<?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-5058378895385918709</id><updated>2012-02-12T11:39:04.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Brick</title><subtitle type='html'>One who thinks they are average, but really, they can do much with their mind, imagination, and creativity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6450041562531667015</id><published>2011-04-07T15:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T15:13:04.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>I’ve always said I am not just one thing, and therefore I don’t want to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; just one thing. I am so interested in many things, things that are all pretty different from each other; I’m an artist in many different ways. First and foremost I consider myself a deep thinker, and I observe and analyze EVERYTHING, all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve done a lot of thinking lately, as to be expected from a college student. And I have (finally) come to some conclusions. There is still so much to be contemplated and reflected upon, and it will always be changing and growing. But this is what I have come up with so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months ago an idea popped into my head that I would enjoy, and be really good at, sex/relationship therapy. I am concurrently taking Human Sexuality and Social Psychology. This idea came about when I observed how much they overlapped, and how much I was interested in everything to be said about the subjects. I found myself so engrossed in the subjects, thinking about what I already knew, and so eager and intrigued about what there is still to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I have decided to change my major (from acting for theater) to psychology. Since this major is not offered at my current school, the option that makes the most sense is to go to Parkland [the community college in C-U]. At this time the plan is to go to Parkland for two years, then transfer to a four-year university, most likely U of I, but that’s not set in stone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should address my views on acting, since I am (for the first time since I was six) deciding not to focus on it. This does not mean I will not pursue it; quite the opposite actually. I just feel like, since I want to be more than one thing (and since it’s smart for actors to have back-ups), why would I get a major in something I don’t NEED a degree in to do, when the other thing/things I want to do I WOULD need a degree in? Especially here, paying &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so much money&lt;/span&gt; for a non-necessary degree seems silly to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love acting, so very much, but when I do it I feel like I’m doing it for myself. This isn’t a bad thing, but I’d like to do something where I’m helping people-and yeah, people would argue that performance helps people, and it does, but I’m the kind of person that needs to see the results, directly- and in therapy I feel I would see the results a lot more directly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to devalue acting majors, and this shouldn’t be confused with me “not being passionate” about acting. This is not true. It’s just that a part of why I felt disconnected to the major is because I want to do film, and I could only major in acting for theater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I’m craving is just to feel more educated. I want to be a well-rounded person, and be challenged to really think about things. I feel like psychology will do this for me, will be a good first step towards this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about this decision, not only because I get to go home [and have a double bed again! ;)], but also because I now get to do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; acting and psychology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6450041562531667015?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6450041562531667015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6450041562531667015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6450041562531667015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6450041562531667015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2011/04/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-125515765661644424</id><published>2011-02-12T10:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:55:05.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my other blog</title><content type='html'>So, as you know, Emily has this other blog called Tumblr. And ever since she got it and got obsessed with it, she has pestered me everyday to get one. So, I finally did. Here's the URL:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.raw-magnetism.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not insisting you check it regularly. Although, I do post on it everyday, for some reason, it is just more easily accessible than this one. But that doesn't mean I'll stop posting on this one, cuz I won't. This is just more of updates and such, and that one is like random things I've come across, or that is on my mind. And my OTHER blog, Teen Bogue, I am for sure still keeping up with, so don't forget to check that one as well. :) LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-125515765661644424?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/125515765661644424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=125515765661644424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/125515765661644424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/125515765661644424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-other-blog.html' title='my other blog'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7567342421490648533</id><published>2011-01-25T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:37:54.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday List</title><content type='html'>PRESENTS:&lt;br /&gt;    * Munchkin&lt;br /&gt;    * make-up brush set from Sephora (or other, just a full, nice set)&lt;br /&gt;    * The Office: Clue (boardgame)&lt;br /&gt;    * books (Poisonwood Bible, Walden, Hunger Games Series, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;    * decorations for apartment (posters[Barbara Streisand])&lt;br /&gt;    * Converse (size 6 Men's; any color but orange; low-top; thin-sole)&lt;br /&gt;    * bags (cross-body; leather)&lt;br /&gt;    * black leggings(interesting styles; size M)&lt;br /&gt;    * jeans (size 5 or 6; super skinny; blue THEN other colors)&lt;br /&gt;    * cute dishes/kitchen supplies (large pyrex measuring cup) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LITTLER GIFTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * socks!&lt;br /&gt;    * movies (Moulin Rouge,Nine)&lt;br /&gt;    * cute tights/leg warmers&lt;br /&gt;    * scarves (large, soft, patterned)&lt;br /&gt;    * make-up (eye shadows [nudes, purples, greens]; lip stains [not glosses, just lipstick])&lt;br /&gt;    * mini pencil holder for planner @ Container Store $3.99 *music (cds)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7567342421490648533?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7567342421490648533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7567342421490648533&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7567342421490648533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7567342421490648533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-list.html' title='Birthday List'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6382778612816773288</id><published>2010-12-21T14:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:00:05.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>When I was younger, I never realized why all the characters in "winter holiday" movies (whether they be Christmas, Hanukkah, etc.) were so cynical about them. I didn't realize why they all hated the holidays and found them so depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not saying I am finding them depressing, or that I hate the holidays. At all. I am just saying that I can now start to see why those characters felt that way. I'm not depressed, but I am lonely. The people in those movies are, for some reason, reluctant to be with family. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; I do not get. I want to be with family more than anything right now. So that makes me feel better, knowing I'm not at the point those characters are at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder why those people only saw the bad things. They were such pessimists. The holidays is about being grateful for what we do have, in comparison to what other's do or do not have. But all those characters were not grateful at all. I do not consider myself a pessimist, and I am very grateful for what I have. But I am seeing some bad things in this particular holiday. Mostly because I am noticing how others are not grateful for what they have, and it's ridiculous because they have so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough about that. Just some observations I've had. LOVE LOVE LOVE. So much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6382778612816773288?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6382778612816773288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6382778612816773288&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6382778612816773288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6382778612816773288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-249393018324172311</id><published>2010-12-01T01:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T01:22:11.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>So, first of all, sorry. For taking so long. I do have an explanation though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy! I've been working every day of every weekend, keeping up with school, maintaining a long-distance relationship, and have recently been finishing/still in the process of making four student films. It has been awesome, so much fun, but oh-so-tiring. That's my explanation. Hope it's good enough for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my brief update at one in the morning. There are details and snippets and more elaborated stories of course, but they will most likely come out easier with a question. So please, prompt me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other piece of news is, probably not as exciting for you, but a great new idea for me. I have just thought of it while signing in to make this post and see/remembering I have a whole other blog. Remember &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Teen Bogue&lt;/span&gt;? Well, I have decided to get that running again, well actually, not again, because it never really happened in the first place. But I have decided to change the topic. Instead of "bogue-ing" people based on what they wear, I shall merely record little things I experience throughout the city. Little snippets of conversation I overhear on the street, or people I observe on the subway. It seems like an interesting new aim for me, but tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-249393018324172311?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/249393018324172311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=249393018324172311&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/249393018324172311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/249393018324172311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-9033649696498957588</id><published>2010-10-26T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:43:35.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>Work is work. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy looking at it from the other side, just talking to customers. But you have to make sure you ask open-ended questions, and you have to know every detail about every bra: like how the straps define the bra, like differ from bra to bra, and you can literally tell what the style is just by the straps. It is HARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's also fun, and I can't even describe the satisfaction of helping someone find something they need. It makes me really happy, it's weird. I know this was short, but that's really all the update I have for now. I will keep it up, and hopefully have something more interesting to talk about later. LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-9033649696498957588?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/9033649696498957588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=9033649696498957588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/9033649696498957588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/9033649696498957588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/10/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6946071032396828405</id><published>2010-10-06T20:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:10:13.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>So I started training at Victoria's Secret today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled out paperwork for about two hours ;) and then we watched a safety video. Then we talked about dress code (which I now have a bunch of cute black clothes to wear to work thanks to Plug!). And we talked about specials and discounts employees get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a ten minute break we went out on the floor and shadowed someone. I learned how to do a bra fitting, how to "recover" which means to reorganize the panties that people have rifled through. And I learned the right phrases to say to customers when I approach them and things. It was great fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to really work there and know all the ins and outs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6946071032396828405?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6946071032396828405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6946071032396828405&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6946071032396828405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6946071032396828405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/10/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7808036779214276262</id><published>2010-09-30T11:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T12:13:07.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new job</title><content type='html'>So, I did not want to write about this earlier because I did not want to jinx it. But:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job at Victoria's Secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Columbia job fair, and they were the first booth I went to. I talked to the women there, who like immediately set up an interview. And I was ecstatic! Of course no other booths there were as exciting or eventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the interview last Tuesday. It is the Victoria's Secret in Water Tower Place, on North Michigan Avenue. When I went there I don't really know what I was expecting, but soon after I realized there were many girls and they all looked very anxious. That was not even the part that threw me. Later, the manager comes up and starts to talk to all of us, asking questions and saying how we are going to move into the back room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a group interview. I had not even thought about that, but I guess it makes sense. I mean, they had a job fair and I'm sure got a lot of girls who 'really want it'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I gave pretty good answers and I talked to the woman after about availability. And two days later she called and left a message saying she wanted to talk more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called her back, and realized it is REALLY HARD to get ahold of her. It three days until we actually talked on the phone, and she asked me to call her the next day. I was disappointed, because I really just wanted to KNOW! But I called her the next day, not really expecting to get through. But I did, she asked for about references, just double-checking them. And I guess she called them, called me back like ten minutes later, and offered me the position! She offered $8.50 an hour and welcomed me to the team! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start training next Wednesday, and I hope I get my work schedule then. I do not work Thanksgiving day, but the day right after it I do. And I work the week before and of Christmas, but I'm hoping not the actual day(s). Meaning "Eve" and "Day". Who knows? Probably boxing day though. Kinda sucks but I need money, and I've finally broken into the retail business! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7808036779214276262?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7808036779214276262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7808036779214276262&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7808036779214276262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7808036779214276262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-job.html' title='new job'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-8031591049899007209</id><published>2010-09-12T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:59:19.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><content type='html'>So this past week was the first week of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first one was Writing &amp; Rhetoric, which I thought I wouldn't like because I really don't like writing essays. But we only really have four essays in that class. So that's awesome. I really like my teacher, she actually reminds me of Goo. She's talkative (in a good way), and peppy, and is really interested in lots of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had Voice Training which is really what I expected. Reading out loud, improving diction and forming your voice to sound like "Standard American English". We also lay on the floor and practice breathing, and we yell at the wall. Pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Body Movement. Wow, ok, so I can't even try to hide the name of my teacher, it's just too good: Precious. She's such a hippie, and she wears the weirdest clothes, and she's such a scatterbrain, she's just all over the place. But it's a cool class. Lots of running, laying on the floor breathing, touching ourselves and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day one and I'm digging art school. Most of my teachers are weird, and all of them introduced themselves by their first name, which I wasn't expecting. Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next day was different. I had First Year Seminar which I still don't get the point of the class, and it seems like just another English class. And my teacher is kind of...pretentious. Well, that was my first impression of him anyway. Also, freshman are just dumb. Like that class feels like High School again, no one challenges themselves, or thinks deeply. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but my favorite class, Acting 1. Best teacher, and funnest activities. We walked around and changed our "purpose", then made tableau(s), then made and solved a human knot with our eyes closed (and I was the leader, thank you very much). It's so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had two auditions this week! Man, the amount of opportunities here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-8031591049899007209?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8031591049899007209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=8031591049899007209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8031591049899007209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8031591049899007209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/09/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7353140162300233141</id><published>2010-09-02T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:29:28.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>city</title><content type='html'>The City. Is. Amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home, of course, very much. But it's a new place so that's exciting. I've been super busy, too, so that's distracted me some. The things I've done so far goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The audition at the agency went well, I didn't mess up my monologues, and they said I'd hear from them but I haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I saw a show by a company thing called "Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind". If you haven't heard of it, look it up they're AMAZING! Best thing I've experienced in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We've had rehearsals everyday for "flash mob performances". Our group did a piece where we lay down and play kazoos and then stand up and lean different ways and then play "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga on the kazoo and it's AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow night is Casino Night, where we all dress up and play games for free, it's gonna be super fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know more when more happens. LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7353140162300233141?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7353140162300233141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7353140162300233141&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7353140162300233141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7353140162300233141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/09/city.html' title='city'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-273063790781831952</id><published>2010-08-27T23:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:53:50.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Move-In</title><content type='html'>So for those of who actually occasionally check to see if I've written anything here (I know it's been TOO LONG):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved in to my apartment today! Very nerve-racking, at first, but then plain awesome. Still a lot of work to be done, stuff that's probably only on my list and no one else's. My room is PRACTICALLY done, but not quite there. I did the bathroom, looks awesome. I still need to organized the hall closet. And my roommates and I need to decide on the living-room furniture arrangement, and the kitchen cabinets arrangement. But I'm not the only one that's not completely done...I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I need to do some last minute shopping, then I'm off to an audition (or on-screen test?) for an agent. VERY NERVOUS! Then in the night there's a taco-pajama-board-game-party in the lobby of our building. It's gonna be super fun!I hope. Anyway, off to bed, first night in my twin-sized college bed. LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-273063790781831952?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/273063790781831952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=273063790781831952&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/273063790781831952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/273063790781831952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/08/move-in.html' title='Move-In'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1004079696245767502</id><published>2010-06-26T14:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T14:27:29.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>roommates</title><content type='html'>Ok, so quick update on the job at Plato's: I didn't get it. But the thing I'm most mad about is that they led me on for like five days after the first time I called them; they kept telling me they'd call me the next day when they totally could have just told me then that they "filled the positions". Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Some good news is that I got my room assignment information. My roommates pseudonyms are Paper, Lightbulb, and Scarsdale. Scarsdale is an acting major like moi and I feel like we'll get along great! And Paper is a Musical Theatre major, and she seems fun. And Lightbulb is a dancer, who seems silly. I'm so excited. I got such a rush of questions for them that I made a questionnaire for getting-to-know-you purposes, and when I told them about it they were all like "yeah, send it!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1004079696245767502?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1004079696245767502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1004079696245767502&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1004079696245767502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1004079696245767502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/06/roommates.html' title='roommates'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-4121171314002159515</id><published>2010-06-19T11:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:59:49.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So, not a lot to update on. I sent y'all an e-mail after graduation kind of updating but I wanted to bring back the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing really is that, on Wednesday I had an interview at a place called Plato's Closet. It's a clothing/shoe/accessories store that buys used stuff from people and then sells them at a lower price, but it's all now, in-style teen clothing. It's awesome. So I haven't gotten a call from them yet telling me if I got the job or not. They said they'd call during the weekend, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you guys know when I know. LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-4121171314002159515?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4121171314002159515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=4121171314002159515&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4121171314002159515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4121171314002159515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-5887086817821765913</id><published>2010-03-21T10:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T17:46:58.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>published</title><content type='html'>So, news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered a poetry contest and I'm a topical winner. I'm not a national winner, so I don't get considered for the scholarship, meaning I don't get money. But I do get published in an anthology titled "Of Faith and Inspiration". So I get to put it on my resume, and it gives me confidence; you know, I feel like I'm good at poetry. Here's the poem I submitted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world with love.&lt;br /&gt;Though people are more disgusted&lt;br /&gt;By public displays of affection,&lt;br /&gt;Than public displays of violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People look away&lt;br /&gt;From people kissing;&lt;br /&gt;But gravitate towards&lt;br /&gt;A pointless fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Love. Resist Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world with color.&lt;br /&gt;Colors of beautiful seasons:&lt;br /&gt;A changing leaf, flower.&lt;br /&gt;Colors of beautiful people:&lt;br /&gt;The natural eye, hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But people look down,&lt;br /&gt;When they walk,&lt;br /&gt;When they talk,&lt;br /&gt;When they look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Life. Resist Disconnect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Love. Look at Life. Look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-5887086817821765913?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5887086817821765913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=5887086817821765913&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5887086817821765913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5887086817821765913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='published'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7375060992308134206</id><published>2010-03-04T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:55:37.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Splurge?</title><content type='html'>So our family is a frugal one, and I am ever so grateful for it. I've grown up shopping at Goodwill, garage sales, Plato's Closet, bag sales, and the like. It does feel really good when you make a great buy for not much money at all. I have a method for myself to not be an impulse buyer: I ONLY shop in the sale section, and if I want something I leave and if I still want it 30-days later, then I should get it (or if I can't get it I know I really want it). But I've read in magazines that sometimes it's ok to splurge, like on something that you'd get a lot of use out of and that's totally awesome. Especially because everybody should like themselves, and respect themselves, and treat themselves to nice things every so often. And money is ridiculous anyway. So I thought I'd ask my oh-so-wise family on being frugal vs. a once-in-awhile splurge...???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7375060992308134206?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7375060992308134206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7375060992308134206&amp;isPopup=true' title='77 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7375060992308134206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7375060992308134206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/03/splurge.html' title='Splurge?'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>77</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-4911946458855973859</id><published>2010-02-22T14:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:12:19.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>found</title><content type='html'>So the memory cards were found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, mine, was found by Easel. It was in the pocket of the apron I used when I cooked dinner that night, the night that I lost it. I felt dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, Easel's, was found by me. Today. It was in the packet, or box thing of gum I have, and I put it there for safe keeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick tip: don't put things somewhere for safe keeping, because it is probably so safe that you forget where it is. Like Christmas presents, Plug, and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found the check, but it's only for 18.50 so it's not that big a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being concerned. LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-4911946458855973859?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4911946458855973859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=4911946458855973859&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4911946458855973859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4911946458855973859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/02/found.html' title='found'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-3896182183601544582</id><published>2010-02-18T16:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:16:42.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Things</title><content type='html'>One of the things I despise most is losing things. In the past week I've lost a check, my iPod, two memory cards, a pair of earrings, a pencil, my slippers, a necklace, and a hair tie. And of course things that I lose for like a minute here and there (my hat in the morning). But all these things have been or were lost from an hour to a day, or more. So far, though not all at once, I have found: my iPod, the earrings, my slippers, my necklace, and my hair tie. Of course the things I still can't find are some of the most important items, which are a check, and two memory cards, one being Easel's. I'm so very ticked off at the moment, and I've done everything; gone through all my steps, thought about the last time I saw them, checked EVERYWHERE, in all the weird places, double checked, triple checked, and then checked in the most obvious places AGAIN. I've done everything except find them! I do not know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-3896182183601544582?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3896182183601544582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=3896182183601544582&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3896182183601544582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3896182183601544582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-things.html' title='Lost Things'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6632714157692811915</id><published>2010-02-16T17:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:54:35.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>teen bogue</title><content type='html'>So! Do any of you read/look at Go Fug Yourself???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUZ Easel and I just made a new blog, called "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Teen Bogue&lt;/span&gt;" that is our version of it. We're gonna take pictures of people we see on the street that look bogus, and post those pictures, and write about them, alternating who's writing. We made up the verb "bogue", which means to be caught in the act of looking bogus, and having it made known. ("I'm caught---It's known---Oh god!") &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Someone who just got bogued.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the URL: www.teenbogue.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also be found if you go to my profile, scroll down, and it's under "my blogs" as well as this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6632714157692811915?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6632714157692811915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6632714157692811915&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6632714157692811915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6632714157692811915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/02/teen-bogue.html' title='teen bogue'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-4661346289159247357</id><published>2010-01-31T10:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:41:21.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>I GOT INTO COLUMBIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(College Chicago) :) Yay!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-4661346289159247357?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4661346289159247357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=4661346289159247357&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4661346289159247357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4661346289159247357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/01/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-2331818010538107156</id><published>2010-01-21T19:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:21:48.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday list</title><content type='html'>Rachel’s Birthday List 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Laptop, of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) PERFUME: (you’ll find them at Macy’s most likely)&lt;br /&gt;  -Versace Light Crystal&lt;br /&gt;  -Vera Wang Princess&lt;br /&gt;  -Burberry Brit [pink &amp; plaid]&lt;br /&gt;  -Miracle, So Magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) GAMES:&lt;br /&gt;  -The Office Clue (Urban Outfitters $40)&lt;br /&gt;  -Scattergories&lt;br /&gt;  -Taboo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) MUSIC:&lt;br /&gt;  -Regina Spektor cd’s (Begin To Hope &amp; Soviet Kitsch)&lt;br /&gt;  -Regina Spektor sheet music from all albums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) FIX SHOES:&lt;br /&gt;  -cowboy boots-&gt;bottom of heel&lt;br /&gt;  -grey booties-&gt;bottom of toe&lt;br /&gt;  -fringy boots-&gt;bottom of heel&lt;br /&gt;  -black booties-&gt;chains off (temporarily?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) TIGHTS: (Urban Outfitters, Icing)&lt;br /&gt;  -black and patterned +&lt;br /&gt;  -one pair of solid black      &lt;br /&gt;  -colored and patterned +&lt;br /&gt;  -colored, solid +&lt;br /&gt;  -funky, fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) SCARVES: (Target, Plato’s, Urban Outfitters)&lt;br /&gt;  -patterned, or solid [not wintery] +&lt;br /&gt;  -artsy, hippie, pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) iPod Nano Armband (Wal-Mart $20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) MOVIES:&lt;br /&gt; -Whip It&lt;br /&gt; -Harry Potter 6&lt;br /&gt; -Bruno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING YOU THINK I’LL LIKE, BECAUSE I TRUST YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ means you can get more than one, because I like an abundance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-2331818010538107156?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/2331818010538107156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=2331818010538107156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2331818010538107156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2331818010538107156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-list.html' title='birthday list'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-5986118309351233443</id><published>2010-01-14T19:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:01:25.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>This week was finals week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American History of Film &amp; Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote an impromptu film review of Sherlock Holmes. Listened to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP Studio Art 2D Photography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked out my 13 best pieces out of A LOT. Put them in order of best to not-best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Hall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally dipped out. Went to lunch at Crazy Buffet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like four multiple choice questions, and two essays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied like mad, about an hour actually, was on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Government:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied for like five hours. We got to use a notecard. Those five hours were making the notecard. I think I did really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied. Most of it was common sense. Afterward we played four square. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONLY ONE MORE SEMESTER OF HIGH SCHOOL LEFT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-5986118309351233443?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5986118309351233443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=5986118309351233443&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5986118309351233443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5986118309351233443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2010/01/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7761626940006301872</id><published>2009-12-07T19:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T19:55:44.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas list</title><content type='html'>Big:&lt;br /&gt;-perfume (Versace Light Crystal, Stella McCartney)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regular:&lt;br /&gt; *Clothes-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -cardigans (plum, charcoal, navy, olive) +&lt;br /&gt;  -skirts (dark, tiny floral, light weight) +&lt;br /&gt;  -dresses (artsy, hippie, casual) +&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; *Accessories-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -bags (small, over the shoulder)  +&lt;br /&gt;  -tights (dark and patterned, thick) +&lt;br /&gt;  -scarves (artsy, NOT WINTER, large) +&lt;br /&gt;  -belts (hippie&gt; earth tones, materials) +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *Shoes-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -Oxfords (all black, OR, black &amp; white) +&lt;br /&gt;  -FIXED! =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-door shoe rack (mostly for heels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small: &lt;br /&gt;-nail polish (lime green, lemon yellow, plum purple)&lt;br /&gt;-hair pieces (peacock feathers, brown feathers)&lt;br /&gt;-PISTACHIOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ VINTAGE (actually or made to look like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= What I really really want is for my shoes to get fixed, because I have a couple of pairs that really need to be fixed so that I can actually wear them now, and I don’t actually need more shoes ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7761626940006301872?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7761626940006301872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7761626940006301872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7761626940006301872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7761626940006301872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-list.html' title='christmas list'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-5677412185491054670</id><published>2009-11-10T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:45:13.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>College Visit</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, the 7th of November, I attended the Columbia College Chicago Open House. It was SPECTACULAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was the welcome session, which was in this theatre owned by Roosevelt University, but it was so pretty. The performance was very happy-making ;) and I got some recordings on my iPod. There was a jazz band, a choir, some soloists, a rapper, some dancers and videos. There were two speakers, and though I knew most of what they told me, it still made me love Columbia that much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom and I went to the photography visit, and I peeked in the darkrooms and looked at students' work and it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theatre presentation was awesome, and though I couldn't take the tour I looked in at some theatres in the building, the big one and the black box one. They were tight! Basically theatre there, they said they do on average 40 productions a school year, freshman are ENCOURAGED to audition, there is even a freshman-only production, and you are allowed to audition for companies within the city. Ugh, it's just so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty expenisve, especially if you live in the dorms, which are NICE! But I've been doing some scholarship research and have 45 potential ones in a binder at the moment, that are organized by due date and then by requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED! LOVE. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-5677412185491054670?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5677412185491054670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=5677412185491054670&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5677412185491054670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5677412185491054670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2009/11/college-visit.html' title='College Visit'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7518975289741588839</id><published>2009-10-14T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:49:41.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year anniversary</title><content type='html'>So this past Saturday, October the tenth, was Captain AJ Soulpatch and my one year anniversary. We had a marching band competition Saturday afternoon, and got done at about 5:30. Then after that, the night was up to him. He had planned something that was a complete surprise for me, and I had planned something for him Sunday afternoon. Here's what went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up and drove me to his house. When I walked in the door he told me to close my eyes while he "finished up" which meant light candles and turn off the lights. Then he steered me over to the dinner table, and revealed a home-made dinner of pesto pasta, shrimp, salad, and bread. On my set plate was gift in a tiny gift bag. The dinner was amazing! And the gift was the newest iPod nano, with a video camera built in, radio, color, and a longer screen. IT IS AWESOME! He's ridiculous. In a good way. I love him. :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did on Sunday was make him his favorite meal: Spicy Buffalo Wings (with bleu cheese), Fries, Macaroni &amp;amp; Cheese, and Milk. He loved it. Then we went to Curtis Orchard, which is the local apple orchard/pumpkin patch/corn maze and all that jazz. It is all the rage this time of year, and it was packed. They are famous for their apple crisp donuts, which are the ONLY donuts I eat, and I only eat two, once a year. All in all it was a fantastic anniversary, and I'm more and more in love everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE to you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7518975289741588839?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7518975289741588839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7518975289741588839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7518975289741588839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7518975289741588839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-year-anniversary.html' title='1 year anniversary'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1752138290545124378</id><published>2009-09-30T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:51:23.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Involved With School</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:applybreakingrules/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Wingdings;  panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:2;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;So, this is what’s up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m guard captain, well one of them, and the rest of the guard is a mess. Everybody has potential but it’s just too big and there’s not focus. We had our first competition on Saturday in Chicago, and the band overall got second in our class out of three bands. We have two days until our next competition so we have no time whatsoever to clean any work, and we SUCKED on Saturday. So, that’s not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m drama historian and one of my jobs is to plan homecoming, but when I made a suggestion on what to do at tailgate, the president (one of my friends, but very controlling and power hungry) vetoed it and said we were doing Beatles Rock Band. Okay, whatever, it’s not like it’s my job or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drama director is incompetent and doesn’t pick a show until the day before or the day of auditions. We found out the show yesterday, auditions are tomorrow. The show is Snapshot, a collection of seventeen short plays, with one or two people in each scene or “play”. It’s about Mount Rushmore. I’m hesitant to have him write me a college recommendation, but I’m still gonna ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College applications are hectic. I’ve made it a goal to do something related to college everyday. I had seven colleges I was applying for, now I have four: University of Texas at Austin, Columbia College Chicago, Butler University, Indiana University. Possibly McKendree University if I like the looks of it and if I get around to it, that’s where this weekend’s marching band competition is. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm in this weird phase right now where I'm really into designing t-shirts. Not like as a hobby, but when they are needed to be designed, I've designed them. I designed my high school's GSA t-shirt (Gay Straight Alliance) and the Colorguard t-shirt, and the Marching Band Seniors' t-shirt. I designed the Drumline's as well but it got rejected by the teacher so it won't be made. Anyway, thought I'd share. I'm excited to put them on my resume. I'll post photos of them soon, when they all are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that my life is happy and good. I’m celebrating my one year anniversary on the tenth of October, and I’m still so in love it’s ridiculous. School is fine, homework-wise, though I’m just over high school in general. Photography is my most rigorous class, but I’m passionate about it so it’s all good. I love you all, and thanks for putting up with me and my inconsistent blogging. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1752138290545124378?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1752138290545124378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1752138290545124378&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1752138290545124378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1752138290545124378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2009/09/involved-with-school.html' title='Involved With School'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-413523277699804417</id><published>2009-08-15T10:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:18:10.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a wedding ceremony</title><content type='html'>The wedding was great. Not too big, not too small. Jaz looked amazing, as did Chillax, and, of course, as to be expected, so did Oyster (though it took a lot of coaxing for me to brush her hair). I was really worried that she was going to skip and frolic down the aisle and have the rings go flailing, but surprisingly they got safely on the fingers of the couple. The hymns were pretty and Goo sang her heart out, beautifully. Father Timbits subtly motioned for when people needed to be where, and it went smoothly because of it. K Buz had a solo which was very moving, and my mother said that sometimes she sounds like a young boy when she sings... The reception had a nice atmosphere with awesome flowers that I don't know the name of, and said Barbie cake was delicious, and I don't even like cake. The loads of loaves of bread that Jaz made herself were equally delicious, I only had the spinach one, but I had four large slices. The fruit was well selected and the cheese was tasty. All in all it was a very happy and successful wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-413523277699804417?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/413523277699804417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=413523277699804417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/413523277699804417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/413523277699804417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-ceremony.html' title='a wedding ceremony'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1601969221189174989</id><published>2009-07-18T14:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:04:35.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Happy</title><content type='html'>So lately, my days consist of waking up at nine, and working out with Aaron. Then he leaves and I consult my to do list that I've either made the night before, or I've only made it in my head so I then have to physically write it out. I then carry out my self-made "chores", usually blasting a different broadway musical if the task allows. When I've done all of my things, and Aaron has as well, he calls me up, and I usually go over to his house, we read, and eat dinner, and then read some more. I've convinced him to let me read Harry Potter 6 to him, since we saw the movie together and he had so many questions that I couldn't deal with the fact that he hadn't read it any longer. I know it seems a little routine, but it's really lovely, and I feel I'm getting a lot done. That's pretty much all. Comment if you like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1601969221189174989?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1601969221189174989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1601969221189174989&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1601969221189174989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1601969221189174989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2009/07/currently-happy.html' title='Currently Happy'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-3067376823809431711</id><published>2009-07-11T11:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:20:25.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my life as of now</title><content type='html'>Right. So it's been like a year. Sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It's the summer, and I'm loving it, I've made some projects for myself to do so I don't get too bored, including alphabetizing the dvd's and starting my SENIOR YEAR SCRAPBOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My only summer homework is to take pictures, this is for AP Studio Photography. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My boyfriend, Captain AJ Soulpatch, is amazing, and yesterday was our 9 month anniversary. I'm very happy, and in love, and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm not in a show at the moment, which is the first time since, well, a year. And I'm very relaxed, but I miss it. Though I have an audition next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I just got back from Nova Scotia, Canada, and New York City. It was amazing. I saw Avenue Q on broadway and covered Times Square like mad. In Canada we went to this place called The Ovens, which are sea caves, and I took loads of pictures. So much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Before I went on vacation I had started to do daily morning workouts with Soulpatch, and it felt really good and I could notice a difference. Then I went on vacation and ate a bunch and didn't work out and DEFINITELY noticed a difference. So now we've started again, and I'm struggling to get back into the routine of things, but hopefully soon it will be no problem, and I'll notice a difference again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. Comment or e-mail, or just write on your own. LOVE. &lt;3 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-3067376823809431711?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3067376823809431711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=3067376823809431711&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3067376823809431711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3067376823809431711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-as-of-now.html' title='my life as of now'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-5732662267004570602</id><published>2008-09-20T16:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:49:11.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Film Festival</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, it's been way too long, but ok, I feel I have to write about the film festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the premiere of my film. It was awesome, at first we had the pre-party, where I just stood around with my friend and ate some yummy food. But it was fun, and very "posh". Then we went to the theatre, where I introduced the film, and I think I sounded really nervous but that's ok. I didn't sound scripted, which I think is better. Then we watched some other films, mine was third, in a series of four shorts. Then it was a feature, called "The Black Balloon" which was AMAZING! It was a drama about an Australian family, with two boys, one of them autistic, but it's also a love story. It was phenomenal. I want to own it. It starred Toni Colette, don't know if I spelled that right. But yes, outstanding, is what I voted for for the people's choice awards, which was the highest choice. And it was just overall fabulous. Then outside we took pictures. We had dinner. Then I had a live interview with Eastlink, but the reporter was so nice and friendly and funny, and just made it really easy and relaxing. I mean it was only like three our four minutes long. But he even asked about my tattoo, which was cool. I thought it all went pretty well. I know this isn't terribly detailed or anything, but I'm off to another film, so I'm kind of in a hurry. Hope to tell more about it later. LOVE to all of you. :) &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-5732662267004570602?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5732662267004570602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=5732662267004570602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5732662267004570602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5732662267004570602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2008/09/film-festival.html' title='Film Festival'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-8664490151994925547</id><published>2008-06-03T14:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:16:52.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week</title><content type='html'>So last week was pretty crazy. On Wednesday I saw The Producers at the local theatre (Neptune). It was awesome and hilarious. If you haven't seen the movie you really should cuz it has Nathan Lane, Matthew Broderick, Uma Thurman, and Will Ferrel and it is soooo funny. It's a little over the top but it just makes it that much more enjoyable. So anyway, I saw that on stage for English class and I can't stop smiling it was so good. It's nice to go to something like that for school because you realize your classmates aren't all that immature and rude, seeing as how they knew when to clap and they didn't talk through the whole thing! Some of the songs were extended too so I didn't know every line of the thing, which is good. Anyway, that night we had a coffeehouse at school which is basically they set up couches and chairs and students (and teachers) can perform songs and such. But they don't actually serve coffee...yeah it's weird.  So my dance teacher sang "The First Cut Is The Deepest" and "Big Yellow Taxi" which was just amazing because she's really good and so beautiful. And then the next day we went to the dance room for lunch and told her to sing for us and she sang those songs again and then a bunch that she wrote from this huge binder that is full of songs that she wrote and they are so good. She has an awesome voice and I think she should've pursued a music career. Anyway, that was tight. Then thursday was the outdoor dance, except it wasn't outdoor. Whatever. But they had foam in the dance part (basically just bathtub suds but from a machine like a smoke machine but foam). That was sticky but fun. Then upstairs they had a bouncy house, a blow-up twister game, like enlarged, a bouncy obstacle course thing which is so fun and a remote control car race track. Anyway it was a blast. Outside they had one of those dunker things where we dunked teachers. And the sold hotdogs which were really good. And at the end they had a firework show. It was basically a whole carnival/fair. It was so fun!! I really wanted to update everybody on my week. LOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-8664490151994925547?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8664490151994925547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=8664490151994925547&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8664490151994925547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8664490151994925547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week.html' title='Last Week'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1657948859257987388</id><published>2008-05-05T16:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:50:20.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>trip to U-town</title><content type='html'>I warn you, it's long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: The peeps dropped me off at my best friend's house first thing, and I walked in, yelled her name, met her half way on the stairs, and we had a very emotional reuniting. I then went to the Easter Vigil service inside the almost completed chapel, and reunited with all the amazing church people, but most importantly my big bro. After the service we went back to Polio's apartment and played some rock band and just chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We went to church in the morning, then I separated from them for a couple days. Right after church though I went back to the best friend's house from before and unpacked my stuff (I was staying with her by the way). We went to a friend's surprise party in the park, which was so much fun recieving running hugs and such, even though it was pretty darn cold. I did go to a church party Easter get together thing, and the family was there but right after that I went to a play, that my best friend's brother is in: The Lieutanant Of Inishmore. It was really gory and hilarious, with irish accents and vulgar language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: My friend who I was staying with and her sister took the day off from school and we went shopping. I got some cream, heeled cowboy boots which are so hot. I also got a black lacey dress, and an oh-so-80's black leather jacket. I went into the school when people were getting out and some people didn't even recognize me, but others I got a very warm welcome from. I then went to one of the branches of the sub shop that Polio works at, and had my favorite sandwich. That night I guest starred in a drama rehearsal, standing in for people who weren't there, because the choreographer loves me, so I got to dance and see all my lovely drama people. It was exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: I actually went to school for the whole day, even though almost every single teacher asked me if I had a visitors pass from the office and I said no, so they sent me away. But there were a few teachers I knew I could rely on to take me in without question so I just hung out with them before lunch. Then I had lunch. Then I went out to lunch and met one of my friends girlfriends. When I came back there was a soccer game, which the friend I was staying with was playing in, so I watched that. I also had dance rehearsal that night. After that I went with my other friend to meet his boyfriend and it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: I slept in, then took a nice long shower, and danced around the room while getting ready. But then I went to lunch with Polio and his girlfriend, and another friend. Then me and the friend went walking around campus taking pictures and talking about boys. That night I also had dance rehearsal, but that was after vocal rehearsal. By the way, the musical they're doing is All Shook Up. If you don't know it, it's like the plot of Twelfth Night, with all Elvis Presley songs. It's fun! That night was the chick I was staying with's mom's birthday, so we celebrated that, then went to the play again, it was even funnier the second time. Except for the audience was like all old people who thought the humor was too violent so my group was the only one laughing, and I'm really loud, so it was a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I went into school again, but didn't get kicked out because this time I actually had a pass, because I was 'job shadowing' the photography teacher. I'm really tight with her and she let me just hang with my friends. So I did. That day I went to another soccer game of my friends, then dance rehearsal, then went to visit another friend that I hadn't seen the whole time I'd been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: I woke up late again and did the shower/dance routine. Then I went shopping with the friend from the past night, I didn't get anything, except he bought me a really cool calendar of the history of the town, so that was nice. Then I visited another friend, went to dance rehearsal, then went to a friend from church's birthday party. That was really fun. It was a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: This day I went to the chick I was staying with's sister, who I love, her soccer game. It was sunny but cold. Then we all went shopping in a big group of people, to the mall. I missed it. Then we all went to dinner at the amazing thai resturant. Loved it. Then we got ice cream. Then we went to a friends' concert. Then we all went to a friend's house and watched The Office, and died our hair purple. It was awesome. I went to bed at like five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: I said goodbye to people, I cried so much. That was after church; which was before we went to lunch at the tightass mexican resturant. Then we went to Polio's work and said goodbye. Then we hit the road. It was a sad time. That day. But the whole trip was amazing and awesome and couldn't have been better, except maybe seeing a few more people and shopping more and going to more resturants. But other than that it was tight. I don't really need to comment on the trip in the car because Plug already did that. Thanks for listening, leave comments. LOVE. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1657948859257987388?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1657948859257987388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1657948859257987388&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1657948859257987388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1657948859257987388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-to-u-town.html' title='trip to U-town'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6631662025075733798</id><published>2008-04-25T18:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T18:28:50.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Bloggin</title><content type='html'>So I know I was totally out for like, well it seemed months, was it? But I'm back now. It was mainly because of the computer not acting right, me having a lot of homework, and going on a trip. But hey, it's not just me, Plug, Polio, Sandbox, and Easel haven't posted in a looooong time, and I'm here to yell at everyone and say COME BAAAACK!!! And people reading this, help me to get the family back together in blogworld! LOVE to all.&lt;br /&gt;~Rake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6631662025075733798?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6631662025075733798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6631662025075733798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6631662025075733798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6631662025075733798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-bloggin.html' title='Back To Bloggin'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7257045112356910927</id><published>2008-02-09T19:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:01:51.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things I've noticed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f6/Smile_fasdfdsfoiueire.svg/498px-Smile_fasdfdsfoiueire.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f6/Smile_fasdfdsfoiueire.svg/498px-Smile_fasdfdsfoiueire.svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody is more beautiful when they smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody is more beautiful when they're passionate about something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody is more beautiful when they're saying something nice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody is more beautiful when they're confident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everybody is beautiful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7257045112356910927?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7257045112356910927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7257045112356910927&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7257045112356910927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7257045112356910927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-ive-noticed.html' title='things I&apos;ve noticed'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6411781739324122719</id><published>2008-01-19T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:54:52.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding Moments</title><content type='html'>There are just some things that you take for granted, until they become a bonding moment between you and somebody else. Just little, everyday things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Being really afraid of a recurring noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Watching a little kitten chase her own tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Eating burnt popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Being locked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Tripping up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what I mean? Just things we don't even think about or realize until afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6411781739324122719?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6411781739324122719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6411781739324122719&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6411781739324122719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6411781739324122719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2008/01/bonding-moments.html' title='Bonding Moments'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1564490414425133966</id><published>2008-01-04T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:34.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>peace rally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This isn't one I actually attended but my friends were at it. It was in Chicago and if I would've been in the country I would've been there! So just wanted to share them with you because they made me cry, they are so beautiful:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151815704860670850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/R37tFox_u4I/AAAAAAAAABo/Skhi1MjwSYM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many people it makes me so happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151815936788904850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/R37tTIx_u5I/AAAAAAAAABw/sWW-FM_oRIQ/s320/jo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that sign and the flag in the background!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151816649753476002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/R37t8ox_u6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/xAOTN9CY8j0/s320/no.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my favorite symbol in the whole wide world..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1564490414425133966?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1564490414425133966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1564490414425133966&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1564490414425133966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1564490414425133966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2008/01/peace-rally_04.html' title='peace rally'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/R37tFox_u4I/AAAAAAAAABo/Skhi1MjwSYM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7863749255080608115</id><published>2007-12-21T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:34.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay so I know it's a little late for a christmas list. Well, I mean some people do shop at the last minute (like me) but it's not so much a list as an......inventory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm a girl, you know the basics. I like clothes- cute, colorful and/or not, fitting, etc. And I like shoes- heels, colorful and/or not. Of course makeup- funky. And other girlie things like that. I'm really wanting some nail polish- colors being: lime green, plum purple, black, ballet slipper pink, neon yellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I get stuck. I know there are other things I want. But they aren't realistic at all. For instance, I want full dark room equipment, an SLR camera, a camcorder, a room full of fabrics of all different kinds, I could go on and on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then of course I'm a big fan of music and movies. I like board games and books and, well everything really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a lot of this stuff you could hear anybody say, nothing really special or unique or anything about what I want. Cuz that's the thing, I don't really know what I want, what I REALLY REALLY want. (Ok hold on that was supposed to sound deep but now it just looks like I'm quoting the spice girls). So basically what I'm saying that right now I would be pleased with anything because I'm not really pining for anything in particular. And I trust the people who feel like they need to give me presents to pick something good and right for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I really need is the Mirror of Erised.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146489003986807826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/R2wAe1sWbBI/AAAAAAAAABg/sVrpZ6peHIA/s320/mirrorpic2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7863749255080608115?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7863749255080608115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7863749255080608115&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7863749255080608115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7863749255080608115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/R2wAe1sWbBI/AAAAAAAAABg/sVrpZ6peHIA/s72-c/mirrorpic2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-3476834114224383772</id><published>2007-12-11T14:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:50:30.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long time</title><content type='html'>Wow. So I feel bad because I haven't written a post in like a month, almost. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically all that's gone on is I was in Seussical: The Musical. It was pretty fun, I was a Who, and I also got to choreograph a dance. But other than that it wasn't that exciting. Kids are very.....ignorant. But I'm not going to complain this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wrote two songs, with a friend who plays guitar; and I have one that is just lyrics at the time. Of course I've written some more poems in the time that has passed between these posts. But seriously other than that nothing has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GETTING CLOSE TO CHRISTMAS AND I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-3476834114224383772?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3476834114224383772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=3476834114224383772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3476834114224383772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3476834114224383772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-time.html' title='long time'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1458871976274465176</id><published>2007-11-14T20:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:34.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>So these are about half (the better half) of some poems I've written lately. Lately meaning in the last 2 months. I would love critiques, advice, and of course PRAISES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ode To Secrecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you never will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach churns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H0w you don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Imperfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We notice them about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They occupy our mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking up time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do other people notice them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when we feel the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumbles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the judgement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the negativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more beyond this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you learn to not let other,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who don't, and don't want to, know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not let them see you as weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not let them trample your happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am fearless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah that's just a face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So are you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter if we fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all gonna die anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say we should plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can do well in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But others say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in the now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think too hard on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I question both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get older&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did well in earlier schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ready to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you just do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the oppurtunities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry about what will come later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you'd be happy in the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if? If only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we said what was on our mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth would be out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may find out thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never wanted to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may hear things we knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never wanted to admit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we voiced our thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never thought twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could lose love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or gain grudges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we could clear the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And learn from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we did let loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak our mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everybody did then maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't shun one person doing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we wouldn't have to apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For things we "didn't mean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to bring a child into this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the bad influence of the media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how the earth could diminish very soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing being done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of changing too much over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have morals, limits, beliefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And teaching that to a child is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared to care too much or not care enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking absolutes is tiresome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love and Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you Love something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hate something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't admit it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the base&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation of all our actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death is the main fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of our possessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Death is birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of what comes next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spend our whole life waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Words, Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not for anybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I control it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All strung together to portray emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth, wind, fire, and water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four primary substances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, remorse, thought, and music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four primary non-substances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't hold them, touch them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are immeasurable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are the base of all existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Merely A Fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a romantic love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a friendship love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a love that can be explained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just unchanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how long I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I can touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I can kiss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the cars outside my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that you aren't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here where one dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes an ordinary day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into an agony of waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one imaginary kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings me back to a world without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I push you to the center of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hours at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that you don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushes you out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever hearing a constant battle in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can love this much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never have it returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logical side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replays the encounters we had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I was left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you walked away knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not the extremity of depth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection was the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop loving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unchangable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is merely a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132892929371212354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rzuy7I1JCkI/AAAAAAAAABY/WJR1aSWrzwY/s320/girl_writing%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1458871976274465176?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1458871976274465176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1458871976274465176&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1458871976274465176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1458871976274465176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rzuy7I1JCkI/AAAAAAAAABY/WJR1aSWrzwY/s72-c/girl_writing%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-5969733525759356943</id><published>2007-10-19T14:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:25:43.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Situation</title><content type='html'>So, I'm in a bit of a pickle, or dillema, or predicament, whatever you want to call it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember hot guy and cute guy right? Hot guy is the one I live near, and cute guy is the one that rides my bus. Well I like both of them so much, and I just find it very agonizing. And can I just point out: GUYS IN CANADA DON'T KNOW HOW TO FLIRT!!! Seriously, like they'll talk to you, but I think they just aren't capable of it! Anyway cute guy and I like a lot of the same music and we spent a whole day together last weekend walking around downtown. But hot guy is so hot, and we like a lot of the same movies, and it is really easy to talk to him. So I don't know who I like more. That's the problem, by the way. And Plug says I don't really have to chose at this point but, I mean, for my sanity it'd probably be better if I did. Basically I don't know. I don't know who I like more, especially because I can see myself with both of them...ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-5969733525759356943?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5969733525759356943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=5969733525759356943&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5969733525759356943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5969733525759356943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/10/situation.html' title='Situation'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1727900208548948250</id><published>2007-10-08T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T18:18:43.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things I miss dearly</title><content type='html'>Lately, of course I've been missing U-town, and everybody in it. But there are specific things, things that just get forgotten or left behind. Here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Going to a football game, getting all ready to toss a flag in the air for the rest of the night, and dancing to "Hey Baby" in the stands!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching Veggie Tales in the church nursery! Tonight we all sang very memorable 'silly songs with Larry' at dinner. Ahhh.....good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to looooong and boooooring drama meetings and listening to Chew talk about the same things over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Being able to walk everywhere. I would walk to friends' houses in the morning, then walk to the union or eat something for lunch on green street. Then walk back and hang in the park for awhile. Maybe even walk down to lincoln square and.......shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Downtown shampoo, the street that, during Christmas, the street lamps would have the fake branches on it, making a candle or snowflake, or something pretty and festive!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1727900208548948250?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1727900208548948250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1727900208548948250&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1727900208548948250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1727900208548948250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-i-miss-dearly.html' title='things I miss dearly'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-2704084024022143460</id><published>2007-09-27T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:23:56.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys</title><content type='html'>So, let's just get this straight for all of you that are confused:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot guy is the hot one that I love talking to but I really can't tell if there's anything between us, like I don't know when or if he's flirting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute guy is the cute one that I've never talked to and kind of am just putting off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice guy is now just guy, cuz he's still nice, but there's no real attraction anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter pretty eye guy. He has pretty eyes. Kind of like mine if you're wondering. But he is super duper nice, and funny. And cute, and we're hanging out this weekend so that will be very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a spectacular post, but an informative one....LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-2704084024022143460?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/2704084024022143460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=2704084024022143460&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2704084024022143460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2704084024022143460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/guys.html' title='Guys'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-8657137514715453027</id><published>2007-09-19T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:50:42.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>very werid day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, well I got up at 7:39, when I am actually supposed to get up at 7. So from the first minute I was being rushed and disoriented. Plus, I painfully awoke to cramps, and...well, you know how those go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then I'm at the bus stop, and the hot guy isn't there. Damn. On the bus the cute guy doesn't get on so I'm just completely let down. By the way, hot guy and cute guy are two different guys. Just to clear that up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my classes seem to drag on but somehow I find myself on the bus home again. Lunch was fun, me and a couple of friends were in the cafeteria at first, then realized it was a pretty nice day, and joined a big group of cool people outside. In this group was cute guy, the one who stood up the bus this moring. Oh well, once again he doesn't notice me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the walk from the bus stop to our across-the-street houses, me and hot guy have a cute little conversation about our days (okay, more about his day) and, perhaps it was just me, but he was a little flirty. He didn't just smile a bunch, he stuttered a bit at one point too. Well, maybe it was my imagination, but I think I'm making progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a beautiful story, but just a little taste of how boring my days go over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.- I have AND wear a shirt that a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;geek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was wearing on Beauty and the Geek! LOVE that show!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shop.adlerplanetarium.org/catalog/get_file.php/cart_product_image_image_filename_521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is actually the shirt. I can't believe I found in on Google. It is a bunch of stars and the whole astronomy thing, and the letters say "heavenly bodies". I think it's kind of cute.....no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-8657137514715453027?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8657137514715453027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=8657137514715453027&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8657137514715453027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8657137514715453027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-werid-day.html' title='very werid day'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-3943432803647569031</id><published>2007-09-16T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:17:55.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Wishes</title><content type='html'>I literally have nothing else to post about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the old story of a genie with three wishes? Well, I think about wishes a lot, and to only have three would be a real bummer. But to have any would be kind of cool. And three does make people think about what really matters to them. So here are mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I don't know if this means it's the most important, but I would have to say to grow up to be a successful movie/theatre actress and director. Now, success isn't measured in how famous you are or how much money you have. To me, it's measured in how happy I am. So, being successful later will mean that I shall get to work with very talented people. These including, but not limited to, Johnny Depp, Ewan McGregor, Idina Menzel, Drew Barrymoore, and like such as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) If this is second most important, I would have to say finding the love of my life (aka: Daniel Radcliffe) and having a nice home and family with him. Hopefully that means somewhere in Australia, with one beautiful daughter, and HUGE yacht!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) This wish is very very important to me, even though it is the least out of three. My last wish would be to be very flexible, like a trained, professional ballerina. Where I could lift my leg exactly vertical, without any strain. This might also include being able to do a little pointe, as I have always wanted to do that. But it would have to be a special, magical shoe that didn't hurt my toes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-3943432803647569031?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3943432803647569031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=3943432803647569031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3943432803647569031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3943432803647569031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/09/three-wishes.html' title='Three Wishes'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-8011617280868841670</id><published>2007-08-31T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T09:57:35.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>an off day</title><content type='html'>Okay so yesterday I registered for my classes and let me tell you right now that it took for fricking ever. But here are my classes if you are wondering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester one-A: Drama 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: History IB prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: French 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Math IB prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester two-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Dance 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: English IB prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Science IB prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: CLM/PAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I have to explain it. IB prep is like AP classes, they are a little harder and faster paced. But they are preparing me for the International Baccalaureate (pronounce back-ah-lori-it) program. It's this big long thing that I'll explain later. Anyway it has like a couple of big long essays and it's for smart people. It doesn't start til 11th grade, hence the prep classes. So those I'm trying out to see if I can handle it. Okay CLM stands for Career and Life Management, so you know, blah. And PAL stands for Physically Active Lifestyles which is like my p.e. for the rest of high school. So both of those two classes are six weeks long, or like a quarter, and then I'm done with p.e. forever!!!! Oh, and if you don't get why I have four classes a day then make a comment about it cause I'm pretty sure I've told a lot of people about how it works. And I also have a really cool guidance counselor/dean person, he is so funny and young and kind of a rebel! He's also an american.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that wasn't even the offness of the day. At lunch we went to an outside diner sort of thingy, and the wind blew hard and my dad got ketchup spilled on his pant leg, and both my sister and me got root beer spilled on the side of our leg, so it seeped onto our butts. Man it was so annoying. And when I woke up that morning, as I was doing my make-up, I got a bloody nose. Then, when we were sitting in line (in really comfy chairs too) to get me registered, I got a bloody nose. Then, when we were at home, I got a bloody nose. Then right before dinner I got a bloody nose. So, if you haven't figured it out, I had four, yes, FOUR bloody noses yesterday, over the whole day!!! That is so annoying. I also had two long, very painful cases of the hiccups in the evening, so it wasn't fun. Basically yesterday I was really stressed or something and it did not go well!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-8011617280868841670?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8011617280868841670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=8011617280868841670&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8011617280868841670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8011617280868841670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/08/off-day.html' title='an off day'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-3688092653424175927</id><published>2007-08-26T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:31:36.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>So yall remember MASH? Like in 5th grade when you would do that list thing to map out your future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had the urge to do it tonight. I really haven't done it in like 5 years but it was really satisfying. So here's how I'm gonna turn out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to MARRY DANIEL RADCLIFFE.(Course I already knew that!) I'm going to be wearing a STRAPLESS DRESS. We'll go to our HONEYMOON in PARIS. Together we shall have 1 GIRL and 1 DOG. I will be a DIRECTOR and make 100,000 a year. He will be a WRITER and make 300,000 a year. We will live in DALLAS, TX in a MANSION. And then I'll die at the age of 85.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Of course I put all good things for each thing and now it turned out awesome. Well except for the dying part but you know that's inevidable. Just thought I would share some of the things I'm doing cooped up in the house. And a bit of the old days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-3688092653424175927?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3688092653424175927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=3688092653424175927&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3688092653424175927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3688092653424175927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-4974351575314196365</id><published>2007-08-20T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:35.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things that piss me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RsntKw7rDuI/AAAAAAAAABM/idLHpfbsgdk/s1600-h/S5000350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100868822163459810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RsntKw7rDuI/AAAAAAAAABM/idLHpfbsgdk/s400/S5000350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) When people interupt me reading. I mean, I'm a slow reader anyway, and when people interupt me just to ask stupid questions, I read even slower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) When sneezes don't come out. I like sneezes, they are very refreshing, and when you think you have one but it just taunts you and you make weird faces then it's not cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) When people say "Huh?" right in the middle of me talking, before I finish. I mean they should be listening, and if they have to have me repeat the first part, they should say it nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) When people bring up something and then refuse to talk about it. I mean I do that, but still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) When you've tried everything you can to go to sleep but you're still wide awake at 4 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.) When hiccups hurt real bad, and you have them 5 times a day!! Mine ALWAYS hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.) When people don't have opinions of their own they just copy what do or say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.) When you know the name of someone/something and you can't think of it! I am so OCD and this really bugs me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.) When people will never engage in, and always avoid, a serious/deep conversation about beliefs or emotions or death, or anything really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.) When you have way more than ten things on a list but you don't want to make it bigger cuz 10 is such a nice round number so you really have like 16.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-4974351575314196365?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4974351575314196365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=4974351575314196365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4974351575314196365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4974351575314196365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/08/10-things-that-piss-me-off.html' title='10 things that piss me off'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RsntKw7rDuI/AAAAAAAAABM/idLHpfbsgdk/s72-c/S5000350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1686161102490465549</id><published>2007-08-03T18:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:35.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RrPOIHeX1mI/AAAAAAAAABE/cBLWZlqcmAg/s1600-h/S5002102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094642242326877794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RrPOIHeX1mI/AAAAAAAAABE/cBLWZlqcmAg/s320/S5002102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if all my posts are getting annoying, but I have to make up for all the ones I missed during the move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway I got a hair cut today. And I will put up a picture where you can't really see my eyes. Anyway, these are the reactions I got.... Dad: I...like....it. It just kind of reminds me of Ashlee Simpson and I don't really like her personality so...eh. Mom: Oooh. Look at you. I like it! It looks very up-to-date and good! Easel: Uh. You stole my idea. I wanted side bangs! Sandbox: (half an hour later) Oh. You got a haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I like it. A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1686161102490465549?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1686161102490465549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1686161102490465549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1686161102490465549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1686161102490465549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/08/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RrPOIHeX1mI/AAAAAAAAABE/cBLWZlqcmAg/s72-c/S5002102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-8622461301491238687</id><published>2007-07-31T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:35.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>summer reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rq_Q4neX1lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-qg8css4YdM/s1600-h/S5000766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093519374666946130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rq_Q4neX1lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-qg8css4YdM/s320/S5000766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the thing I love most about summer is reading. I have so much time to do it and that makes me want to do it more. Of course I've already read Harry Potter 7 and I finished it in 4 days. And in the past three days I've been on a roll. All I do is lay in bed all day, and read!! The night before last I finished a book, then picked up another I was 200 pages into from a couple weeks ago. I finished that the next day, yesterday, and started a new one, only getting one chapter in. Then today I got three-quarters of the way in. I also went to the library (one of the few things I've done here is get a library card, which is actually kind of nice because there are 12 different libraries!!) and got two more pretty thick books. I can't wait to sit around all day and read them!! You gotta admit, sitting around on your ass all day reading is better than sitting around watching tv. Even if I'm not getting any exercise, or... going outside at all. Well, I did go to the library to get more books to sit around more to read more and start the process all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made a mental list of all the things that I'm looking forward to in chronalagical order. Today I was looking forward to going to the library, I'm super cool I know, no need to tell me. For this week I'm looking forward to my friends coming to visit, it's gonna be a blast. This month I'm looking forward to moving into my new house and meeting people my age here, finally!!! After that I'm looking forward to going down in December and seeing all the love of my life's!!! After that, well basically my life has no purpose. Just kidding, I'll be looking forward to going down for the musical.... see, I'm not a loser. And the list goes on.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-8622461301491238687?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8622461301491238687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=8622461301491238687&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8622461301491238687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8622461301491238687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-reading.html' title='summer reading'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rq_Q4neX1lI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-qg8css4YdM/s72-c/S5000766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6657562445186896649</id><published>2007-07-20T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:46:52.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>I am one of those weird people that makes lists. A lot. Like last night when my head was a blur and I was overwhelmed because I don't even know why (Probably because of a certain book that's causing a lot of fuss and coming out tomorrow!!) Anyway, I have been without my two fashion magazines for a very long time, almost three months, and I was in desperate need of them. So I went to the bookstore and got them. And it's weird, when I read magazines, even though I love them, I get really mad. It's like they make you question your fashion sense/style. Or things you do, how to make them better, or worse. Well, I have been thinking a lot about my fashion style for some time and I needed to make lists to organize my mind!! You may think this post is insignificant and shallow, but you are wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading List: (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigman~ Paul Zindel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter 7~ J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save Karyn~ Karyn Bosnak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked~ Gregory Macguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of Glass~ Zoey Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 4~ Anne Brascheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M or F~ Anthony Burgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peach Girl series~ Miwa Ueda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other random books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back To School List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glasses-cute, no-rimmed, square-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair cut- layers, bangs tapering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subscription to Cosmogirl + 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeans- at least 2 pairs, dark, light, with pocket designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nail polish- dark purple, lime green, neon yellow, ballet slipper pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyeliner-black pencil, black liquid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blush-dark brown shadowing thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t-shirts- vintage short sleeve, long sleeve solid colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneakers- vans and/or chucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heels-mary-janes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boots-flat, brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books-LOTS, previously named&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dv camcorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPod-30 gig, video, black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadway Soundtracks List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragtime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Saigon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick, Tick....Boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seussical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legally Blonde: The Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Rotten Scoundrels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spamalot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jekyll and Hyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See What I Wanna See&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Drowsy Chaperone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabaret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Light in the Piazza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Do List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch up with journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start making plan for saving money for video camera/iPod/plane tickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my life.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6657562445186896649?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6657562445186896649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6657562445186896649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6657562445186896649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6657562445186896649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/07/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-2555883788040544434</id><published>2007-07-04T22:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:34:23.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>movie idea</title><content type='html'>So I've thought of one. And I have to warn you, before you read on, it's...diffferent. But anyway, it starts off like a chick flick, guy meets girl in the park, flirting and they eventually go out and fall in love. Then: he dies! But not just the traditional car-crash-teen-death, but something new. You never hear of a guy being anorexic, so I think that is the way to go. So, after the death, the girlfriend falls in love with his sister.THE END. I know what you're thinking: that's cruel, they were in love and he just died, but it's a movie and it's different and those are all of my reasons to keep it and I like it SO THERE!!!But seriously tell me what you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-2555883788040544434?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/2555883788040544434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=2555883788040544434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2555883788040544434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2555883788040544434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-idea.html' title='movie idea'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7231294796911862974</id><published>2007-06-29T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:08:40.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, yeah, I really have nothing else to write about except that I have had some kooky dreams lately. At first I was having really scary ones all in a row. Like in one these creepy people were gonna take me and the twins to some place and...do "Michael Jackson" things to us. And in another one this crazy rich lady was trying to lock me in her stained-glass garage. The last one I actually killed a guy by stabbing him in the arm with a pencil. But this most recent one is still a little weird but kind of nice. See, I fell in love with this blind guy, and his face was kind of contorted, but he was a sweetheart. But the thing was he was diabetic, which for some reason meant I couldn't kiss him; it also meant he ate A LOT of peanuts. Anyway we spent all of our time together and I told him I loved him, he opened his eyes (meaning he wasn't blind anymore) and he turned into Polio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good one, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also just have to say I cried for the first time since Plug left the other day, I was walking in the rain and I felt myself REALLY missing her... I love you!!!&lt;a href="http://www.germes-online.com/direct/dbimage/10153407/Raw_Peanuts_in_Shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.germes-online.com/direct/dbimage/10153407/Raw_Peanuts_in_Shell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7231294796911862974?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7231294796911862974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7231294796911862974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7231294796911862974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7231294796911862974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/06/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-815784414858330233</id><published>2007-06-25T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:06:16.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new things</title><content type='html'>So I've been really bored lately seeing as how three of my best friends are out of town and all the other ones are extremely busy. And in these times of nothing to do I thought of a fantasticly teenager-y thing to do: write music! Right now I have two finished songs in writing, that also have tunes on the guitar which I taught myself how to play this week. And I have a bunch of other songs in the process of writing. I am looking forward to putting them all together on the computer with some special program my dad has and hopefully it is going to be very cool and different!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've been talking to my dad about is making movies. I mean of course I want to act, but I also want to direct. And to do this I am thinking of going to film school. So my dad and I were talking about how I have to write a movie and then shoot it and edit it and all that crap... well first of all I don't even have a video camera, so I'll need to save up for that. And I am having soooooooo much trouble thinking of good movie ideas. I mean, it's really hard, I have a couple of just buds of ideas but none that are good plots. I need good ideas, and serious ones!.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-815784414858330233?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/815784414858330233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=815784414858330233&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/815784414858330233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/815784414858330233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-things.html' title='new things'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-473229513706537898</id><published>2007-06-14T17:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:36.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RnLz9rg_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7DgCod04jDo/s1600-h/S5000850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076387970978637794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RnLz9rg_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7DgCod04jDo/s200/S5000850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any really weird habits that you've never really thought about.Or just not noticed until recently (like when I just mentioned).Here are some of mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I talk to my cat about my problems acting like they're his. example-"Sherlock you are going to be fine when we move, seriously, you'll make other kitty friends and have lots of fun!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I'm in my house, I don't like to close the door to the bathroom all the way.When I'm home alone I don't like to close it at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I can't go to sleep without at least one body part covered with a blanket/sheet.I also can't go to sleep with my whole body covered there has to be at least one body part exposed, and not including my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I never call people.I know it's bad, but unless someone says specifically to call them I won't; and even if they do I still sometimes forget, unless it's for something I absolutely CAN'T forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that's all I can think of right now, tell me yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-473229513706537898?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/473229513706537898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=473229513706537898&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/473229513706537898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/473229513706537898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/06/weird-habits.html' title='Weird Habits'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RnLz9rg_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/7DgCod04jDo/s72-c/S5000850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-2620538737873251500</id><published>2007-06-11T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:36.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>electronic trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rm1otbg_Z9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XNF-ynOykJw/s1600-h/S5000447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074827484805949394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rm1otbg_Z9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XNF-ynOykJw/s320/S5000447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the middle of March, and I was using my camera all the time!And my friend had found an iPod in one of the bathrooms at school, and no one had come and claimed it, so she gave it to me.And then out of nowhere, my camera breaks.I tried to turn it on and it beeped at me, then nothing happened.I can't remeber if it was in the same day but it was at least in the same week, that my iPod broke.I was babysitting for the elementary school's PTA meeting and one of the other babysitters picked up my coat to throw it on another chair, and it fell out of the pocket.The screen cracked and I was soooo pissed.Now, I don't believe in bad luck or anything but it was an awful big coincidence that it happened in the same week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, last night I was trying to post about my summer, when I would hit "publish" it said what it says when it publishes successfully.So I went to go see it and it didn't show up.I was so confused so I tried going back and hit "publish" again. This time it said something like cannot edit html, I don't even know.So I go back to my blog and do the search for the word summer.Sure enough it shows up, just as I had done it.But it still wasn't showing up on the blog archive or anything.It was like it was hidden.Anyway I did a couple of test posts to see if they showed up, and of course they did not.I just gave up and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning I come on the computer and all four of the posts from last night are on there like nothing happened.(I know it is just a computer but it makes me so mad)!!!After that I deleted the ones I didn't need and then made this post.And I got to thinking, the first post I was trying to do last night was my 13th.....but again, I am not superstitious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-2620538737873251500?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/2620538737873251500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=2620538737873251500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2620538737873251500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/2620538737873251500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/06/electronic-trouble.html' title='electronic trouble'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/Rm1otbg_Z9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/XNF-ynOykJw/s72-c/S5000447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-8391555554256579492</id><published>2007-06-10T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:07:46.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>My friends are always so pumped about summer, saying that's all they look forward too, and blah blah blah...But I've always found summer to be very lonely.Maybe it's cuz I'm a loner and I don't actually do anything except for eat Ramen at home with the twins playing Sims.And it's not just this year I feel lonely, you know, cuz Plug's gone, even though that does SUCK!Anyway, lately I've been doing pretty good with the whole summer break thing, I mean it's only been a week but I've covered almost all of my best friends!Truthfully (if it was any other summer,I guess) all I want is to be occupied with school, because as much as I hate doing stuff, I hate not doing stuff more.And at school I can see all of my friends without even making an effort!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squishy.zaharee.org/images/ramen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.squishy.zaharee.org/images/ramen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.krcs.co.uk/images/library/products/300/sims2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://www.krcs.co.uk/images/library/products/300/sims2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-8391555554256579492?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8391555554256579492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=8391555554256579492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8391555554256579492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/8391555554256579492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-9087277069226773079</id><published>2007-06-05T09:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T10:15:16.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's all the fuss about?</title><content type='html'>So, I saw Pirates of the Carribean 3 last night and I have to ask---what's all the fuss about? I've heard so much bad stuff about it that I just can't agree on.Yes, I may be just another teenager that you don't want to listen to but, seriously it's just a movie.Okay, it may be a little long, but if you're with the right people, as I was, that doesn't matter.And it's funny.Nobody can deny that it's funny.And I'm not just talking one part was a little silly, I mean the whole thing was a hoot.Again, maybe you just have to be with the right people.And, I have to say it, any movie with the greek god Johnny in it can't be all that bad.ESPECIALLY when there's like 50 of him at once!!!But, apart from all that, the fact that it is a 3rd movie still pisses me off.It's like nobody can think of new ideas for movies anymore; they're either making hella sequals to movies already made or they're just gonna go and remake movies already made!As an aspiring director and already professional acress I am very passionate about this.Oh, and one teensy little thing that bugs me about it is the ending, for those of you who haven't seen it yet, do NOT read on...the ending is like, back to the beginning of the "series", no resolution really.Whatever I guess I can live with a movie not being just another happy ending!&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/pirates_of_the_caribbean__dead_man_s_chest/johnny_depp/deadmanschest3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/pirates_of_the_caribbean__dead_man_s_chest/johnny_depp/deadmanschest3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-9087277069226773079?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/9087277069226773079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=9087277069226773079&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/9087277069226773079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/9087277069226773079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-all-fuss-about.html' title='what&apos;s all the fuss about?'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-4338149521452266572</id><published>2007-06-04T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:37.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I want to know what you guys think of my photography. These aren't even the best of them they are just kind of whatever I could throw together. The first one falls into the category of noun-people-well,animal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RmRv9mNTd9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/W87rvtaQqGQ/s1600-h/S5001062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RmRv9mNTd9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/W87rvtaQqGQ/s320/S5001062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072302184345073618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next one is in the category of noun-thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RmRw22NTd-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/waHHG37VO50/s1600-h/S5001102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RmRw22NTd-I/AAAAAAAAAAc/waHHG37VO50/s320/S5001102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072303167892584418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last, I think you can guess is noun-place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RmRxkmNTd_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5PCAXZGHNio/s1600-h/S5001182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RmRxkmNTd_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/5PCAXZGHNio/s320/S5001182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072303953871599602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Please put in your inputs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-4338149521452266572?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/4338149521452266572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=4338149521452266572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4338149521452266572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/4338149521452266572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RmRv9mNTd9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/W87rvtaQqGQ/s72-c/S5001062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-6898673203121694188</id><published>2007-05-27T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T12:00:37.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RlpKi2NTd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/27y1730cGXg/s1600-h/IMG_2674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RlpKi2NTd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/27y1730cGXg/s320/IMG_2674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069446293086238658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how long it's been since I've written on this! I guess I'll go over everything that's happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left off with the musical. That went amazing, the upperclassmen/directors said this was the best opening night in a LONG time! And all the other nights were spectacular in their own way. The night before closing, they presented the "gypsy jacket". This is a theatre tradition that recognizes a member of the dancers who is a good leader and everybody hugs them for good luck. Yes, I got it, it was really awesome. Closing night was very emotional afterward, every person was crying because the seniors said their speeches, and all the people who were moving,too. By the end I had no tears left, but I was still crying, so I was just kind of shaking and hicupping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that I've been in a weird mood, kind of mellow, sad but happy, I can't really explain it. I miss drama like no other, I mean that's my life. After strike, I went home, then was excrutiatingly lonely so I went back, just to say goodbye to the greenroom and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now school's ending, the seniors are done. EVERYBODY is having graduation party's so I'm a busy party-girl. I'm so sad but I haven't really said goodbye to anybody yet because I just know I'm going to see them before I leave. I guess I should treat every second like it's my last with them...But that's true all the time. People can die at any time, so we should always be loving and living!! Sorry to become so depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, sorry mom, it seems that I'm about to leave and all the guys want me. But not to have an actual relationship, because they don't want to have to have a time limit on it due to me moving out of the country, but maybe just to 'hang out' for a little. And honestly I don't know what to do about it. One of them I have liked all year but has had a girlfriend and is suddenly interested. One is just a really attractive, funny guy. One is a hot italian senior, who is very interested but always forgets to call. Whatever, my plan is to take it one day at a time. Right now I have a date scheduled for tomorrow with the hot italian, and guess what we're going to do... eat italian food!!Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-6898673203121694188?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6898673203121694188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=6898673203121694188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6898673203121694188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/6898673203121694188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-goodness.html' title='oh my goodness'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IHpvFxHmMXA/RlpKi2NTd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/27y1730cGXg/s72-c/IMG_2674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-5791025332426186132</id><published>2007-05-08T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T18:44:35.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>So, I know it has taken me a long time to write this but I have been really busy with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way,Prom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At two I went to my hair appointment, and it looked awesome.The curls were tight and I looked like a cute lion.Before that I had gotten my butineer (?) and it looked really good.When my mom had ordered it she said "funky, not red" (because I was wearing black and a red rose is so cliche). Any way the flower was a yellowish-green, with little purple flowers around it, and a metal twirly thing attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to my friend's house to get ready. We blasted the movie soundtrack of Chicago, and talked about our dates (in a good way).We were both really bummed that we didn't have gartars, so we borrowed some from her sister's room, and put them on just for a few pictures.When it was time to go upstairs for actual pictures I was really nervous for some reason.But our guys looked great and we took some fun photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we hopped in my dates car, and went to Biaggi's for dinner.This is a really nice italian resturant, and of course it was packed with other prom-goers.I didn't get a lot, because I wasn't that hungry, and because my dress was very form-fitting (didn't want no pooch).But I got a salad, a virgin pina colada, and the appetizer bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the dance, we almost hit a possum.Now that's romantic.But we got there okay, and everybody looked spectacular.They had free cookies and things, but the actual "dance-floor" was miniscule.But whatever, I danced, had a good time.Of course I danced with my date the most. And my best friend. But we aren't actually dating, so I was free to dance with other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to my friends house, where we took the pictures, and we changed to go to post-prom. But we had some time to kill, so we layed down on the fouton and all cuddled! When we got there I saw some people that weren't at the dance and I showed them some HOT pictures. There were the inflatable games and stuff, so I did the obstacle-course one and got my elbows scraped up real bad!But it didn't matter because it was all too fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, since I had the coolest date ever, we watched him and some other people play in their jazz band. And guess what? We DANCED!! I fell over a couple times, ok a lot, but it was much better than the prom dancing. One, because it was real music, not some too-much-bass-unintelligable-lyrics-rap-"music"!! And because we knew the people playing. Of course their weren't buttload of people there, so that helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next part is the best. I would like to challenge all you readers to think of a more spontaneous, romantic thing to do after prom! My two friends and I blindfolded our dates, and drove them to a hill. We set up a bunch of blankets, plates and some candles. Then we got out the food for our picnic and spread it out.(This is 5 o clock in the morning by the way)We unblindfolded the guys and ate our breakfast, then had a big long cuddly nap, outside in the freezing cold, watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually got too cold at around 7, plus we weren't really supposed to be there anyway, so we went back to the house. There, we fell into a very satisfying 3-hour sleep, all spooning one another.Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got home at 10-ish and slept there until 3.It was amazing. Prom is not overrated, at least not the one I had, and I (along with my best friend who went) am only a freshman, so I have atleast two more to go.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-5791025332426186132?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5791025332426186132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=5791025332426186132&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5791025332426186132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/5791025332426186132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/05/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-3330512427421922329</id><published>2007-04-13T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T20:21:16.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #332200 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #332200 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; LEFT: 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 25px 0px 25px -200px; BORDER-LEFT: #332200 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; COLOR: #332200; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #332200 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: serif; POSITION: relative; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c9b390; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 32px"&gt;Mad Ethel Cash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 100px; POSITION: relative; TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #332200" src="http://www.piratequiz.com/flag.gif" /&gt; &lt;a style="LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 100%; COLOR: #f8eecc; BOTTOM: 20px; POSITION: absolute" href="http://www.piratequiz.com/"&gt;Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of the fidius.org network &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="LEFT: 205px; WIDTH: 322px; POSITION: relative; TOP: 235px; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-3330512427421922329?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3330512427421922329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=3330512427421922329&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3330512427421922329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3330512427421922329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/04/hmmm.html' title='hmmm....'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7927017349137420631</id><published>2007-04-06T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T11:08:42.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Footloose</title><content type='html'>Our high school drama director has decided on Footloose as our spring musical. I am very glad he has chosen this, but mostly I am glad he has chosen one at all. See, he is walrus look-alike, that is about 60-something years old, and he is the most unorganized, slow, indecisive person ever. It took him 3+ weeks to decide on a show, then 4 days to get through auditions, and another week and a half to get the cast list up. Then, we didn't start actual rehearsals for another week+!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, I am really happy with the show, most of the cast list, and pretty much everything in between. Oh, did I mention the show goes up in less than a month and our first rehearsal was yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, if you are totally deprived and don't know anything about musical theatre at all, Footloose is about dancing...                     (and my part is 2 out of the three dance groups, awesome dances!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our first rehearsal was yesterday, the all cast vocal part was from 3:30 to 5:30, and the dancing group that I'm in's rehearsal was from 6:30 to 9. Man am I tired. By the end of the dancing I had almost lost my voice, every muscle in my legs were/are permanently flexed, I had huge scratches on my arm, my stomach was churning, my head was weightless and spinning, and I couldn't get the Footloose song out of my head. (Been working, so hard. I'm punching, my card. Eight hours, for what? Oh tell me what I got. I got this feeling that time is holding me down. I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town. Tonight I gotta cut loose, footloose, kick of my Sunday shoes. Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees. Jack get back. Come on before we crack. Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose!) Yeah, last night was the first time I had heard the whole song and now I have it all memorized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, not to spoil it for those who are going to see it, but I have to tell you the super scary stunt I have to do. Luckily, my partner for it, and the whole dance, is the person I trust the most, and am most comfortable around: someone I have dated before and now are best friends. So, the stunt is a running start, holding on to one arm flip, with my legs straight up in the air! Unluckily, he has had an accident doing this exact same flip with someone much smaller. And I had to do it, like, fifty times last night (surprisingly no exaggeration there) and fell/missed a couple of times, and freaked the hell out of my partner. Oh and another thing, this is going to be done with another couple, and we are running/flipping toward eachother..... I hate roller-coasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that the dance is totally cool and fun. Not that that isn't cool or fun, it's just SCARY! The dance is pretty ronchy and sexual, so awesome! I love the choreagrapher, she is  young and really funny. A really good dancer, even though she isn't built like a dancer, and SO fun. Really easy going, but knows how to work, teach, and boogie down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I am really pumped! Especially because it is set in the 80's so we are going to have big hair, TIGHT leather pants, and everything and anything in between. Not to mention that that dance is only part of one scene, and it is making me SO happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am most likely joining the pitiful JV soccer team, because they don't even have enough players to fill the field, not to mention subs. Suddenly, I am unbelievably busy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7927017349137420631?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7927017349137420631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7927017349137420631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7927017349137420631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7927017349137420631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/04/footloose.html' title='Footloose'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-488696860015281918</id><published>2007-04-04T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T15:40:05.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>old poems</title><content type='html'>These are old poems that I wrote a while ago, and I have some more I just can't find them right now. But there will be here in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one I wrote around Christmas time, and it's kind of inspired by Love Actually:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time when you tell the ones you love just how much you love them&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time when you tell everybody the truth&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time when you live your life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a happy time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time when the things you don't have seem that much bigger&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is time when, if you're alone, you feel dead&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a time that only comes once a year, waiting&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a sad time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming, so I'm telling you I love you&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and I'm telling you the truth&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming and I'm trying to live, to risk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here and I don't have you&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here and I am alone&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is here and I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next one; the beginning came to me in the bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER GENDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it just suck to be a guy&lt;br /&gt;To look around and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Your breasts aren't perfectly formed&lt;br /&gt;Your hips aren't perfectly warmed&lt;br /&gt;By low-rise jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just ass to be a dude&lt;br /&gt;To deal with everyone being rude&lt;br /&gt;When you aren't totally obsessed with sports&lt;br /&gt;And don't shout stupid "manly" retorts&lt;br /&gt;To someone who is different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand being a male&lt;br /&gt;Never checking the bathroom scale&lt;br /&gt;Never flushing or closing the seat&lt;br /&gt;Standing up to pee or eat&lt;br /&gt;Goal being: macho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you deal with being a man&lt;br /&gt;With looking around and trying to scan&lt;br /&gt;A woman you would "bang"&lt;br /&gt;In your perverted way DANG&lt;br /&gt;It must suck to be you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-488696860015281918?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/488696860015281918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=488696860015281918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/488696860015281918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/488696860015281918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-poems.html' title='old poems'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7299709452239429856</id><published>2007-04-03T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T13:29:29.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherlock</title><content type='html'>My cat is named Sherlock. We named him that because when he was small he looked in the mirror, and for some reason we thought he was really smart for doing that, so we named him after a really smart person. Back then, he  was tiny. Now, he is "a dog, trapped in a cat suit that is too big for him"! When he walks his belly fat, which is really just a huge sack of skin, is about an inch from the floor. And his head is way too small for his body, but his cheeks push on his eyes, so he always looks like he is scowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being fat isn't just what makes him cute, this tabby has got personality. He looks at you with his scowl and you know he is thinking 'could you get any stupider?'. Or, when he isn't facing you, and you say something to him, he won't bother turning his head to hear you, or look at you, he'll just rotate his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also really good at telling you what he wants. When is hungry he has a meow that sort of sounds like a bird chirp, like 'bbrrrrrpp'! Then he'll race you up the stairs, and jump on the food tin. When he wants water, he'll either follow you into the bathroom, then lay in the sink/tub. Or, he'll go to the dining room table and, ever so smoothly, right when you're looking, knock over a glass of water. It pisses you off, but gets the point across. When he wants to be petted, if you are standing up he will rub up against your leg, back and forth. If you are sitting down, he'll go right under your hand, or just sit right on your chest, stare you in the face, and meow.... sometimes he'll even lick your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff he likes to do is lay in, on, or under cardboard/plastic boxes. Like, if we are playing a boardgame on the table, he will come up and lay himself right in the middle, toppling over all of the pieces! Or there will just be some random box and he will be huddled up in the corner of it, nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are really cute stories that really make him awesome though. Like when he is in the kitchen, and he gets scared so he pulls out his claws, then he gets very scared, so he tries to run away, but he doesn't get anywhere because his nails are out, so he is basically running in place (like the cartoons where they have to charge up their run and can't go forward!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the one where we drag around a laser light on the ground and he chases it thinking it is a bug or something. It lasts forever because he never figures it out that it is just a light, even when he looks up at us and sees us holding the laser. It is especially fun to shine it on the wall and make him jump for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have this big cookie-monster floatie. And for some reason whenever Sherlock saw it his eyes would get big, then he'd freeze up, then run all around the house. Now, this was a long time ago, and I regret saying that I used to chase him all around the house, but, it was pretty funny. Maybe he popped it and ripped it up, and that's why we don't have it anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick, funny one is that he was lying in this plastic bag one time and somehow got his head stuck in the handle, and ran around trying to get it off-it looked like a cape the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of his nick-names are: tubby tabby, Sher, Sherlie, Lock of the Sher, fat cat, turkey legs, scowlooorrr, and My Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I like to make fun of him, but I do love him dearly! It is always nice to, every time we come home, see him waiting at the front door or on the front porch. He is my god of bras, and a kitty of many wonders!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*These are referencs from some songs I made up when I was bored. The first one goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock&lt;br /&gt;God of bras&lt;br /&gt;Gi-i-i-ive me a new bra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cheese Whiz&lt;br /&gt;Goddess of panties&lt;br /&gt;Gi-i-i-ive me no more panties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next one goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock is a kitty&lt;br /&gt;A kitty of many wonders&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock is a kitty&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to boogie down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock is a kitty&lt;br /&gt;A kitty of many wonders&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock is a kitty&lt;br /&gt;He always knows when to meow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7299709452239429856?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7299709452239429856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7299709452239429856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7299709452239429856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7299709452239429856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/04/sherlock.html' title='Sherlock'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-3332610512312377688</id><published>2007-03-30T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T17:32:01.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>food that goes good together</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but carbs go really well with cheese! Like macaroni and cheese. Grilled cheese. Rice and cheese. Nachos and cheese. Potatos and cheese. All carbs are just amazing with cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I've noticed is that sweets go really well with salty stuff. French fries dipped in vanilla ice-cream. Chocolate covered pretzels. Chips and m-n-m's. It's all just so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share some fun, random, useless observations about food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-3332610512312377688?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3332610512312377688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=3332610512312377688&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3332610512312377688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/3332610512312377688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/03/food-that-goes-good-together.html' title='food that goes good together'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-1268899463194318131</id><published>2007-03-25T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:19:04.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel</title><content type='html'>So, those of you who are wondering, this is how I feel about Canada (also, so I don't have to get asked this all of the time!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard that we might be moving to Canada, I got really psyched. I thought 'This will be awesome I can start a whole new reputation, have a great place to practice my french, and live in a whole new city. An actual city. With beaches. It'll be such a change, a good change, I love change!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom started telling me all about the place and how diverse and artsy it is, all the cool people, places, and things (and ideas, I guess)!!! Nova Scotia, New Scotland, that means hot scottish guys with hot scottish accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whenever I would tell someone that I might be moving (again) they would get really sad, or angry, and wouldn't let me tell them how cool it was. I guess I didn't realize how much my friends would miss me. I guess I didn't realize how much I would miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of freaking myself out because I haven't really cried about this yet. I mean I can think about it long and hard but I just can't bring myself to tears. I did listen to the song "Leaving On A Jet Plane" and get a little choked up, but that's it! My very wise friend, Palendrome, said I probably haven't cried yet because I'm not physically saying goodbye to everyone. I know that when I do have to, especially to individuals I've known since pre-school (or dated), I will be bawling my eyes out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still really looking forward to moving though, my family talks about it all the time so I guess it has sunk in already. Still doesn't feel like three months away though. The crappy part is that we have to list everything we're taking, every little crumb. And that we won't even get to see the house before we move into it. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum up, I'm still excited out of my pants to go, but it will kill me to leave the people here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-1268899463194318131?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/1268899463194318131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=1268899463194318131&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1268899463194318131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/1268899463194318131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-i-feel.html' title='How I Feel'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5058378895385918709.post-7484037283946262214</id><published>2007-03-24T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:02:46.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>about as creative as a brick can get</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The first day of Art class, teacher places a brick on the table and says to make a good size list of the many uses of a brick... and be creative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-emery board                                  -table leg lifter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-paper weight                                 -anchor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-pestle                                           -coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-mortar                                          -weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-hammer                                        -skillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-paint palette                                 -sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-clothes iron                                   -sharpener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-digger                                          -door stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-pendulum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I labeled my paper 'Creative Brick' and it stuck with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then I started a book about my random trains-of-thoughts, it was called Creative Brick. Some of the chapters were Personality, Door, Water Jugs, Indian Food, and Judging People. There's more where that comes from, and I'll probably just convert it into my blog posts!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5058378895385918709-7484037283946262214?l=creativebrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/feeds/7484037283946262214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5058378895385918709&amp;postID=7484037283946262214&amp;isPopup=true' title='85 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7484037283946262214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5058378895385918709/posts/default/7484037283946262214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creativebrick.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-as-creative-as-brick-can-get.html' title='about as creative as a brick can get'/><author><name>Rake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11044203654855091702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-whiskersmetimbers29.jpg&amp;version=4'/></author><thr:total>85</thr:total></entry></feed>
