself has also been filled with sports, from bowling to basketball games. Though really there hasn't been any other sport in between. But I will leave you with pictures of our bowling score board. Please take note that my score gets progressively worse as the night goes on. Some might say it was my lack of stamina, though I have other theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRFKCHIViI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E_2MbkjuEYI/s1600-h/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022715523092731426" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" height="209" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRFKCHIViI/AAAAAAAAAB8/E_2MbkjuEYI/s320/IMG_0100.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRGqSHIVjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Hx_QEWu0qho/s1600-h/IMG_0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022717176655140402" style="WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRGqSHIVjI/AAAAAAAAACE/Hx_QEWu0qho/s320/IMG_0110.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRHRiHIVkI/AAAAAAAAACM/c6OGiql5So0/s1600-h/IMG_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022717850965005890" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRHRiHIVkI/AAAAAAAAACM/c6OGiql5So0/s320/IMG_0111.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*my apologies for the badly shrunken pictures, but I wanted to get them all on the same line&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-8425462362008116107?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/8425462362008116107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=8425462362008116107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8425462362008116107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/8425462362008116107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/01/sports-match-ups-that-are-rocking-my.html' title='Sports match-ups that are rocking my world'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RbRCtyHIVeI/AAAAAAAAABc/sBcrqq6XmVI/s72-c/CXA14601212300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-1568375021317796668</id><published>2007-01-18T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:13:23.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snakes on a plane'/><title type='text'>Oh, I'm ready for it, come on bring it</title><content type='html'>well, it has finally happened, I have seen the greatest movie of all time.  That's right, I am talking about the ever humorous, ever scientifically inaccurate film of "Snakes on a Plane."  I knew that the movie was going to be "bad," a bit campy and try and take itself too serious.  But what I didn't expect was that it would just blow those expectations out of the water.  It was all of that and so much more.  I do not think I have laughed that hard at movie in quite a long time.  It is definitely going to be a cult classic and not in the way Mel Brooks comedies are or even how Rocky Horrow is, but it has it own new level of cult-ness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have the drinking game figured out.  Everytime someone says "snakes" you drink.  You could even spread it out to the phrase "snakes on a plane" and still find yourself pretty trashed by the end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do it, go out and rent.  I am telling you that you won't be disappointed.  And if you are well...then you must not have a good sense of humor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-1568375021317796668?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/1568375021317796668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=1568375021317796668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1568375021317796668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/1568375021317796668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-im-ready-for-it-come-on-bring-it.html' title='Oh, I&apos;m ready for it, come on bring it'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4316710610964872087.post-2265116274066340900</id><published>2007-01-16T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T03:31:14.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's take a walk down the road to Oscars 2007</title><content type='html'>So, while I was not able to watch the awards due to the fact that I had to do newspaper stuff. Here are some highlights that made my night (or technically morning, since I appear to be an insomniac right now): &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RayzyiHIVYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2s3gc79BglA/s1600-h/AmericaFer_Grani_12252100_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020585365342803330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RayzyiHIVYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2s3gc79BglA/s320/AmericaFer_Grani_12252100_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America Ferrera, who is pretty much the coolest actress around, won for "Ugly Betty" (the show also won for best comedy). This is definitely a show that deserves to be around for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ray1eCHIVbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ryr_P7c39Jo/s1600-h/HelenMirre_Grani_12253264_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020587212178740658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ray1eCHIVbI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ryr_P7c39Jo/s320/HelenMirre_Grani_12253264_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Mirren, won two, which is also great because she is just so amazing. I saw her in "The Queen" (she won one of her awards for it) and she did a fantastic job. It was an incredible movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the great news of the night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020588006747690434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/Ray2MSHIVcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/71vknYdI8G0/s320/KatherineH_Grani_12253112_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Grey's Anatomy" won for best drama. Oh man, I cannot wait until this week's episode. I really want Alex and Addison to get together. They are really cute right now. Though Ellen Pompeo looks very sickly in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a complete list of award winners: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/features/rto/2007/globes"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/features/rto/2007/globes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4316710610964872087-2265116274066340900?l=megselyse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/feeds/2265116274066340900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4316710610964872087&amp;postID=2265116274066340900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2265116274066340900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4316710610964872087/posts/default/2265116274066340900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megselyse.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-take-walk-down-road-to-oscars-2007.html' title='Let&apos;s take a walk down the road to Oscars 2007'/><author><name>megs_elyse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11065977750503381187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/ScQYYZP8gxI/AAAAAAAAASY/rVW5oX9mkPE/S220/such+smokey+eyes.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xgl4OMCHcQQ/RayzyiHIVYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2s3gc79BglA/s72-c/AmericaFer_Grani_12252100_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
