<?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-8021585683845371117</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:35:44.756-08:00</updated><category term='spanish'/><category term='Rache'/><category term='PommyPictures'/><category term='Barack'/><category term='nakorokan'/><category term='blogspot'/><category term='New Zealand'/><category term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category term='inauguartion'/><category term='skype'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='TOK'/><category term='USA'/><category term='Happy New Year'/><category term='John'/><category term='yearbook'/><category term='Mike Carden'/><category term='olympics'/><category term='Katy Perry'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='Daniel'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='The Butcher'/><category term='NZ'/><category term='video'/><category term='Washington DC'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='Cobra Starship'/><category term='Denise'/><category term='WizardNeedsFoodBadly'/><category term='Sireesha'/><category term='Lourenco'/><category term='blogtv'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='math'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='David'/><category term='skishua'/><category term='english'/><category term='Jessums31'/><category term='Rob'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='golf'/><category term='xanga'/><category term='roar'/><category term='Bradley'/><category term='Michael Guy Chislett'/><category term='Lauren'/><category term='school'/><category term='Adam Siska'/><category term='William Beckett'/><category term='lunch'/><category term='Becky'/><category term='Relient K'/><category term='stickam'/><category term='warped tour'/><category term='Michael Phelps'/><category term='Denise neechers happy birthday'/><category term='The Academy Is...'/><category term='Simon'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='history'/><category term='Gabe Saporta'/><category term='Ryland'/><category term='We The Kings'/><category term='Jess'/><category term='Lewis'/><category term='LewisBostock'/><category term='Josh'/><title type='text'>VivaLaLaurennn in Writing</title><subtitle type='html'>I CAN HAZ VALLEY GURL?!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-7700988020221048633</id><published>2009-02-08T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T01:31:05.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Places You'll Go...</title><content type='html'>Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;Today is your day.&lt;br /&gt;You're off to Great Places!&lt;br /&gt;You're off and away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You have feet in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;You can steer yourself&lt;br /&gt;any direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own.  And you know what you know.&lt;br /&gt;And YOU  are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll look up and down streets.  Look 'em over with care.&lt;br /&gt;About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."&lt;br /&gt;With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,&lt;br /&gt;you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may not find any&lt;br /&gt;you'll want to go down.&lt;br /&gt;In that case, of course,&lt;br /&gt;you'll head straight out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's opener there&lt;br /&gt;in the wide open air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there things can happen&lt;br /&gt;and frequently do&lt;br /&gt;to people as brainy&lt;br /&gt;and footsy as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things start to happen,&lt;br /&gt;don't worry.  Don't stew.&lt;br /&gt;Just go right along.&lt;br /&gt;You'll  start happening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be on your way up!&lt;br /&gt;You'll be seeing great sights!&lt;br /&gt;You'll join the high fliers&lt;br /&gt;who soar to high heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.&lt;br /&gt;You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when you don' t&lt;br /&gt;Because, sometimes, you won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say so&lt;br /&gt;but, sadly, it's true&lt;br /&gt;and Hang-ups&lt;br /&gt;can happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get all hung up&lt;br /&gt;in a prickle-ly perch.&lt;br /&gt;And your gang will fly on.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be left in a Lurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll come down from the Lurch&lt;br /&gt;with an unpleasant bump.&lt;br /&gt;And the chances are, then,&lt;br /&gt;that you'll be in a Slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're in a Slump,&lt;br /&gt;you're not in for much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Un-slumping yourself&lt;br /&gt;is not easily done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.&lt;br /&gt;Some windows are lighted.  But mostly they're darked.&lt;br /&gt;A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to stay out?  Do you dare to go in?&lt;br /&gt;How much can you lose? How much can you win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF  you go in, should you turn left or right...&lt;br /&gt;or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?&lt;br /&gt;Or go around back and sneak in from behind?&lt;br /&gt;Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,&lt;br /&gt;for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get so confused&lt;br /&gt;that you'll start in to race&lt;br /&gt;down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace&lt;br /&gt;and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,&lt;br /&gt;headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.&lt;br /&gt;The Waiting Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for people just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a  train to go&lt;br /&gt;or a bus to come, or a plane to go&lt;br /&gt;or the mail to come, or the rain to go&lt;br /&gt;or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow&lt;br /&gt;or waiting around for a Yes or a No&lt;br /&gt;or waiting for their hair to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the fish to bite&lt;br /&gt;or waiting for wind to fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;or waiting around for Friday night&lt;br /&gt;or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake&lt;br /&gt;or a pot to boil, or a Better Break&lt;br /&gt;or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants&lt;br /&gt;or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;That's not for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you'll escape&lt;br /&gt;all that waiting and staying.&lt;br /&gt;You'll find the bright places&lt;br /&gt;where Boom Bands are playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With banner flip-flapping,&lt;br /&gt;once more you'll ride high!&lt;br /&gt;Ready for anything under the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Ready because you're that kind of a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!&lt;br /&gt;There are points to be scored.  there are games to be won.&lt;br /&gt;And the magical things you can do with that ball&lt;br /&gt;will make you the winning-est winner of all.&lt;br /&gt;Fame!  You'll be famous as famous can be,&lt;br /&gt;with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when they don't.&lt;br /&gt;Because, sometimes, they won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that some  times&lt;br /&gt;you'll play lonely games too.&lt;br /&gt;Games you can't win&lt;br /&gt;'cause you'll play against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All  Alone!&lt;br /&gt;Whether you like it or not,&lt;br /&gt;Alone will be something&lt;br /&gt;you'll be quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're alone, there's a very good chance&lt;br /&gt;you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.&lt;br /&gt;There are some, down the road between hither and yon,&lt;br /&gt;that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on you will go&lt;br /&gt;though the weather be foul&lt;br /&gt;On you will go&lt;br /&gt;though your enemies prowl&lt;br /&gt;On you will go&lt;br /&gt;though the Hakken-Kraks howl&lt;br /&gt;Onward up many&lt;br /&gt;a frightening creek,&lt;br /&gt;though your arms may get sore&lt;br /&gt;and your sneakers may leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and on you will hike&lt;br /&gt;and I know you'll hike far&lt;br /&gt;and face up to your problems&lt;br /&gt;whatever they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get mixed up, of course,&lt;br /&gt;as you already know.&lt;br /&gt;You'll get mixed up&lt;br /&gt;with many strange birds as you go.&lt;br /&gt;So be sure when you step.&lt;br /&gt;Step with care and great tact&lt;br /&gt;and remember that Life's&lt;br /&gt;a Great Balancing Act.&lt;br /&gt;Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.&lt;br /&gt;And never  mix up your right foot with your left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And will you succeed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes! You will, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;(98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray&lt;br /&gt;or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,&lt;br /&gt;you're off to Great Places!&lt;br /&gt;Today is your day!&lt;br /&gt;Your mountain is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;So...get on your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Dr. Seuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-7700988020221048633?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/7700988020221048633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=7700988020221048633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/7700988020221048633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/7700988020221048633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh the Places You&apos;ll Go...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-3137516912657691836</id><published>2009-02-05T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:45:41.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not neglecting, I swear!</title><content type='html'>I really meant to post here more often, I just am too lazy/busy to really write anything decent. So here is my sad attempt. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Look at what I've been doing for the past hour and a half (and I'm still not done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/goldeen/Desktop/Picture%201.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SYvOK4TvIxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4HqznypnVLc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SYvOK4TvIxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4HqznypnVLc/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556072840700690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be my history study guide up until number 2 of part 2. That means I have 7 more to go. *shoots self* I mean, I can do it, I just hate it. You would too if you've learned about World War II about 2,385,709,384,750,982 times in your school career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-3137516912657691836?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/3137516912657691836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=3137516912657691836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3137516912657691836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3137516912657691836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-neglecting-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m not neglecting, I swear!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SYvOK4TvIxI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4HqznypnVLc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-4793463729900981117</id><published>2009-01-28T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:45:49.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>Someone keeps annoying me with her ways.  She doesn't know when to shut up or when someone doesn't care about what she is saying. She will repeat something from her story at least 5 times just so she can hear herself talk. I'm convinced of it. Yet I have to do so much for her/with her. I'm just so annoyed! I'm mean she is a great person and all, I just need a break from her. A LONG BREAK. I'm so glad I'm leaving the state for college. Praise the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;It's no one from my online community of friends, so I think I'm safe posting this here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-4793463729900981117?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/4793463729900981117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=4793463729900981117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/4793463729900981117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/4793463729900981117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_28.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-2060202972590706046</id><published>2009-01-25T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:07:57.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>Made it home safely. When I have the energy, I'll update about the trip. Pictures included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a teaser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SXwdkqaW1cI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6Ks2IoMVWxs/s1600-h/DSC02723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SXwdkqaW1cI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6Ks2IoMVWxs/s320/DSC02723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295139777578194370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Ashveen, Parveen, me, and Tjiska standing on the Jefferson Memorial with the Washington Monument in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-2060202972590706046?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/2060202972590706046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=2060202972590706046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2060202972590706046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2060202972590706046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SXwdkqaW1cI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6Ks2IoMVWxs/s72-c/DSC02723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-810530962014266664</id><published>2009-01-16T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:15:56.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I leave at 3am...</title><content type='html'>It's currently 9:10pm. And in less than 6 hours I am getting on a bus to the Oakland airport where I am then flying to Kansas City, MO and then to Washington DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone for a week, so don't miss me too much! I do hope that everyone that is going down to Wellington next week has an awesome time because I probably won't see talk to you from now until you all get back, except for on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have my number, text/call me if you want. I'll be ECSTATIC! Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm gone, I'll not only be witnessing history on January 20th in DC, I'll be traveling around Virginia to the historical Civil War sites and Jamestown/Williamsburg. :D I'm going with my history teacher and a bunch of my friends so I know it'll be a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm live tweeting my entire experience, so get my twitter updates!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.twitter.com/vivalalaurennn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have internet access for the most part while I'm gone, but I will update it via text message. And I am getting twitter text messages from Jess, Denise, Josh, Becky, David and Tenani.&lt;br /&gt;And, if you want to get a hold of me while I'm gone, direct message me on twitter. Then I'll get it to my phone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love for now, LAUREN &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-810530962014266664?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/810530962014266664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=810530962014266664' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/810530962014266664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/810530962014266664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-leave-at-3am.html' title='I leave at 3am...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-3115495989978203200</id><published>2009-01-15T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:51:00.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a big day for me. So much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finals in the morning: History and English.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to the bank to get my new debit card.&lt;br /&gt;-Packing for DC.&lt;br /&gt;-Doing laundry for DC.&lt;br /&gt;-Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;-Skyping.&lt;br /&gt;-Downloading new music to iPod.&lt;br /&gt;-Getting Album covers for all m music on iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need my rest! Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-3115495989978203200?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/3115495989978203200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=3115495989978203200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3115495989978203200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3115495989978203200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-to-do.html' title='So much to do!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-5185929973190335006</id><published>2009-01-14T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:23:56.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Finals were fine today. Just Spanish and Psych. We didn't do much of a final in either class anyway, but tomorrow is math and TOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study for math tonight, a lot. I'm going to quickly make my OAW video right now because Iw on't have time tomorrow, and then I'm going to get started on studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Full night ahead of me! Won't be online at all. Sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;But, Friday I will be for sure! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-5185929973190335006?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/5185929973190335006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=5185929973190335006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5185929973190335006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5185929973190335006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-7431768104026848068</id><published>2009-01-13T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:54:41.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Start Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>I have Spanish and Psychology finals tomorrow. Not too big of a deal.&lt;br /&gt;Not REAL final in Spanish, and an open book test in Psychology. Stress free, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I have Math and TOK. These are what I'm stressing about. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Math I have a cumulative final on everything I've learned this year. From August until now. I'm needing to study big time. And on, top of the studying, I have my math project due at noon on Friday. Joy. All I have to do in TOK is write a rough draft for my TOK essay. But this involves creative thinking and preparation. I'm not ready for this. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I have History and English. I have to study for both. History is an exam on Single Party States in Europe. Mostly revolving around Hitler, Mussolini, and Franco. Fascist dictators FTL.&lt;br /&gt;English, I have two essays. One on the play The Visit and one on the novel Things Fall Apart. I didn't finish reading TFA...so I'm scared. Plus, there are 40 multiple choice questions on each as well. So stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that on Friday I can come home and take a nap, pack, and then stay up all night because I'm leaving for the airport to go to Washington DC at 3am. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insanely excited about my DC trip though. I get to see Barack Obama inaugurated. The first black president! :D More on this later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No play rehearsal for the rest of the week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-7431768104026848068?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/7431768104026848068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=7431768104026848068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/7431768104026848068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/7431768104026848068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/finals-start-tomorrow.html' title='Finals Start Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-5163778024678624974</id><published>2009-01-11T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:31:00.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denise neechers happy birthday'/><title type='text'>The Neech is 24 years young!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWq2E1xul9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nlQhudFEAHY/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWq2E1xul9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nlQhudFEAHY/s320/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290240906571454418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Denise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are one of the most kind and friendly person I've met on YouTube. I can't believe how easily our friendship has grown. Our first meeting might have been slightly awkward to you, but I know that next time (because there is of course going to be a next time) it will be like seeing old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise, I know I've said this before, but I feel like I could tell you anything because I trust you. I love the one-on-one chats we have, and the calls we have with Jiss. I'm happy that you can trust me too. I think of you as that cool big sister that I always wish I had, but never did. I had to deal with an older brother my whole life, this is a nice change. It sucks that we all live so far apart. But my one goal (besides college, right now) is to go to New Zealand with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a great friend Denise, and I'm so lucky that I got to know you. So happy birthday! I hope your day was fabulous. FEF fo' lyfe! Denise the duck says hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-5163778024678624974?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/5163778024678624974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=5163778024678624974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5163778024678624974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5163778024678624974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/neech-is-24-years-young.html' title='The Neech is 24 years young!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWq2E1xul9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/nlQhudFEAHY/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-5138135056380183028</id><published>2009-01-10T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:59:39.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWlEZ2n-7kI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-ASWkZJM7AQ/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWlEZ2n-7kI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-ASWkZJM7AQ/s320/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289834448273993282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my birthday was great. Had fun at school. Then Kelly and Becky went to dinner with me and my parents. Then they stayed over and we talked to Jess, David, Rob, and Simon. Not all at once though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 packages of stroopwafles. Here's a pic of me eating one.&lt;br /&gt;And I got iPod headphones with a mic built in so that I can talk on skype on my iPod. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a straightener for my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-5138135056380183028?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/5138135056380183028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=5138135056380183028' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5138135056380183028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5138135056380183028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-my-birthday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWlEZ2n-7kI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-ASWkZJM7AQ/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6833929906502283910</id><published>2009-01-08T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:54:27.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the hiccups right now.</title><content type='html'>Hiccups aren't pleasant. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chocolate letter 'L' from my Godmother for Christmas. I always get that from her. It's Dutch tradition. I'm always so excited about it. except this time, when I opened it, half the chocolate had gone bad. *sadface*&lt;br /&gt;Dutch chocolate is my favorite chocolate in the world... but it went bad and now I'm all upset that I have no Droste chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll include a picture. I actually attempted to eat the bad chocolate too. It wasn't good, obviously.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWa3Vag4yqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/juwhnvaHaE8/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWa3Vag4yqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/juwhnvaHaE8/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289116390915623586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY STORY TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at rehearsal for the play that I'm in, Cyrano de Bergerac, and we were doing a read through. If you're unfamiliar with the play there is a scene where Cyrano (the main character) is in a theater and a girl, known as the Orange Girl, is selling foods. She hears that Cyrano doesn't have any money left for the month so she offers him some food. Anyway, in the script's stage directions Cyrano must kiss her hand and thank her before she leaves the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the funny part. In rehearsal it gets to that part and the guy who is playing Cyrano, Jon, says his line before he is suppose to kiss the Orange Girls hand and then he goes on to moan something that is not in the script at all, "MMMMMMM. Tastes Citrus-y."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how we all laughed after that. OMG so funny. The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-6833929906502283910?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6833929906502283910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6833929906502283910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6833929906502283910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6833929906502283910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-hiccups-right-now.html' title='I have the hiccups right now.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWa3Vag4yqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/juwhnvaHaE8/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-922073780196218502</id><published>2009-01-04T22:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:28:03.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TheWineKone @ his finest.</title><content type='html'>I twitpic'd this, but I also felt the need to blog it for Denise. Here it will be encapsulated in time. FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWGoN3Fzi-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/fqNnzXH02-k/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 522px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWGoN3Fzi-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/fqNnzXH02-k/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287692393589738466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD &lt;33333 YOU DENISE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-922073780196218502?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/922073780196218502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=922073780196218502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/922073780196218502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/922073780196218502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-twitpicd-this-but-i-also-felt-need-to.html' title='TheWineKone @ his finest.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SWGoN3Fzi-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/fqNnzXH02-k/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-2827211230779083207</id><published>2009-01-04T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:33:10.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Let's see how many people comment this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me these questions three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;(2) What is your quest?&lt;br /&gt;(3) What is your favorite color?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-2827211230779083207?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/2827211230779083207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=2827211230779083207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2827211230779083207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2827211230779083207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-2729839894937294136</id><published>2009-01-03T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:14:37.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll add things to this as the day progresses.</title><content type='html'>I went to sleep at 7am this morning and woke up a little past 2pm. I have screwed up my internal clock like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;I made Mac and Cheese and then watched a little bit of the Falcon/Cardinal football game. I'm in love with Matt Ryan so the Falcons better win! *shakes fist Rache style*&lt;br /&gt;My face has been breaking out due to stress and it makes me feel ugly. D:&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted too much of today already. Need to get going on Spanish/ Hitler&amp;amp;Stalin Study Guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-2729839894937294136?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/2729839894937294136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=2729839894937294136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2729839894937294136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2729839894937294136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-add-things-to-this-as-day.html' title='I&apos;ll add things to this as the day progresses.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-2865179192121139289</id><published>2009-01-02T17:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:57:54.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking another break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8oi2_R9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VQG0Gyym2zM/s1600-h/Photo+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8oi2_R9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VQG0Gyym2zM/s320/Photo+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286989066897847698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be doing homework, but I keep getting sidetracked. Not even by skype like I normally would. I took skype away from myself for the weekend. :(  I somehow have found other ways to procrastinate. This is why I think procrastination is an art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a parcel in the mail from Rob today and it seriously made me so happy. In it were 3 dinglepop badges, and a badge that says, "THE GAME" on it. (When I opened it, I saw that and right away said, "I just lost the game.") I got a little toothpick thing with an Australian flag on it to add to my Australia collection and I got chocolate coins and 2 toffee pieces. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8oDlinShI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2kTLBeaF_b0/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8oDlinShI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2kTLBeaF_b0/s320/Photo+36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286988529638263314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since I got that, all I can do it stare at the dingles. They are so adorable. I'll be putting them on my backpack for school. That's right, it'll be stellar. I'll be one of the cool kids in no time. mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all ready for school on Monday, with the exception of my incomplete homework... -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-2865179192121139289?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/2865179192121139289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=2865179192121139289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2865179192121139289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2865179192121139289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/taking-another-break.html' title='Taking another break...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8oi2_R9ZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/VQG0Gyym2zM/s72-c/Photo+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6010953276864812526</id><published>2009-01-01T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:31:02.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sireesha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bradley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><title type='text'>2009, I have high hopes for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1ct5lvHLI/AAAAAAAAADI/TiG3bhnt06I/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1ct5lvHLI/AAAAAAAAADI/TiG3bhnt06I/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286483481225796786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty epic I must say. Sarah, Bekah, John, Daniel, Bradley, and I all gathered at Sireesha's house to bring in the new year. We played The Game of Life, and made pasta. And then we sat and talked and watched "Jizz in My Pants" and various other viral videos from 2008 on YouTube. We counted down from 10 until the clock hit 12:00 and we toasted eachother with Sparkling Cider (not wine like some people were led to believe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Jess on Sireesha's computer and she got to meet everyone that was there, or at least see them I believe. It was funny. So a lot happened while we hung out and I heard a lot of gossip about old friends that have moved on to college and I hadn't heard from them in a while. That was odd to hear what they are doing now. Sarah, Sireesha and I stayed up late after everyone had left and gossiped more. I miss that when they're gone. I always miss them so much. They both leave January 4th. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I had a good beginning to 2009 though. I know this year is going to be the year that the most change happens to me. I'm graduating from high school in June, going to college in August and that means I'm moving out. I seriously can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1etA4CWyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ezH_xiLVyPc/s1600-h/DSC02689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1etA4CWyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ezH_xiLVyPc/s320/DSC02689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286485665024989986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1gLs3op3I/AAAAAAAAADw/5NeCCFIcves/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1gLs3op3I/AAAAAAAAADw/5NeCCFIcves/s320/DSC02682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286487291742168946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1f7hMoJYI/AAAAAAAAADo/qxfoitUa9r8/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1f7hMoJYI/AAAAAAAAADo/qxfoitUa9r8/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286487013731083650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1fbf829AI/AAAAAAAAADY/_vP6NYPHWNU/s1600-h/DSC02683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1fbf829AI/AAAAAAAAADY/_vP6NYPHWNU/s320/DSC02683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286486463640695810" 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/8021585683845371117-6010953276864812526?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6010953276864812526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6010953276864812526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6010953276864812526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6010953276864812526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-i-have-high-hopes-for-you.html' title='2009, I have high hopes for you.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV1ct5lvHLI/AAAAAAAAADI/TiG3bhnt06I/s72-c/DSC02687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-5021713730227899583</id><published>2008-12-31T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:28:26.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008...</title><content type='html'>HELLO 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, I'm not saying you were a bad year because we definitely had our good times...&lt;br /&gt;I Remember at the beginning of our relationship I was a stupid 16 year old who thought she was cooler than she actually was. -_- Remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly turned 17 which made my life a little better. I could now legally drive my friends around and drive past the hours of 11pm and 5am. I was given a lot more freedom during you, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I became more driven in my schoolwork for sure, and while others were struggling with juggling everything, I became a pro. I gained more confidence with you, 2008. In late January, I began making videos on the popular video sharing website known as YouTube. I went to the San Francisco gathering in February with Claire-Bear and we had a blast.  I didn't know what you had in store for me. But, 2008, you sure knew. You knew that I would make incredible friends from all around the world. Friends that, beginning in the summer, I would talk to daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, you also took some of my friends away... In June, Sarah, Sireesha, Cassie and Jorge all graduated from high school. They were some of my best friends I could ever have had. So come August, Sarah and Sireesha left for San Diego, Cassie for San Francisco and Jorge for New York. 2008, you took my best friends away from me so that I could only see them during the summer and winter holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2008, my brother is another one of those, except he is gone until next August. So it's not just your fault, 2008, don't worry. I am happy that he is living it up in Argentina though, and possibly some other South American countries while he's down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some incredible opportunities because of you, 2008. I was able to go to Boston for 2 weeks to study at Boston University and meet a ton of amazing people from all over the world. I had a tremendously good time and now I have a heap of contacts in Puerto Rico. :P&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to Warped Tour and see some of my favorite bands ever. I got to meet The Academy Is... and Cobra Starship. I just about died of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to go to YouTube Live in November. I met some of my favorite YouTubers and got to see some pretty sweet acts live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that even when the economy is in crap mode, that I can have a great Christmas. Just spending it with friends and family just hanging out and having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way 2008, you produced some awesome movies as well. Wall-E was the movie I saw with my brother the day before he left for Argentina. That just makes it 100 times better than it already was. Australia made my life complete; I cried, I laughed, I was disgusted, so many emotions in one movie. Benjamin Button was done so well that it made me cry so much towards the end. Mamma Mia! was definitely the feel good movie of the year. Twilight sucked though, 2008, fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life, 2008. Not as much as 2009 will, but you did significantly change it in all these ways. Each day you made a small change and I don't think I have an regrets from this year. I do remember the moment I found out I had been accepted into Indiana University and University of Nebraska. I literally cried because I was going to college for sure. That was the life changing moment I'll remember from you, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks from the bottom of my heart, 2008. You did well for yourself this year. (Just don't get me started on the "hit music" from you. It sucked KTHNXBAI.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post about what is upcoming in 2009 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-5021713730227899583?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/5021713730227899583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=5021713730227899583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5021713730227899583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5021713730227899583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodbye-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2008...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-1603631705349607135</id><published>2008-12-29T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:26:52.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Skype Contacts.</title><content type='html'>This is a list of my skype contacts. However, there is a catch. Their names/ usernames are not shown, rather a sentence of how I feel about them or something that reminds me of them is written. Also, currently I have 94 skype contacts, therefore I won't be writing about all of them. Just the ones I feel are important enough to get out into writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-- I have been one of your fans since I began making videos last January and I can't believe you're only a Sophomore.&lt;br /&gt;2--You were one of my first skype contacts and I think I met you through stickam.&lt;br /&gt;3--You seem like an amazing person and I can't wait to get to know you better soon; ya'know being an invader on survivoryt and all.&lt;br /&gt;4--I just watched your video right before I made this post and I think you're a hilarious drunk.&lt;br /&gt;5--HATE IS A STRONG WORD, BUT I REALLY REALLY REALLY DON'T LIKE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;6--You seems sweet, but I've never really chatted with you; the only time I did, you were hungover.&lt;br /&gt;7--I LOVE YOU SO FREAKING MUCH my SportyFEF! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;8--You, sir, are something else entirely; everytime you smacked me on the head it made me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;9--You are my favorite male ginger, this is true; you're amaingly silly as well.&lt;br /&gt;10--I remember when I first heard about you, Rache had said that there was some kid that said he was going to my school next year and it creeped me out, but you're not that creepy in reality, ily my freshman!&lt;br /&gt;11--Hi Mom, hi Dad.&lt;br /&gt;12--You're a little too fangirlish for me.&lt;br /&gt;13--You seem nice enough.&lt;br /&gt;14--Your English Chavness is hilarious, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;15--When I see you come online I squeal. You can ask anyone who has been in a call with me when you sign on; I love you little Pom!&lt;br /&gt;16--I love your suave Brazilian accent.&lt;br /&gt;17--Hey bro, how's Argentina?&lt;br /&gt;18--You have gotten creepy; I mean you're 10 years older than I am, something is wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;19--You never cease to annoy me, but that again you can be a really sweetheart and NO, I'M LIKE NOT LIKE A VALLEY LIKE GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;20--I haven't talked to you in a while which makes me sad; it makes me miss your deep sensual voice *giggle*.&lt;br /&gt;21--I can't flippin' believe I have you as a skype contact; I freakin' fangirl soooo much AND I've actually talked to you! *SQUEEEE*&lt;br /&gt;22--I wish you weren't in the Austrian timezone permanently, because we don't get to talk often.&lt;br /&gt;23--You have been one of my best friends since we went to Australia together, I love you, and thanks for being my IRL YouTube buddy.&lt;br /&gt;24--You're such a sweet talker, you're worse than Simon in the sweet talking department.&lt;br /&gt;25--I love you my little New Zealand Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;26--I sort of wish you never got that job at McDonalds because that means you're never on skype anymore and I can't talk to you that often; I love talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;27--I haven't talked to you in ages, so when your computer is fixed, get on skype girl!&lt;br /&gt;28--You're new to YouTube and the NZ community, but you're ever so sweet and you have a brilliant singing voice!&lt;br /&gt;29--I remember, I was your 200th sunscriber, now look at you.&lt;br /&gt;30--My little dancing kiwi, you're an amazing Balloono player.&lt;br /&gt;31--YOU ARE GETTING A PARAGRAPH ALL IN CAPS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU THAT MUCH. YOU ARE THE REASON I HAVE ALL THESE AMAZING FRIENDS IN THE FIRST PLACE. WITHOUT YOU I WOULDN'T ALMOST BE APART OF THE NZ YOUTUBE COMMUNITY THE WAY I AM NOW AND I KNOW, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. WE TALKED ABOUT TWILIGHT AND YT CRUSHES AND FANGIRLING AT FIRST, BUT NOW I SWEAR I COULD TELL YOU ANYTHING. I CONSIDER YOU MY BEST YOUTUBE FRIEND, EVEN IF YOU DON'T CONSIDER ME, YOUR'S. I LOVE YOU LOTS AND LOTS!!! FEF FO LYFE!&lt;br /&gt;32--You're so sweet to me, I wish more people liked you.&lt;br /&gt;33--You're nice enough, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;34--I feel like I'm losing you, like we're losing you; it used to be the three of us all the time, but now I think you'e moved on.&lt;br /&gt;35--You happen to be the most compassionate person I know; you're always thinking of others and so full of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;36--My PoshFEF in da house! I love talking to you so much, you're always so excited and I love hearing your stories.&lt;br /&gt;37--Peeps, Poptarts, Peeps, Poptarts, Peeps: your heart!&lt;br /&gt;38--Two days ago Corey added you to a call and it just might have been the most awkward call I've ever been in because I used to be a self-proclaimed fangirl of you and as of late, I've had to tone that down.&lt;br /&gt;39--I miss you, you and your Earl Grey tea drinking ways.&lt;br /&gt;40--ANCHETAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;41--Thank you so much for being my go to guy for all this crazy Computer and technology stuff, ily!&lt;br /&gt;42--I haven't talked to you in a crazy long time, how's IB and Portugal?&lt;br /&gt;43--Blame Canada, eh?&lt;br /&gt;44--I miss you too, get on skype, yo fo realz.&lt;br /&gt;45--I wish I talked to you more because I love your videos and I think we could be really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;46--You are one silly guy; enough with the shots!&lt;br /&gt;47--I love you because you are funny, quirky, and just all around a tremendously good person.&lt;br /&gt;48--Your name makes me laugh when you sign on because it sounds like my computer is saying vagina.&lt;br /&gt;49--I could consider you one of my best friends on youtube as well, I just don't know if you'd ever consider me the same.&lt;br /&gt;50--You're odd.&lt;br /&gt;51--You're no leprechaun, you're not from Ireland, you're right Welsh and have such an adorable accent I could eat it up.&lt;br /&gt;52--I thought it was so crazy when I found out we lived in the same city, you being all popular and stuff, and me just being, well me...&lt;br /&gt;53--I feel like we have an odd relationship because I used to be such a fangirl and I think you knew it, so I think you felt awkward for a while and then you realized I wasn't acting fangirlish, so you didn't mind me anymore... idk.&lt;br /&gt;54--I FREAKING LOVE YOU GINGERFEF!!! I need to go down and visit you soooooooon, leik SRSLY.&lt;br /&gt;55--You're in Modesto right now.&lt;br /&gt;56--You are so humble it's crazy, I mean you have a crapload of subscribers yet you don't let it get to you and you talk to the "lowly" people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did end up skipping a lot of people, but those are the ones I don't talk to, or I was told to add them in my contacts so that I could add them to a conference call that they were in for all of 5 minutes. Anyway, I noticed that I need to do a crap load of sifting through my skype contact list to get rid of those people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-1603631705349607135?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/1603631705349607135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=1603631705349607135' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/1603631705349607135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/1603631705349607135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-skype-contacts.html' title='My Skype Contacts.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-3395450965276250922</id><published>2008-12-29T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:39:59.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington DC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inauguartion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NZ'/><title type='text'>I'm actually writing for a change...</title><content type='html'>So, I need to write in this more often. I think the reason I stopped is because it took too much time and effort to figure out how to use blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I used to write daily on my Xanga blog but I stopped during Spring break of this year and never started again. I kind of miss that. I occasionally go back and read my old posts and I'm reminded of what a dork I was and still am. I mean, no kidding, I wrote daily in my Xanga for 2 whole years and then just suddenly stopped. I think I just got lazy. YouTube became a priority and no one used Xanga anymore anyway. I mean, how many of you redaing this (if anyone is reading this at all) have heard of Xanga? Yeah, I didn't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I would go to sleep before midnight tonight because I'm going to Oakland tomorrow, but that didn't happen. I'm still awake and fully dressed and sitting in front of my computer at 12:30. I'm talking to David; he hasn't been on the computer in ages, so that is nice. And Denise just went to bed because I told her she has to be alert for work so that she can get money to go visit New Zealand with me. Wait, I need money too. *fail*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I mean, I'm so lazy when it comes to writing, especially because I kept forgetting the password to this blog. I will remember it now. I think. Oh crap, I alreday forgot it... *fail again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those of you who don't know already, I got an iPod Touch for Christmas. Thought I'd brag a little more in textual form. And I'm going to Washington D.C. for the inauguration of Barack Obama. BUT, that's when all my NZ friends will be in Wellington with Rob and I'm going to be insanely jealous. If you're reading this, WE MUST TALK WHILE YOU'RE ALL TOGETHER, KTHNXBAI. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-3395450965276250922?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/3395450965276250922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=3395450965276250922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3395450965276250922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3395450965276250922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-actually-writing-for-change.html' title='I&apos;m actually writing for a change...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-4858156935012510873</id><published>2008-09-28T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:51:11.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really proud of this video.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please watch and comment! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVCsvVo2VEk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cVCsvVo2VEk&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;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-4858156935012510873?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/4858156935012510873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=4858156935012510873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/4858156935012510873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/4858156935012510873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-really-proud-of-this-video.html' title='I&apos;m really proud of this video.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-8366579354027888748</id><published>2008-09-22T23:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:13:25.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hiro is my hero. I love him. His character is just simply amazing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Milo Ventimilgia is my favorite actor however. He plays Peter. He is gorgeous!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really tired so I won't rant on and on about Heroes. I'm just going to say that it was effing amazing! I can't wait until next Monday just for the next episode. AHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty. Nighty night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-8366579354027888748?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/8366579354027888748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=8366579354027888748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/8366579354027888748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/8366579354027888748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/09/heroes.html' title='Heroes!!!!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6688018938032274643</id><published>2008-09-10T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:22:11.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palin is not prepared to be vp let alone president</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;John McCain's choice of Sarah Palin to be vice president is just nuts. She has zero international experience and zero national government experience. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what has been her record that qualifies her for the Oval Office? Well she was mayor of a town about the size of Newman, CA (about 6,000 people). And for 20 months she has been governor of Alaska, a state with a population about the size of San Joaquin County in California. And McCain thinks she is ready to be commander in chief and president.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is 72 and has had cancer four times. The vice president must be ready to take over the biggest, toughest job in the world. The idea that Sarah Palin is that person should cause us all to question not only McCain's judgement but his mental stability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about it. Logically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OBAMA-Biden '08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&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/8021585683845371117-6688018938032274643?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6688018938032274643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6688018938032274643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6688018938032274643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6688018938032274643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/09/palin-is-not-prepared-to-be-vp-let.html' title='Palin is not prepared to be vp let alone president'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-4275762280302616608</id><published>2008-09-06T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:18:06.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I fail at posting...</title><content type='html'>Why don't I post here more often? I think I should, I just don't. I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-4275762280302616608?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/4275762280302616608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=4275762280302616608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/4275762280302616608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/4275762280302616608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-think-i-fail-at-posting.html' title='I think I fail at posting...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-5424242631719979642</id><published>2008-08-30T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:59:08.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days Later...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't written in 11 days, I've been busy because I'm back at school. School started Monday morning with not much of a bang. It was a drag actually. I guess I'll go through my whole day and say what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Period is IBSL Spanish. I'm in Spanish 4 this year and despite taking classes for 4 years and going to Guatemala last summer, I'm far from even conversational Spanish. I have enough Spanish knowledge to joke around with my friends and fake out our friends that take French. That's it, otherwise I fail at Spanish. Sra. Villalobos is really awesome though. I just have a tough time in Spanish class. "Me gusta aprender español, pero es muy díficil para mí."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Period is IBHL Psychology with Mr. Brereton. It was supposed to be Mrs. Johnson teaching the class, but Mr. Brereton's Anthropology class got taken away, so instead he is teaching all Psych classes. It'll be fine in there despite that was actually have homework. Except this homework is stupid because it is "detailed notes" on the chapters we read. I think that's lame, but that could just be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Period is IBSL Math Studies. I had never had Ms. Chavkin as a teacher, but the people who had her freshman year said she was strict and not very nice. So far I think she is pretty nice, she just wants to get the best out of us because she knows that we can do better. So she pushes her students to strive for the best, she is an AVID teacher anyway. Math seems like it will be difficult though. But she gives lots of extra credit. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Period is IB Theory of Knowledge (aka TOK). Mrs. Castellani is an amazing teacher and I really like her. We are going to do a lot of Extended Essay and college searches in her class, but we will also be taught to challenge what we are taught and what we have learned. Always to ask "why?" Oh and another upside to this class is that even though Tuesday through Thursday I won't have a lunch because both 4th and 5th period is scheduled for me, I will have a lunch on Monday and Friday because TOK is only 3 days a week. Isn't that awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Period I have IBHL Global History with Mr. Chiavetta. I had him as my history teacher Sophomore year and he is amazing. We do however, have a lot of study guides. Study guides fail. And I just got one that is due next week. But I'm sure it'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Period is yearbook class. Ms. McAuliffe is our advisor and teacher and Keisha and I are co-editors-in-chief. On this first day of class there were a lot of people that shouldn't have been in the class who were just thrown in at the last minute because they needed a class 6th period, but they hadn't applied like you're supposed to. So Ms. McAuliffe spent a lot of time trying to get them out of our class. But by Friday, everything was settled. No worries. There are a lot of awesome new people in yearbook class too, and a lot of awesome returning students as well...except for one. But I'll deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh Period is IBHL English 7-8 with Mrs. Johnson. She is such an awesome person I love her already! She keeps blankets in her classroom for when students get cold, and she also has a cabinet full of snacks for us. She keeps popcorn and a microwave and mini-fridge in her classroom so that we have food during class or lunch if we need it. She is so awesome. Her tests are really long though, that's what is funny. But I'll deal with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all in all, I'm only going to have problems in Spanish and Math this year. Just because those classes seem really hard. But then again so are Mr. Chiavetta's tests. Those are like Hell on paper. Well just wish me luck with my senior year, because I'm going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, on to of all of this I have golf. Both practices and matches. We have matches every Tuesday and Thursday and Practice on Mondays and Wednesdays. I'm thankful we get Fridays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-5424242631719979642?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/5424242631719979642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=5424242631719979642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5424242631719979642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/5424242631719979642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/11-days-later.html' title='11 Days Later...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6632805379383054600</id><published>2008-08-19T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:21:18.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finished My EE!</title><content type='html'>This is a big day in my life. I actually finished my extdended essay! I mean I'll probably get it back with a ton of things I need to add, change or take out, but right now I'm finished! I can finally focus on all my other homework that I have to do before Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously dreading going to school Monday. I don't want the school year to start. I just want to automatically go to college already. *sigh* Someone should take me with them to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're reading this and haven't seen my video yet, you fail. Watch it now, below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr5krHI6kcM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sr5krHI6kcM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please DONATE whatever you can! The link to the paypal account is at the top of this page, just click donate. Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-6632805379383054600?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6632805379383054600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6632805379383054600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6632805379383054600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6632805379383054600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-finished-my-ee.html' title='I Finished My EE!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-3701889541612709845</id><published>2008-08-17T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:59:06.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair looks really good right now.</title><content type='html'>My hair seriously looks amazing right now, and the problem with that is I'm not going out at all. All I'm doing tonight is sitting in front of my computer typing my extended essay. *sigh* Why must life give me a great hair day on the wrong day and give me a bad hair day when I am going somewhere important. I think life hates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much fun getting twitter updates sent to my phone in a text message because now I feel really popular when I get 3 text message within 10 minutes. It's especially fun when people are around and they see me checking my text messages. Hahaha. But anyway, I love keeping myself updated all day with twitter. It's an obsession I fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate dinner and it was yummy. We had tacos. Oh how I love Mexican food. It's one of the joys of living in California. You get the real stuff. Mmmmm. Actually, right now my mouth is burning from the hot sauce I put on them, but I'm sure it'll go away soon. I love spicy foods. So delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is on skype right now, but I guess that is a good thing because then I can focus even more on my extended essay and finishing it so that I can move onto all my other homework before school starts. Have I mentioned how much I don't want school to start? I have fun staying up until 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning...and now I won't be able to do that. I'll have to go to bed by 11:00 each night. But thank god I don't have a 0 period this year, because that means I don't have to go to school until 7:55 instead of 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say except that I had a People to People meeting today and it was my first meeting being President. That was nice. I felt so in control. Everyone had to pay attention to me as I called the meeting. I'm such a powerful president. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing...&lt;br /&gt;I'm openly accepting donations at this time to send me to New Zealand. As soon as I get enough money, I'm going. =D (Could take me a while though...sigh. Hopefully by Christmas? Doubt it. Next summer then. Yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-3701889541612709845?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/3701889541612709845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=3701889541612709845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3701889541612709845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3701889541612709845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-hair-looks-really-good-right-now.html' title='My hair looks really good right now.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6476343750348061773</id><published>2008-08-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:14:23.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Butcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Carden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Guy Chislett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobra Starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe Saporta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Siska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Academy Is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warped tour'/><title type='text'>They Say That Kid He's Got Soul...</title><content type='html'>I'm everywhere that you gooooooooo! And I've been there, seen that, and I ain't taking you home. Noo-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song has been stuck in my head since yesterday so I'm listening to it now to get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video clip from The Academy Is... that I took. Sorry it's a bit shaky, I was having fun jumping around. Enjoy. (The Phrase That Pays by The Academy Is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-568c90736437e85e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D568c90736437e85e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330177369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D438FB27D370E02449E5D2B9335189DE04F27E21E.641212ACB8D6FAA0F0FEB16304D3CAD4C3AD9A8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D568c90736437e85e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlZShio7DAP_CDsCJSv8Ji3xODzc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D568c90736437e85e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330177369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D438FB27D370E02449E5D2B9335189DE04F27E21E.641212ACB8D6FAA0F0FEB16304D3CAD4C3AD9A8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D568c90736437e85e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlZShio7DAP_CDsCJSv8Ji3xODzc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-6476343750348061773?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=568c90736437e85e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6476343750348061773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6476343750348061773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6476343750348061773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6476343750348061773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-say-that-kid-hes-got-soul.html' title='They Say That Kid He&apos;s Got Soul...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6685606268357303932</id><published>2008-08-15T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:11:44.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cobra Starship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katy Perry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ryland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We The Kings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Academy Is...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe Saporta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Beckett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relient K'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam Siska'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warped tour'/><title type='text'>WARPED TOUR 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I had one of the best days of my life! I went to Warped Tour in Mountain View, CA and saw two of my most favorite bands ever, The Academy Is... and Cobra Starship! I'll give a play by play of what happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6am I woke up to shower and eat breakfast so that I would be good for the rest of the day until dinner. Becky walked over to my house from her's which is right across the street at around 7:15 and we left at 7:30 from my house. Because of the morning commuting traffic to the bay area, it took us about 2 hours and 15 minutes to get there instead of the usual hour and a half. But it was all good because we had left extra early so that we wouldn't be late. And we were still a whole hour early. Being early was the best thing we could have done. People from bands were walking up and down the line we were waiting in to let us know when bands were playing and they were giving out free stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One group of people that came by were from PETA, that crazy animal rights group, and they pretty much grossed everyone in the line out by explaining how pigs are slaughtered before they are eaten. And I was all, "Well I don't eat pig anyway...except for ribs." And they didn't like that very much. The girl closest to me gave me a really dirty look. I didn't sign the petition. I kind of feel bad now. But oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the day, when Becky and I finally got inside the venue we rushed over to the merch tents to buy me a The Academy Is... t-shirt so I wouldn't have to wear my stupid green shirt anymore. And I got the perfect shirt! =D So then Becky bought some Cobra Starship stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the actual show time. We headed over to the pit of the main stage where The Academy Is... was playing and we watched them play which was hecka awesome! I can't even describe it in words. Just imagine seeing the guys you are in love with playing amazing music and it's all of your favorite songs. Gah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when The Academy Is... was over, we rushed over to the other main stage to see Cobra Starship perform. We got so squished up with everyone. It was like a mini orgy, only not sexual. But it was so awesome to listen to them live and Gabe was so funny! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after that we hit up the smaller stages and saw Family Force 5 which was surprisingly good. Very catchy music that is great to dance to. I'm going to have to look up their music online. We walked through merch tents some more. I saw Katy Perry and waved at her. She waved back, which was slightly unexpected, but cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we stumbled upon where The Academy Is... was going to have their signing. It was at the Alternative Press tent. Luckily when we got there, there wasn't a big line at all. We were maybe 18 people back, so we got a ticket to get stuff signed. However, they weren't going to sign my shirt if it was still on my back, so I had to do an epic quick change while standing in line with three guys standing really close behind me. I pulled it off though without a hitch and without showing too much skin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, when I got to the front of the line, I handed Adam Siska (Sisky Bizness) my shirt and he gave me a high-five. I told him and Mike Carden (the real Santi) that I love TAI TV and that I watch it all the time. They thanked me for doing that. I was in heaven. Mike Carden passed my shirt to Michael Guy Chislett (Chisy) and he signed it, and asked how I was. Then he passed it to THE Butcher who signed it and passed it to William Beckett who signed it and asked how I liked the show. I told him it was amazing as always and that I watch TAI TV and that I'm in love with it. He laughed and thanked me. They were so genuine. It was great! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235016546386421906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SKaD0AinqJI/AAAAAAAAABs/HP8kQOXL13I/s320/DSC02325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I rushed over to where Becky was. She had gone over to wait for Cobra Starship to come to the place where they were having their signing. When Cobra finally showed up, we had a dance party and sang tons of songs, but we sang "Kiss My Sass" twice because they're making a music video for it and they needed us to be in it as a large crowd of fans. The band came out and danced with us too and I was about 5 feet away from Ryland the entire time, and about 10 feet away from Gabe. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When that was done, people started swarming Gabe for pictures and autographs. I just swarmed Ryland and got a picture with him. It was amazing! He is my favorite because he is so genuine and funny. I love when he plays Guy Ripley in TAI TV. So funny! =D Anyway, here is my picture with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235012706580701506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SKaAUgJmIUI/AAAAAAAAABc/-1_9HY0ib44/s320/DSC02332.JPG" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we caught the tail end of Relient K which was great and we rushed over to see We The Kings. They were amazing as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are no words that are powerful enough to describe how I felt today. I had the time of my life. I'm so glad I got to share it with Becky. And I love my parents for letting me go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to dinner on the way home and reminisced about the day. We laughed about everything we had done because it had been so much fun. And then I took Becky home. We blasted Cobra Starship's music the entire way home. It was EPIC. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-6685606268357303932?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6685606268357303932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6685606268357303932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6685606268357303932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6685606268357303932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/warped-tour-2008.html' title='WARPED TOUR 2008!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SKaD0AinqJI/AAAAAAAAABs/HP8kQOXL13I/s72-c/DSC02325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6247173684202892574</id><published>2008-08-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:24:21.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WizardNeedsFoodBadly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LewisBostock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PommyPictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessums31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Oh life...What will I do with you?</title><content type='html'>I have so much homework to do, yet I procrastinate on it forever. Why must I do that? I fail at life I think. I'm proud of myself that I'm keeping up with updating this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR was so tiring today. It was freshmen day and they all looked so lost. I felt slightly bad for them and then I realized they were freshmen and that I'm so much older than them. Oh freshmen, I hope you like high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and didn't accomplish anything. I just skype talked with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jessums31"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/lewisbostock"&gt;Lewis&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/wizardneedsfoodbadly"&gt;Rache&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/pommypictures"&gt;Simon&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/patrickblog"&gt;Patrick&lt;/a&gt;. So much fun! We had a mini dance party for like two songs and then everyone had to go. But I started talking to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/thenewzealandishbrit"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt; (theNewZealandishBrit) and he was very nice. I love talking to people from other countries. I think it's become one of my favorite past times. I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have become obsessed with the music of nevershoutnever! He is so amazing and his music is now some of my favorite stuff on my iPod. I totally recommend anyone reading this to go download his music or at least listen to it somewhere. He will blow you away. I recommend you listen to the song Heregoesnothin it's his most played. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my day yesterday. Watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcqV9sVL2Ug&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fcqV9sVL2Ug&amp;hl=en&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;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-6247173684202892574?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6247173684202892574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6247173684202892574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6247173684202892574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6247173684202892574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-lifewhat-will-i-do-with-you.html' title='Oh life...What will I do with you?'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-8206829000929640251</id><published>2008-08-12T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:44:57.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lourenco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yearbook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spanish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Epic Scheduling Failure.</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm going to have a hectic senior year since I have no lunch. gah. Why must they always make a mistake on my schedule? Am I that complicated? Sheesh. Anyway, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Spanish IBSL (Villalobos)&lt;br /&gt;2- Psychology IBHL (Brereton) [does anyone know why he is teaching it and not Johnson?]&lt;br /&gt;3- Math Studies (Chavkin)&lt;br /&gt;4- Theory of Knowledge (Castellani)&lt;br /&gt;5- lunch [except I'll be in 5th period history class, so no lunch for me!]&lt;br /&gt;6- History IBHL (Chiavetta) [except I'll actually be in Yearbook class]&lt;br /&gt;7- English IBHL (Johnson)&lt;br /&gt;8- Golf&lt;br /&gt;9- Advanced Yearbook [which is technically 6th period, so I'll be in there.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not the only one whose schedule was screwed up like this. Keisha also had the same exact problem. And now we have the same exact schedule except for language. She takes French and I take Spanish but at the same period, so all our other classes are the same. Plus, we both have to skip lunch to go to History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soooo lame! At least I'll have someone to do it with me. I don't think I could do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lourenco, since you seen to be the only person that comments and/or reads this, how are you today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-8206829000929640251?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/8206829000929640251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=8206829000929640251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/8206829000929640251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/8206829000929640251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-so-im-going-to-have-hectic-senior.html' title='Epic Scheduling Failure.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-6905031713118613837</id><published>2008-08-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:10:47.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lourenco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Lourenco actually reads this.</title><content type='html'>So it's amazing to me that you actually read this Lourenco. I mean all that going on about how no one reads what I write and then come to find out, you do! This is too great. I guess I might just put a link on my YouTube, facebook, myspace, and twitter accounts. Then not just you would read this crap that I write. Hmmm, should I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-6905031713118613837?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/6905031713118613837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=6905031713118613837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6905031713118613837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/6905031713118613837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/lourenco-actually-reads-this.html' title='Lourenco actually reads this.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-8904917236987970313</id><published>2008-08-11T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:13:20.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skishua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Zealand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nakorokan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessums31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warped tour'/><title type='text'>I need to get a life.</title><content type='html'>So for real. I need to start cracking down on myself to get my homework done. I think after I post this blog I'm going to actually finish my extended essay. That would be a miracle. But at least I'll try and start to finish it. Or maybe I'll do my Spanish assignments, English assignments, or History internal assessment. IB wants to kill me. Gah, I'm screwed. Hopefully I can get it all done in the next two weeks with all the other stuff I have to do. Fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I skyped with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jessums31"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nakorokan"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt;. I was in a really silly mood where I actually felt like talking a lot, so I did, and it was tremendous fun. I finally have a name for my stuffed kiwi now that Ben, my brother, brought home for me after his trip to New Zealand. It's name is Winston after the foreign affairs minister that supposedly everyone hates in New Zealand. Here's a picture of him (the kiwi I mean) wearing my glasses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y285/LoMoPanther09/DSC02287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wow, I love random pictures sometimes. This just takes the cake though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned from twitter that a certain guinea pig has fallen deathly ill. All my thoughts go to it's owner, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/skishua"&gt;Josh (skishua). &lt;/a&gt;Get well lovely guinea pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh twitter, what can I say about you? You make my world complete being able to stalk all my favorite YouTubers and friends. What did I ever do before you, twitter? I don't even remember how to stalk to old fashioned way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I decided I liked is the idea that no one but myself has seen these posts. It makes me actually feel more free, like I can say whatever I want and no one will know. Of course I'm not going to post something I'd regret if someone saw, but I am going to just type and see what happens from now on. I love online blogs. This is like my diary, only without "Mrs. William Beckett" scribbled everywhere. Gosh, I can't wait until Friday! It's going to be amazing! And my mom said I can get a The Academy Is... t-shirt! Good times. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-8904917236987970313?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/8904917236987970313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=8904917236987970313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/8904917236987970313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/8904917236987970313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-to-get-life.html' title='I need to get a life.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-2576741793571575594</id><published>2008-08-10T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:26:20.350-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stickam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Phelps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogtv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessums31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warped tour'/><title type='text'>ZOMG World Record!</title><content type='html'>This is brilliant! I just finished watching the American Men swim in the 4x100m freestyle relay and they beat the French for gold! But to top it all off, they beat the standing world record by a whole second and a half! HUZZAH! Oh how I love Olympic swimming. USA! USA! USA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally posted a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7XnCG92VwY"&gt;new video&lt;/a&gt; that is quite lame on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/vivalalaurennn"&gt;my YouTube channel&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know why I actually posted the craptastic thing, but I think it's because there hasn't been a video from me on my personal channel in ages. I was losing subscribers! What would you have done? (Ok, so I only lost one, and then gained two...but still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, life is getting stressful however, because registration for school (aka ROAR) starts on Tuesday and goes through Thursday, and because I'm going to be co-editor-in-chief of the yearbook this year I have to sell yearbooks at ROAR all day. That means a lot less time to get my crap-load of summer homework done before school starts. Plus, I'm going to Warped Tour on Friday which is all day (more on this later). Then, to even add more pressure, golf practices start on August 18th. Omg I'm going to die. It doesn't help that I'm distracted by YouTube, facebook, twitter, blogtv, stickam, blogspot...yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about my stress though, it's just making me more stressed. I want to brag about Warped Tour! OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!! The main reason I'm going is to see The Academy Is... and Cobra Starship. They rock my world. I NEED to meet them. So I'm going straight to their merch tents to find them before or after their show. Gah, I love music. Warped Tour is going to be like I've died and gone to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in conclusion, I'd like to thank one of my really really good YouTube friends, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jessums31"&gt;Jess (Jessums31&lt;/a&gt;), for just being so cool. =D I heart skype. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-2576741793571575594?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/2576741793571575594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=2576741793571575594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2576741793571575594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/2576741793571575594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/zomg-world-record.html' title='ZOMG World Record!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-302578948205799537</id><published>2008-08-09T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:17:18.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PommyPictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WizardNeedsFoodBadly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessums31'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LewisBostock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>It's 3:02am and I'm blogging.</title><content type='html'>So I love skype. Thought I'd mention that. I mean, who doesn't though? I guess the people who don't know what skype is. Oh well. I was talking with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jessums31"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/lewisbostock"&gt;Lewis&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/pommypictures"&gt;Simon&lt;/a&gt; for a while and then Simon's connection was lost. So Jess, Lewis and I carried on which was so fun. I love random skype chats. Anyway, then Lewis had to go, so Jess and I were kicked out of the chat because Lewis was hosting, bummer. But it got all better when I invited &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/wizardneedsfoodbadly"&gt;Rache&lt;/a&gt; and it was a big party once again. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that made sense. I'm really not re-reading what I type at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will probably read this. But if by magic someone does, hello there. How are you? Tell me, do I make any sense at 3am? Naw, didn't think so. Anyway, basically what I wanted to say was that I love the inventors of skype. Because it is a very useful tool to communicate with people outside the country. Cheerio. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-302578948205799537?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/302578948205799537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=302578948205799537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/302578948205799537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/302578948205799537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-302am-and-im-blogging.html' title='It&apos;s 3:02am and I&apos;m blogging.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8021585683845371117.post-3512713910643672914</id><published>2008-08-09T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:25:12.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VivaLaLaurennn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xanga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lauren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Xanga, Hello Blogspot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well this is a pleasant change. I think since I was 12 I've been posting blogs, but always on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;. I have maybe 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt; accounts all created for a single purpose: my musings. I decided I needed to grow up and get a REAL blog. So that's what I did, and thus, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching the opening ceremonies of the 2008 Beijing Olympics and let me just state, they were BEAUTIFUL! No doubt about it. I don't think they could have done a more spectacular job. I had quite a few laughs while watching it too. Those girls who were dancing, waving and cheering on the athletes as they walked in were hilarious. By the time China came in last, they were dead tired and you could tell. At least the Chinese O&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lympic&lt;/span&gt; committee gave them bottles of water. That was nice of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about Y&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ouTube&lt;/span&gt;. I know I haven't posted a video on my personal channel in a while, but that's because of two main reasons. 1) I haven't gotten a great idea for a video in a while, and 2) I haven't had enough motivation mainly because I've been having to do videos for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;oneawesomeworld&lt;/span&gt; and also do my summer homework for school which starts in 2 weeks. Holy crap. I'm going to start my senior year in less than 2 weeks. *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know anyone that is actually going to read this, so if you do please comment because I'd like to know someone is reading. Even if this is boring to you. Comment anyway, it gives me motivation. =D&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whenever&lt;/span&gt; I feel like it. I'll try and document my upcoming senior year of high school and maybe beyond. Who knows, if I'm motivated enough. So comment please, even if it's to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Lauren &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8021585683845371117-3512713910643672914?l=vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/feeds/3512713910643672914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8021585683845371117&amp;postID=3512713910643672914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3512713910643672914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8021585683845371117/posts/default/3512713910643672914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vivalalaurennn.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-xanga-hello-blogspot.html' title='Goodbye Xanga, Hello Blogspot!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12030300734246465650</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1rIydJ50jas/SV8tafSejRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/gCc0TzOXmw8/S220/Photo+27.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
