<?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-1597293349395426978</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:57:45.965-07:00</updated><category term='Waterfalls'/><category term='Clubbing'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='BBQ'/><category term='Hiking'/><category term='New Blog'/><category term='Painting'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Of A Dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-5678635647965315866</id><published>2010-02-18T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:05:37.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when things were getting good.</title><content type='html'>I wish the world could understand how difficult it is to be a girl. The world is against me. I believe I am a pretty decent fucking person. Yet this ridiculousness keeps coming up. I wish I could change the past but I cant. You did what you did. At this point all I can do is either say "Fuck you, you fucking prick, you lied and disrespected me." OR I can choose to stay,accept your apology, and move on. I choose the second. Not because I fully forgive you (there is plenty of anger and unhappiness inside) but because I love you. I think we've got a shot as something really great here. I believe that things will one day go back to the way they were. You broke my heart. But lucky for you I see myself as a strong enough person to pick up the pieces and put us back together. You say you don't deserve me. Your right, you don't. But now is your time to prove that maybe one day you will. If I'm your light, prove it. You tell me trust is your biggest issue, hypocrite. You lied to me and withheld information. I always told you I would earn your trust with my actions and words. I never questioned yours until now. &lt;br /&gt;I was reminded recently of the story of the scorpion and the frog. Please dont be that scorpion, but if you are, atleast we're going down together. Being angry and in love with someone all at the same time is on of the most stressful things. I want to say mean things to you and hurt you, but alas my heart does not allow it. &lt;br /&gt;I love you and we'll fix this, but Im going to need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.joanvicentcanto.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/brokenheart-jvcanto.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-5678635647965315866?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5678635647965315866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=5678635647965315866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/5678635647965315866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/5678635647965315866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-when-things-were-getting-good.html' title='Just when things were getting good.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-5293799530244642142</id><published>2010-01-30T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:05:35.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs166.snc3/19343_308722626112_501061112_5151622_4651217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at home on a Saturday, snowed in. Terrible. I absolutely despise the snow. No good comes from it at all. Well atleast not in my eyes. I should probably be taking advantage of this day being productive. But when I looks outside its just dark and depressing. This in turn makes me tired and lack any sort of motivation. Please just stop snowing. I feel like thats not too much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Life is going good. Nothing to interesting or crazy going on. I basically spend my time working and being around the people I care about. I cant really complain about anything. So I wonder why I constantly and sitting around waiting for something. What am I waiting for? How long till I find it? Should I be looking? Change is in order. And I cant sit around waiting for change to come to me. I wish I could find a job I truely enjoy that allows me to live comfortably. Unless I go back to school, I dont see that happening. School........Expensive....Confusing...Necessary. Id like to go back but I have no idea how I would pay for it. Which brings me to money. The root of all evil in life. Money ruines lives, relationships, and the world. If the devil were to take a physical form it would be a large amount of money. Evil isnt hell,satan, or demons. Evil is money, greed, power, lust, jealousy and revenge. Things I feel we see all to often in this life. But enough ranting about that. &lt;br /&gt;Looking threw this blog and ones Ive kept before this one would think I am a negative person who is unhappy. Thats just not true. I consider myself to be a very happy person. I just use my blogs and journals as an outlet to vent. I mean it has be healthier than taking this anger out on others. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm......I believe this is all I have today. Lets see how long it takes for me to update this again. &lt;br /&gt;Side note: Ive got something to say....and I believe its true....but is it too soon?&lt;br /&gt;Ill hold on to this for a little while longer. Feel out the situation a little more.&lt;br /&gt;By the way the picture at top I thought it was cute. Oh my little monster Frankenstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-5293799530244642142?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5293799530244642142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=5293799530244642142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/5293799530244642142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/5293799530244642142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2010/01/saturday-night-lights.html' title='Saturday Night Lights'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-2217751839993200605</id><published>2009-11-24T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:59:49.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The importance of caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15440_228782246112_501061112_4699005_883644_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs107.snc3/15440_228782246112_501061112_4699005_883644_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im re-reading The Great Gatsby and I can say I have a much better appreciation for it now these six years later. I dont think I really cared too much for it in high school or really had the patience for it. Now I enjoy the depth that Fitzgerald went into when describing everything. With age comes patience and understanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, Friendsgiving was a complete success and probably one of the best nights in my year. One really cant ask for more than good food, good people, good booze, and good conversation. Met a few new people, very nice. I find myself not having as much trouble introducing myself to new people in social situations. I used to be that person who only spoke to the people I knew or no one if I didnt know anyone. Atleast that is one good thing that has come from growing up. I did end up spending the night in Richmond that evening. Between the enire bottle of wine I consumed and the turkey I was spent by 10:30. Ah the joys of being a 6o year old woman stuck in a 23 year olds body. The joy of sleep. Dont get me wrong though, I suffer from my fair share of insomnia. I find it quite annoying and would like to knick that one in the butt as soon as possible. Sleeping pills are no good. They make me feel disoriented the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I was surrounded by a lot of nice people on Sunday only a handful of them I could honestly say are close friends. I do enjoy the company of all of them, but I am in need of more people to hang out with here in Fredericksburg. Joanna cant really go out with the baby and I really cant expect Mike to hang out with me every night. Even if thats how I feel it should be. I need someone who wants to just come over and sit around and talk with me, have a few drinks, and maybe even watch a movie or two. What Im saying is I need a best friend who can always be there. Someone who doesnt have the responsibility of anther person, someone who needs a guys night or is unwilling to open up to me, someone who doesnt go to school an hour away. I need a partner in crime. In Utah I had plenty of those. I had Christina, Katie, and Brenna. They were always around just to be there. I hate being alone. I find it annoying and sad. Being alone with my own thoughts depresses me and makes me feel like there isnt really one person who needs me. I think maybe thats what Im looking for. Someone who truely needs me and doesnt mind spending every day with me. Hmmm I guess Ill just keep looking. But if you are someone who is interested in spending lots of quality time with me, going on walks, talking all night, and not betraying me let me know. Id prefer a female, I find them much easier to talk to. When I say that Im looking for someone I dont mean sexually in anyway. I just need someone to sit and talk with me. Perhaps I should just hire a shrink. Haha. Ok well enough of this glum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-2217751839993200605?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2217751839993200605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=2217751839993200605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/2217751839993200605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/2217751839993200605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/importance-of-caring.html' title='The importance of caring'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-3882106232174239206</id><published>2009-11-22T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:28:59.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendsgiving</title><content type='html'>Friendsgiving is today! Yay! I am currently getting ready. Then I will go buy food, clean my car, wait for michael, and then drive down to richmond for the festivities. Ill try to take lots of pictures. Mmmmmm Food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-3882106232174239206?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3882106232174239206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=3882106232174239206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/3882106232174239206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/3882106232174239206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/friendsgiving.html' title='Friendsgiving'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-2968801398193629546</id><published>2009-11-20T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:31:30.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 11:20 am and I am just waking up. Long night last nite. Im not very excited I have work at 1 and work tom (sat) from 10 to 615. Laaaaame. What i am excited for is buying a dress tom after work and Friendsgiving on Sunday. What could be better than food, booze, and good company. Unfortunately I have no idea what to bring food wise. Poop. I was going to bring green bean cassarole but that as already been taken. Perhaps Ill make more? You can never have too much and I do love the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Dont forget the table you said you would bring down.&lt;br /&gt;On another note sometimes I feel like I dont know where my head is these days. I think i need to start making some better decisions so that I dont end up doing something really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Lately Ive been thinking about a few people that havent been in my life for a while. People who werent even in my life for very long. But I miss them and wonder what are they doing now? Are they happy? Hmm who knows. I hope I do run into them later on in life. Though I have realized when I run into people from  my past its usually people I dont care to see. Thanks world.&lt;br /&gt;My puppy Frankie is in his chewing phase and bones just dont seem to be enough these days. I need some of that bitter apple spray so he doesnt chew anything big, important, or expensive. I think I need to buy him some new toys as well. He seems a little bored with the ones he has.&lt;br /&gt;Ok well its time for me to jump in the shower so I can face the working world not smelling like a homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, yea you I wanna hang out tonight. Im in need of some affection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-2968801398193629546?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2968801398193629546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=2968801398193629546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/2968801398193629546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/2968801398193629546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-1120-am-and-i-am-just-waking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-5482967967178777521</id><published>2009-11-18T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:36:45.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friend</title><content type='html'>Well where to I begin.....its been 10 months since Ive even looked at this blog. Everything here seems like it was just yesterday looking back on it too.&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed in the past 10 months. Things Ill discuss and things that Ill just keep in my closet of skeletons. So let me begin where I left off......&lt;br /&gt;The drive back to Virginia was fantastic. I felt like I was on tour and I was the main attraction. Colorado was absolutely beautiful. Definately on my list of places to live. Hanging out with Daryl was actually much more fun than I expected it to be. I was slightly dissapointed that I smoked while I was out there. But hey I was on tour and you do things you normally wouldnt do right?&lt;br /&gt;Texas. Oh my Texas. My time with Brenna was short but amazing. It always is. I dont even know how to describe how much I enjoy being around her and who I am around her. She makes me want to be a better person and I honestly think I am around her. In my opinion true love in my life has come in her form. Too bad Im not a lesbian or I would be set for life there. ; )&lt;br /&gt;South Carolina......by the time I got there I had aquired a nasty cold. But I fought threw it and enjoyed myself. Katie my dear I dunno what it is but whenever the two of us get together trouble just seems to follow. I did get a flat tire in SC....lame. But needless to say after a few days rest there I continued my journey onto good ol Virginia. To my home.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly really did enjoy my adventure driving back home. But being home....there was no greater feeling. When I got home I was at a crossroads in my life and was needing to make some very difficult decisions. Life altering decisions. In the end I believe I made the ones that were right for me. Dont get me wrong Ive had some times where I knew had I kept things the way they were my life would have been easier....but I wouldnt have been happy or living my own life.&lt;br /&gt;The last 9 months since I have been home have been interesting to say the least. The friendships I expected to be so strong when I got home just arent holding up to the test of time as I had hoped. But on the flip side Ive brought some new people into my life that are doing me just fine. Dont get me wrong I still love all of my friends old and new. Just as we get older I feel like our personalities are growing apart and we're just not in the same place anymore.&lt;br /&gt;As for where I am today. Im happy. I have my downs.....but I work threw them. This year has been a rollercoaster so Im just ready to get off and start a new year. There are a lot of personal things Ive had to work threw and that Im still working threw. I enjoyed my life in Utah (most of it), but I dont ever want to be that person again. I will never allow myself to be that person again. I will never allow someone else to make decisions for me. My life there literally took away a piece of me Ill never get back. I just hoping I can be as good a person as I can and fill that hole one day. Im not perfect. No one is. But ill keep my demons to myself.&lt;br /&gt;But back to now. I work, I spend time with my friends, and I am truely starting to feel like myself again. I like who im starting be, this is the path I want to be on. Now lets hope I dont screw this up too.&lt;br /&gt;I believe this will be it for now. I promise future post wont be this serious or depressing....well Ill try for them not to be. Hopefully it wont be another 10 months before I update this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-5482967967178777521?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5482967967178777521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=5482967967178777521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/5482967967178777521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/5482967967178777521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-friend.html' title='Old Friend'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-4555903859580840128</id><published>2009-01-18T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T11:13:41.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again</title><content type='html'>So I like how I said I would keep up with this BUT as usual I didnt. I think its been about six months since my last update. Owell. Big chages are coming. Tomorrow morning I start driving back to VA for 5 months. Wa-hoo! Yes Virginia Ill be home in about a week. Ive got some stops to make. First in Colorado to stay with Daryl for a night (thank you very much, couldnt have made it to TX in one day) Than from CO to TX to see my wonderful wonderful Brenna. I miss her freakin face soo much. So ill be in Dallas for a few days. Than from there to SC to see my Katie Lady. Finally onward HOME! Ill be staying with my mom in Stafford. So if anyone wants to hang out. HIT ME UP!&lt;br /&gt;Ive already got a job at the GameStop in Stafford Marketplace so Im pretty happy about that too. I hate job hunting. Fucking lame.&lt;br /&gt;Now let me backtrack a little bit and let you all know my holidays were pretty great. Christmas and Thanksgiving I got to spend with some of my closest friends here. And katie made a bombass Green bean cassarole for TDay. I tried to make one for christmas but it just looked and tasted like vomit. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;New Years was amazing too. I spent it with mostly GameStop people. We went to the West Valley Managers house. As usual there was no disappointment in the night. For some reason I looked like a Jewish girl that night. Darn my big nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Utah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_ab8d9e56d3c04c53b4ac2771bd61b816.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Utah/l_ab8d9e56d3c04c53b4ac2771bd61b816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what else am I forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Christina and I have officially joined the Twihard crowd. We read all the books, went to the midnight movie release, and saw the movie in theaters like 3 or 4 times now. I am always willing to see it again. March 21st its on DVD. Woo-hoo! Now heres where I get a little nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;F Jacob Black most annoying character in the books. Edwards great BUT Jasper is better. GO TEAM JASPER! I loved who they picked to play James in the movie Cam Gigandet. Seriously one of the sexiest men alive, and I dont usually like blondes. Ok Im done nerding out. But yea if u havent seen it. Give it a chance you might actually like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Random/?action=view&amp;amp;current=89EdwardAliceandJazz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 399px; HEIGHT: 592px" height="1003" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Random/89EdwardAliceandJazz.jpg" width="593" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Im way stoked on the next Harry Potter moving. Christina and I just watched all the other movies this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-4555903859580840128?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4555903859580840128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=4555903859580840128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/4555903859580840128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/4555903859580840128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Utah/th_l_ab8d9e56d3c04c53b4ac2771bd61b816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-1276507463674196592</id><published>2008-08-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T13:12:53.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Japanese.</title><content type='html'>Going threw a bunch of my old photos I found this one of myself. I always thought the only time I ever looked asian was when i did my makeup a certain way. Gah clearly I was wrong....even makeupless I look asian. Perhaps my father isnt who my mom says he is...heh yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Collins010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Collins010.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-1276507463674196592?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1276507463674196592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=1276507463674196592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/1276507463674196592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/1276507463674196592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2008/08/turning-japanese.html' title='Turning Japanese.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-4933071501615492853</id><published>2008-07-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:22:24.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect</title><content type='html'>Im so stoked I just bought Brand News Deje Entendu on Vinyl. This thing was like $40 on ebay. Screw that I only payed $8 after my discount at Graywhale.&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Perfect Perfect Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1509.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1509.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be listening to this for the rest of the day. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-4933071501615492853?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4933071501615492853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=4933071501615492853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/4933071501615492853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/4933071501615492853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect.html' title='Perfect'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-9047289325878305786</id><published>2008-07-25T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T09:29:06.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change In Plans.</title><content type='html'>Well I havent updated in quite a while and a lot has happened. So where should I begin?&lt;br /&gt;Went to go see the Dark Knight but only got to see half the movie since Jason and I needed to deal with a family emergency. Its just a movie Ill get to see the final half later.&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Jason took me and a few friends hiking to a random cabin in the woods. The cabin was really cool the hike up just was horrible. It was up a mountain 3 miles in 97 degree heat. We saw a bear and I almost got bitten by a rattle snake. Um yea not exactly good times going up. But like I said the cabin was very cool. I guess its like some random 150 year old hunting cabin that people just stay in. I will admit it was very creepy to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1387.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1387.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture from a different time I went hiking and was happy with it. I didnt take any pictures going up this last time because it was miserable. So I thought Id end the hiking portion with a little positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasons brother Josh has officially moved in with us. That was a whole thing in its own. But for privacy reasons I wont go into details on that one. It'll be interesting to see how all this goes. I have a full house now. Me, Jason, Josh, two dogs, one cat, and Jasons mom is visiting right now.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy arrives in Utah on August 4th. YAY!!! This should be fun. We're gonna try and go down to Phoenix for a few days and chill. Im so stoked to float the Salt River its one of my favorite things to do every year.&lt;br /&gt;Work tonight. Ill be there till midnight probably for the Gears Of War Tournament. Im pretty sure Ill be changing stores in the next week or two. Promotions are cool and so is more money!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-9047289325878305786?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/9047289325878305786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=9047289325878305786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/9047289325878305786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/9047289325878305786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2008/07/change-in-plans.html' title='A Change In Plans.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-2322818896037305726</id><published>2008-07-16T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:30:46.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboys &amp; Indians.</title><content type='html'>The part on Saturday was a blast. There was plenty of chaos for my liking. I definately caught two people from the party having sex in the neighbors yard. It was hilarious! Called a girl out on being a slut...got sad that people look at her that way (said she wasnt), and turns out she hooked up with 3 guys that night....hhhmm yea, no. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the night. Considering I made my costume in about 25 min I was very impressed with the way it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1403.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1439.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1463.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1463.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1471.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1471.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_1475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/IMG_1475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the guns were water guns so there was definately a war going on all night between the cowboys and indians.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was an ok day. I went to work, which was very slow, came home and relaxed. Just been working all week mostly. Saturday and Sunday I have off work so Jason and I are going hiking/camping with some friends. We go 3 miles up into the mountains and are staying at some random cabin in the middle of the woods.....so yea if we dont come back down u know why. This place is seriously set up to be a total slasher flick. gah. We're leaving at like 8 am cause the hike will suck balls if we leave any later. It gets way f'in hot up there.&lt;br /&gt;Guess thats it for now. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-2322818896037305726?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2322818896037305726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=2322818896037305726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/2322818896037305726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/2322818896037305726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2008/07/cowboys-indians.html' title='Cowboys &amp; Indians.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-9141014038914615033</id><published>2008-07-11T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:39:20.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boring Week.</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty uneventful so far. Ive really just woken up, gone to work, came home, and watched some Buffy. heh yea Im totally watching season 3. Well I was until I finished it this morning. Call it lame if u like but I used to and still love that show.&lt;br /&gt;Its 1:30 in the afternoon and I just got outta the shower. My plans are to drive Jason to work around 3 and than go costume shopping for the Cowboys &amp;amp; Indians Party on Sat. Im still deciding which I should be. I think I would make a cuter Indian. BUT I think it would be cheaper to be a Cowgirl. The Indian costume I would also have to make......but Ill probably like it more than.&lt;br /&gt;Got some lottery tickets for my birthday that I need to check and see if I won. That would be pretty effin sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I have next weekend off so I think Im going to have a yard sale Saturday morning and than go camping Saturday night with Jason. Which should be fun. It just means A LOT of hiking. Ok well since my week was pretty lame I dont really have anything else to write. Update Sunday with pictures from Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-9141014038914615033?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/9141014038914615033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=9141014038914615033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/9141014038914615033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/9141014038914615033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-boring-week.html' title='My Boring Week.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-7260326002831387074</id><published>2008-07-07T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:27:10.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterfalls'/><title type='text'>What A Weekend.</title><content type='html'>So my weekend ended up being way more fun than I had expected. The BBQ on Saturday was a blast. I had the people I wanted most there. (Minus Kimmy) and Jason and a bunch of friends over too. I was most happy though about my girls being there. With our work schedules and what not we never seem to have time to all get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BBQ.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/BBQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made some food, played some drinking games, and watched the fights. Which I was very very happy about my boy Forest winning. He's probably the 2nd hottest guy in the UFC to me. No one can top George St. Pierre. Oh my Canadian eye candy. After the fights some of my friends had gone home, at this point it was mostly Jasons friends at the house. So I decided to go with my friend Drew to a gay club in SLC. I think it was called Babylon. Maybe....I dont remember. Well it was my first time to a gay club but seriously I had the time of my life. I met some of Drews friends, which one in particular I could not stand. Either way I basically just hung out and danced all night. I eventually ended up dancing on the main stage with one of Drews friends Collin or something like that. Im not that shy of a person so it was an experience to say the least. After the club I was exhausted so they drove me home and I passed out. mm I love sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sundays was an adventure as well. We woke up terribly late though. I think around like 2:30pm. Well we got up cleaned up the house from the night before. Which it was a wreck but surprisingly I got in clean up mode and it was spotless in like an hour. After cleaning up Jason and I decided to go with out friends Katie and Jason R. for a hike. We decided to take the dogs to get them some well needed excercise. It was an awsome hike, it led up to a waterfall. In total it was a 3 mile hike, with an elevation of 1500 ft. Its supposed to take you about two hours to get to the top...we did in like an hour and a half. I was actually impressed with out time, I thought it would take us longer especially with the dogs. Kairi (my lil dog) did really well climbing the rocky areas considering her size. The waterfall was absolutely beautiful and so was the view of Ogden from there.&lt;br /&gt;Girls cooling off in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BBQ2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/BBQ2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy To Be Hiking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Utah/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BBQ3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Utah/BBQ3.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BBQ5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/BBQ5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and The Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BBQ4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/BBQ4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The View Of Ogden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BBQ6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/BBQ6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess thats it for now. Kinda a long blog this time sorry. Work today at 4:30pm. Cowboys &amp;amp; Indians Party on Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-7260326002831387074?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7260326002831387074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=7260326002831387074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/7260326002831387074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/7260326002831387074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-weekend.html' title='What A Weekend.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/Utah/th_BBQ3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1597293349395426978.post-8252705969690882288</id><published>2008-07-04T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:59:40.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Blog'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning.</title><content type='html'>My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt; I never kept up with. Maybe if I change to something different it was inspire me to write more about my life. Either way, we'll have to see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;If for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; reason you'd like to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt; of the past few years here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mooglesmoogle.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://mooglesmoogle.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really matter either way.&lt;br /&gt;I turned 22 on the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; that old now. I still feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; 16 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; still act like it. Turning 22 inspired me to cut my hair. It always makes me look older when I cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Ive started painting again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt; it feels like forever since Ive picked up a paint brush. It feels really good to have a creative outlet again. I just wish something could REALLY inspire me to start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; again. During late November &amp;amp; December of last year I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; bitten by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; bug again. Sadly though what made me want to write is no longer in my life. Dont know if it ever will be again. Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;So heres a few things I've done as of lately:&lt;br /&gt;This first one I was just goofing around really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/P1010163.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Owls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/P1010162.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/P1010161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up on all of them but just minor things. Owell....like I said its been a while. This is what Id really like to do a painting of one day....I just dont think I have the talent for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P1010149.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b70/glorslyvexed/P1010149.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is enough for my first blog. Hopefully Ill keep up and write some more tomorrow. Acutally probably not till Sunday. Lots going on tomorrow. I'm having a birthday BBQ at my house which should be result in some interesting and memorable moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1597293349395426978-8252705969690882288?l=mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8252705969690882288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1597293349395426978&amp;postID=8252705969690882288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/8252705969690882288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1597293349395426978/posts/default/8252705969690882288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymakeuponyourpillowcase.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09283261615818588399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_NQoYdv_o2Bw/SG7ksLkKm3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/R-DWbXfPm5M/S220/hookah5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
