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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6443270364814085339</id><published>2009-05-20T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:37:19.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back?</title><content type='html'>i couldnt stay away from blogger. &lt;br /&gt;i missed you guys! lol&lt;br /&gt;im considering coming back but its not for sure.&lt;br /&gt;less than a week at home and less than 2 weeks till summer school and my apt with WIRELESS internet!!!!&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone's finals are going / have gone well and that summer 2009 will be one to remember!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6443270364814085339?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4400588246396667283</id><published>2009-04-07T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T19:00:56.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye.</title><content type='html'>i'm leaving blogger.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still gonna blog, just not at msellay.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;email me @ ms.ellay@vzw.blackberry.net for more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4400588246396667283?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4400588246396667283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-2352529429605771367</id><published>2009-04-02T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:24:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its too early in the morning for this mess...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=54953263"&gt;&amp;quot;Goonette&amp;quot; Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54953263,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=54953263,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no words to say about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-2352529429605771367?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/2352529429605771367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=2352529429605771367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2352529429605771367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2352529429605771367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-too-early-in-morning-for-this-mess.html' title='its too early in the morning for this mess...'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-7654089484121210592</id><published>2009-03-30T18:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:52:57.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>again.</title><content type='html'>this hasn't happened to me in awhile. &lt;br /&gt;actually i remember the last time it happened this way.&lt;br /&gt;it was 2006,&lt;br /&gt;early july.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still not really over THAT.&lt;br /&gt;the internet is the worst way to find out bad news.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this time its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;i brought this upon myself in some way.&lt;br /&gt;just hope that karma pays me back for this.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to be depressed again.&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, today wasn't a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need some ice cream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-7654089484121210592?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/7654089484121210592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=7654089484121210592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7654089484121210592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7654089484121210592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/again.html' title='again.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3086566241041026395</id><published>2009-03-29T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:45:47.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm me! who are you?</title><content type='html'>reflecting on the past few months i've come to realize that i've unconsciously been untrue to myself. i've been trying to stop cussing, tried to pretty much go back to the way i was when i was younger. but that's the point, i'm not a little girl. i say bad words, a lot. im not saying that i curse in church or around children, but sometimes nothing seems to get my thoughts across like a few curse words mixed in (ex. un-f***ing-believable). plus all my hype songs have curse words in it...have you ever heard the edited version of jay-z's ignorant sh*t? it sounds horrible. epic fail. &lt;br /&gt;that's just an example of the ways i've been trying to censor myself. &lt;br /&gt;the sad part is i've been altering my own wants and needs for years based on who i'm around, who i like, etc. &lt;br /&gt;i mean its not always bad to alter a decision because of understanding someone elses view, like the tattoo i've wanted for like 6 years. &lt;br /&gt;i'm terrified of needles but i still want it. &lt;br /&gt;but someone made me rethink getting it ever. because they dont like/ want a tattoo. &lt;br /&gt;they have some valid points, when i'm 50 will i still want this tattoo? but on the other hand, i want it in a place where when i'm 50, nobody will be seeing it (my hip ya nasties) but mayb ill just stick with my piercings and ill rethink it after i get my belly button pierced (whenever i work up the nerve to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to conform to what other people want me to be. &lt;br /&gt;i believe i have enough varied interests to get along with most people without compromising myself.&lt;br /&gt;there are still things i want to learn to do and things i want to learn about, but i know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know yourself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find it sad that so many people compare themselves to others and doubt themselves so much. we need to stop trying to be what we arent. sure i have a million things i could change but i accepted these things early on and moved on. i wanna lose some weight so i work out. i have a sweet tooth so i bake. im cold and lonely so i get a dog. if there is no solution for your problems, stop stressing about it, that only creates more problems.&lt;br /&gt;remember that just because one person doesn't find you smart, or attractive, or interesting, doesen't mean the rest of the world will agree with them. (the same goes for those who arent your cup of tea) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;lets be true to ourselves in 2009, k?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3086566241041026395?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3086566241041026395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3086566241041026395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3086566241041026395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3086566241041026395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-me-who-are-you.html' title='i&apos;m me! who are you?'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4185000795355312103</id><published>2009-03-28T16:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:34:07.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings.</title><content type='html'>i have so much to say and yet i dont feel like saying it.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to feel like im censoring myself on my own blog and i dont wanna do that so im thinking about starting over with a new blog. maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;happy earth day!&lt;br /&gt;i really cant wait to go home in a month. if ur in LA and wanna hang out, hit me up because i always get mad when people flake on me and stop inviting people to chill. &lt;br /&gt;as it is, i plan to spend my brief stay at the beach as much as possible (i got pale!) and i will def spend time with taylor, imelda, brandon, ashley, alisha, and chris. &lt;br /&gt;im a go with the flow kinda person so dont assume im busy if u wanna chill.&lt;br /&gt;as always im supposed to be writing a paper but i cant focus on sociological theory when i have things like twitter, fb, and blogger to distract me. im so glad i got my computer back tho. &lt;br /&gt;well im rambling. ill post something deep when i finally finish this paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4185000795355312103?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4185000795355312103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4185000795355312103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4185000795355312103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4185000795355312103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramblings.html' title='ramblings.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6124280696270972837</id><published>2009-03-16T22:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:04:42.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blog.</title><content type='html'>i kno i dont post all the time.&lt;br /&gt;what i have to say isnt always interesting.&lt;br /&gt;or nice.&lt;br /&gt;or funny.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt always come out right.&lt;br /&gt;or make me look cool.&lt;br /&gt;but this is me.&lt;br /&gt;thats all ive ever been.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im more censored and sometimes im less censored.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes my days are so full that i have no time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;other times my days are so boring, i have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if you followed me expecting something different.&lt;br /&gt;i blog for my benefit and not yours.&lt;br /&gt;i still love you tho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6124280696270972837?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6124280696270972837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6124280696270972837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6124280696270972837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6124280696270972837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog.html' title='blog.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6243508400920604971</id><published>2009-03-16T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:36:04.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updates.</title><content type='html'>its over. &lt;br /&gt;i didnt win. &lt;br /&gt;im not that sad.&lt;br /&gt;i faced my fears and put myself out there and that's more than i can say for most people.&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate everyones words of encouragement and the things people did to help. &lt;br /&gt;even if it makes me sound like a diva or self absorbed, i did it mostly by myself. &lt;br /&gt;of course my family did what they could, my campaign members helped here and there, and of course mariaah was the biggest help of all. &lt;br /&gt;if you want something done you have to do it yourself tho. im not going to be bitter. just honest.&lt;br /&gt;it was a learning experience. it reminded me that it is always especially true that whatever can go wrong will and that when it rains, it pours. &lt;br /&gt;apparently i have an attitude problem. not much i can say about that at this point. &lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a new project. as always im going to work on myself. im going to work on clothing design, school, and prepare for home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first matter of new business is to address an issue that seems to be growing in the community. &lt;br /&gt;luckily i haven't been a victim of this type of crime, but i've heard of it enough to feel the need to address it.&lt;br /&gt;guys (or girls who get down like that, i don't judge), when did it become cool to BITE it? i'm not talking about a nibble....im talking about that full on "nom nom nom" action. again, i have not been a victim of this but i have friends who have and now that i'm aware of it i hear it in songs tout le temps.&lt;br /&gt;i never noticed it or heard of it happening until i moved down hear so mayb its a southern thing. recently i was asked if they could "bite it", i promptly said no (because that is not appealing and i'm celibate). &lt;br /&gt;why would you want to?&lt;br /&gt;who is giving this advice? would you guys like it if we went on a chomping spree? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;didnt think so, so just take my advice.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a public service announcement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6243508400920604971?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6243508400920604971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6243508400920604971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6243508400920604971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6243508400920604971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='updates.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6635746467647558653</id><published>2009-03-06T05:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:50:06.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5am</title><content type='html'>So its 5:30 in the morning (que mariaah singing pretty ricky...) and not only am I awake, I'm also out the house and in the car. This is about to be routine for the rest of the weekend. * but don't you need to be ready for campaign week?* thanx for remembering! Why yes. Campaign week kicks off sunday night. At midnight. Th&lt;br /&gt;at means I will be up and out the house from 4:30am till like 3:00am and &lt;br /&gt;then I have class at 9:20 the next day. Sounds like &lt;br /&gt;fun Rii?...not really. So if I don't blog for the next week, don't be alarmed...yet. If I'm not on twitter either, I may have killed myself. Jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6635746467647558653?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6635746467647558653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6635746467647558653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6635746467647558653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6635746467647558653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/5am.html' title='5am'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8426025699434350174</id><published>2009-03-04T12:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:28:47.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>calm.</title><content type='html'>there is always a brief period during these extremely stressful times when i stop being stressed. {to an extent of course}&lt;br /&gt;with so much going on, how am i supposed to decide what should stress me the most? to prioritize my stress just sounds silly and i refuse to do it so i will just have to brush it all off. im still concerned with everything, but sometimes there is too much thinking and not enough doing. so im not gonna exclusively concentrate on school, or boys, or the campaign, or friends, or any issues with the law i run into. im not gonna censor myself to make you or you or you happy.&lt;br /&gt;this is my blog and i do what i want.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;b&gt; and dont you forget it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i gotta do is stay alive, take care of my dog, and deal with one thing at a time. {mayb two, i like to multitask}&lt;br /&gt;in two weeks i can go back to normal. win or lose life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;but im not gonna change because someone says i should. ive worked hard to get to where i am, and although im not perfect, i like the path im on. &lt;br /&gt;so please dont get in my face with petty things. &lt;br /&gt;if you aint part of the solution, your part of the problem, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8426025699434350174?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8426025699434350174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8426025699434350174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8426025699434350174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8426025699434350174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/calm.html' title='calm.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5979375431492469242</id><published>2009-03-01T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:29:13.721-06:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>i've decided that i'm not gonna wait around for people anymore. im sick of being stood up by friends, associates, dates, etc. i live my life with the knowledge that if you wont do it someone else will and i shouldnt make exceptions for anyone. so if you dont wanna call me, dont. it never takes long to replace you. if you have other plans or dont wanna do something with me, say so. dont waste either one of our time by being passive and acting like you wanna go. it doesnt do either one of us any good and we end up resenting each other. all im asking is that you be as real with me as im trying to be with you. if i feel like this isnt working, i will tell you. and if i dont feel like going to the club with you tonight, i wont lie. so please spare me the same courtesy. im sick of being understanding to people who seem to be understanding to everyone but me. mayb im being paranoid. but experience has taught me that the people who i dont think like me, rarely do. so if u wanna keep me around, prove it. leave the fake in 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5979375431492469242?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5979375431492469242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5979375431492469242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5979375431492469242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5979375431492469242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6641770364434100934</id><published>2009-02-28T02:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T03:11:57.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how can i sleep...</title><content type='html'>a day like today followed by a night like tonight? &lt;br /&gt;so i ran around all day.&lt;br /&gt;had a million unnecessary calls...&lt;br /&gt;decided to go out with my twin...always a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;get to this club....turns out instead of 21+ its more like 40+.&lt;br /&gt;try to get a lemondrop martini...girl suggests a pineapple martini instead...i cant taste any alcohol. try to leave and get harassed by this man with SEVERE HALITOSIS. i mean it was like this man ate poo for dinner. ugh. and he kept talking to us for like 20 mins....we finally leave and go to this kappa party. &lt;br /&gt;the kappa party is so lame. i missed the memo about wearing red/white. people are wearing linen summer white on a rainy day in feb like its alright. patent pleather WHITE boots. pocket sized men. 1 free strong ass long island. and then i find out that the guy i have been letting entertain me is with the biggest slut i kno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome. the sluts win again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally leave. its raining. we decide to call it a night.&lt;br /&gt;i drop off my twin and call B. then i get pulled over and almost get a DUI.&lt;br /&gt;yes. A DUI.&lt;br /&gt;that would make 2 tickets in 4 days, a trip to jail, and no more driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness the lord wouldn't put me thru THAT much in one week and the guy let me off. i was scared out of my mind tho. hope everyone else had an eventful friday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6641770364434100934?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6641770364434100934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6641770364434100934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6641770364434100934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6641770364434100934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-can-i-sleep.html' title='how can i sleep...'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-1667963209481840113</id><published>2009-02-25T22:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:54:22.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>i hate feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;ive exausted myself trying to keep from crying all day.&lt;br /&gt;i hate crying and i refuse to do it.&lt;br /&gt;stress is no fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-1667963209481840113?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/1667963209481840113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=1667963209481840113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/1667963209481840113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/1667963209481840113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3445791082759475373</id><published>2009-02-25T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:42:02.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>murphy's law.</title><content type='html'>of course this has been the month from hell. im so glad its almost over.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going over the entire month of feb and everything that went wrong. the point is, ive had a test or two everyday since last thurs. i wasnt prepared for my tests. my campaign is in less than 2 weeks and im not ready because i cant find antwan hamilton. anyways. i was on my way to take my test last night. it was scheduled for 6.25pm. i was speeding more than usual because i had a lot on my mind and wasnt paying attention. i ended up getting a ticket &amp; court date for may 6th (when i was planning to be home for the summer) because i was going 81 in a 55. super. fail. &lt;br /&gt;because of the ticket, i was late for my test and i forgot everything that was on it. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily when everything goes wrong, GOD lets something go right and since im just THAT awesome i came up with a way to pay for the $145 ticket as well as the class. im not gonna explain that one. all i can say is it aint trickin if u got it.&lt;br /&gt;today started a new slew of issues. but im too tired to deal with them all. just kno that for the next two weeks im gonna be at my breaking point. inspirational blogs will be appreciated. hope all is going well for all my faithful readers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3445791082759475373?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3445791082759475373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3445791082759475373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3445791082759475373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3445791082759475373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/murphys-law.html' title='murphy&apos;s law.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8213353095145386895</id><published>2009-02-21T22:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:00:52.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>so one of my FAV blogs to read is  &lt;a href="http://justlia.tumblr.com/"&gt;just lia&lt;/a&gt;. she has amazing quotes, great links, and she's honest. her blog is one of the first ones i check. so please try to imagine my excitement about a min ago when i notice that she has a link for my blog on her blog! omg! she knows i exist! its like if a celeb had YOUR # stored in their phone. idk im geeked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...haha i'm just being a dork. &lt;br /&gt;is it sad that that just made my day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8213353095145386895?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8213353095145386895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8213353095145386895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8213353095145386895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8213353095145386895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8190942725858850042</id><published>2009-02-21T22:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:49:07.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lets put some perspective on it.</title><content type='html'>i used to have a team. a group of people who i could vent to about my life and come up with the best solution for the situations i always get myself into. there was more than one because, lets be honest i NEVER share all my sides to just ONE person. anyways if one person wasn't right for the situation the other 2 would be. i have enough friends that when one fell off, i could mold someone else to fill the void. generally it was always the one space that was temporary. Brandon and Ashley remain the same and it was that third person who remained in rotation. &lt;br /&gt;somehow i lost that. &lt;br /&gt;i barely talk to ashley or brandon. (nothing happened, just life. i live 3,000 mi away so life happens) the people who have held the temporary position have moved on with their lives and found a new job. &lt;br /&gt;but my life isnt getting less unnecessary. esp with this campaign coming in 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;im freakin out.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor is halfway MIA and i haven't spoken to (or AIMed, or Emailed, or Text) Michael in at least a month. im starting to freak out. &lt;br /&gt;i think thats why i tried to reach out to people i banned myself from contacting.&lt;br /&gt;luckily GOD is looking out for my well being. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person A*&lt;/b&gt; that im not allowed to speak to recently deleted his myspace. im not aware of a FB and not bold or desperate enough for a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person B* &lt;/b&gt; has turned off the text msg ability on their phone. no FB and i kno they dont check their myspace.&lt;br /&gt;that leaves me with...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Person C*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this is probably the one who is best for my well being. they responded to my email. and restored hope and also opened my mind to scary possibilities. i kno im the only person who loves person C as much as i do and i kno that person C has my best interest in mind. they are not materialistic or trying to sleep with me. ive known them my entire life, even if it wasn't as well as i could. still. i gave person A and person B more than one chance and yet person C is rarely ever afforded one chance. they are not bad because of their character, they simply make the wrong choices and deal with the wrong people. if they can survive this, we can come out stronger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names have been changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i had a bunch of tests and my computer wasn't working so sorry i've been MIA. was this on topic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8190942725858850042?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8190942725858850042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8190942725858850042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8190942725858850042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8190942725858850042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/lets-put-some-perspective-on-it.html' title='lets put some perspective on it.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-444201636038430966</id><published>2009-02-15T13:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:37:32.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what a concept.</title><content type='html'>some people are good concepts. yes i meant concepts. they look great on paper and seem to have great attributes to comment on, but the actual application doesn't quite work. on the other hand, there are people who aren't such a great concept. you stumble when trying to come up with some standard good qualities to talk about, and yet they work. &lt;br /&gt;i've been roped into a few concepts in the past.&lt;br /&gt;the guy who had good grades in high school, played sports, nice car, and a good job. he is really a jerk with confusing motives and even more confusing conversation. sure he's cute enough but why settle for cute enough without the personality?&lt;br /&gt;there is the friend who seems to have it all. cute clothes, looks put together, boys chasing after her, and funny. but then you look a little deeper and notice all these traits that dont work in friendship... insecure, jealous of you based off that insecurity, a little crazy, lying, and whoring herself out. its like there was a double life and you didnt kno there was another person under that mask.&lt;br /&gt;am i talking about someone specific? of course. all my insights are based off of experience. but there are more than one experiences coming into play here. &lt;br /&gt;the good thing is, after you get over the concepts, you start to appreciate the people who aren't concepts. those friends who don't seem to have it all together, the guys who are still working on themselves. &lt;br /&gt;too often we are looking for people to fit these concepts that society tells us we need in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;its not that simple. &lt;br /&gt;personally its the quirky ones that make me happiest. its the people who don't pretend to have it all together that i find are the realest. they aren't so concerned with the image they project and instead are concerned with being true to themselves.  the ones who look good on paper are just like paper; 2 dimensional and at the first sign of resistance, they fly away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-444201636038430966?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/444201636038430966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=444201636038430966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/444201636038430966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/444201636038430966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-concept.html' title='what a concept.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3522637634409145823</id><published>2009-02-13T17:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:09:11.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love of my life.</title><content type='html'>so i was chillin at home (enjoying the itis i gave myself from lunch) when i get a random call from my ex. he always seems to call me around holidays...Thanksgiving, Christmas, Valentines day, 4th of July, etc. i'm not a rude person so i humor the conversation. turns out it was worth it. i found my new true love. the NEW 2012 mustang that is supposed to come out. its soooo sexy...here's a pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SZX9G4p6BvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GABIoSNuB9U/s1600-h/2012-ford-mustang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SZX9G4p6BvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GABIoSNuB9U/s200/2012-ford-mustang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302422431027824370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my motivation for good grades. mayb i can convince someone to buy this for me when i graduate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3522637634409145823?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3522637634409145823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3522637634409145823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3522637634409145823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3522637634409145823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-of-my-life.html' title='love of my life.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SZX9G4p6BvI/AAAAAAAAAU4/GABIoSNuB9U/s72-c/2012-ford-mustang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-9075645754558572129</id><published>2009-02-10T23:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:36:27.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines day set</title><content type='html'>here are some essentials for the big day i put together on polyvore when i was bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/valentines_day_necessities/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=6030316"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Valentines day necessities" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl9tSnVGeGpwM1JHUk1VRTFhNlhGZlEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Valentines day necessities" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/valentines_day_necessities/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=6030316"&gt;Valentines day necessities&lt;/a&gt; - by &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=511279"&gt;ms_ellay&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-9075645754558572129?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/9075645754558572129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=9075645754558572129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/9075645754558572129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/9075645754558572129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-set.html' title='valentines day set'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8889984367120390185</id><published>2009-02-10T22:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:25:51.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sappy ish.</title><content type='html'>i miss being honest with you. i hate that i can't be 100% honest with just anyone and i can't talk to you anymore. i kno i'm a big girl and can get thru these things all by myself, but for once its about what i want. and deep down i want you. i hope you read this. if not, im just happy i got it out in the universe. thats what a blog is for right?&lt;br /&gt;besides, im allowed to be a sap this close to valentines day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8889984367120390185?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8889984367120390185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8889984367120390185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8889984367120390185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8889984367120390185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/sappy-ish.html' title='sappy ish.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-465847873881091015</id><published>2009-02-10T17:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:23:16.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SZIMNWCMNII/AAAAAAAAAUw/TjJ1d5e2uGk/s1600-h/DSC00372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SZIMNWCMNII/AAAAAAAAAUw/TjJ1d5e2uGk/s200/DSC00372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301313134761096322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay ur finally 20! &lt;br /&gt;hpe ur out having fun on ur birthday! (really hope u didnt actually forget ur birthday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure most of you guys are friends with C.Jervis so don't forget to hit him up and tell him Happy Birthday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-465847873881091015?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/465847873881091015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=465847873881091015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/465847873881091015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/465847873881091015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-chris.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRIS!!!'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SZIMNWCMNII/AAAAAAAAAUw/TjJ1d5e2uGk/s72-c/DSC00372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-547705199715705575</id><published>2009-02-08T13:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:48:18.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love.</title><content type='html'>although i don't have a valentine (since Erin doesn't wanna b my valentine) i still love the holiday. i really just like all holidays. i love to celebrate. boys are stupid but it doesn't mean that with some guidance they cant be good for something on this holiday. so remember boys, it really is the thought that counts. balloons, flowers, cards, candy. all of these simple cheap things can brighten someones valentines day. who knows, you might get lucky with the right combo/girl. for those of you who aren't going to give into the holiday, there will be plenty of things for anti-valentines day people. and for those of you who are alone but still want to be all sentimental, round up your single friends and have a movie night with snacks and desserts! i don't kno what i'm gonna get into for valentines day, but i'm young, single, and its on the weekend so anything is possible. eh now i'm rambling like always so i better do some work. happy Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-7714546743631005384</id><published>2009-02-08T10:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:03:35.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>impatient.</title><content type='html'>i don't kno about anyone else but one of my biggest pet peeves is when people are flakes. it really pisses me off. i may be late, but i always go to the places i say i will. i don't understand why people make plans and then don't even consider letting someone kno that they changed their mind. its an issue. its happening way to often and it needs to be addressed. i'm not talking about saying you're going to a party, i mean those one on one meetings and outings with friends that you just never show up for. all of a sudden you forgot how to answer the phone and cant be reached while that person is waiting on you. i understand that we all have emergencies, we lose phones, and situations arise where we cant be where we need to, but if this is something you are doing on a regular basis, mayb you should think about why you keep doing it. because the people you leave waiting for no good reason wont wait forever, soon you wont be invited because they figure you will just not show up...the point is don't think you're irreplaceable. because i have replaced too many people to kno that you aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-7714546743631005384?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/7714546743631005384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=7714546743631005384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7714546743631005384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7714546743631005384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/impatient.html' title='impatient.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4020519500278933333</id><published>2009-02-05T16:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:15:48.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry.</title><content type='html'>i kno i should post more often but im not much of a writer. &lt;br /&gt;i always have random moments in conversation when i say (usually to myself), "im gonna blog about this" and then by the time i get home, i forgot what i wanted to say. or i have lots of random things i wanna talk about and i never kno where to start so i just read other blogs and forget to post. so for those of you other bloggers/readers who check in from time to time to see if i posted anything meaningful, sorry. i always have a million thoughts running thru my mind and cant pick one to write about.... thats why a lot of my posts are so late, i cant ever sleep cause i think too much. antyways...if you have any random topics you wanna kno my opinion on, just ask cause i love to talk about random stuff. &lt;br /&gt;btw thanx for the get well comments! im feeling better! yay! now i just gotta work on my campaign...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4020519500278933333?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4020519500278933333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4020519500278933333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4020519500278933333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4020519500278933333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4587688784322774888</id><published>2009-01-31T12:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:18:10.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blame it on the....Nyquil &amp; Tylenol</title><content type='html'>i hate being sick. &lt;br /&gt;my brain is cloudy and i can barely type. &lt;br /&gt;its taking to long to make this post make sense.&lt;br /&gt;turning my attn back to the easy to comphrehend cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;g'nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4587688784322774888?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4587688784322774888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4587688784322774888' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4587688784322774888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4587688784322774888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/blame-it-on-thenyquil-tylenol.html' title='blame it on the....Nyquil &amp; Tylenol'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-1063809292245530864</id><published>2009-01-27T22:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:29:38.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>im stressed out and its only tues!&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if you hit me up (jervis) and i dont respond, ive lost the energy for common conversation, plus ive been either in class or doing school related things till 9 pm for the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;between having a broken shower, attempting to start a club, trying (not hard enough apparently) to get my campaign together, awkward moments in my own place of residence, papers, reading, &amp; other random homework, and a lack of communication with the people i rely on to keep me sane has ran me pretty low. &lt;br /&gt;i will survive, but i might not be so nice during this transition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the motto for right now is:&lt;br /&gt;"it will all be alright in the end. if its not alright, then its not the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants to help (i.e. do some brainstorming for my campaign, send money for it, help me with my homework, etc. etc.) i promise i won't oppose you lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-1063809292245530864?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/1063809292245530864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=1063809292245530864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/1063809292245530864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/1063809292245530864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhhhh.html' title='ahhhhhh!'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3637156806043195856</id><published>2009-01-20T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:58:25.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i dare you....</title><content type='html'>try one of these next time you get in the elevator....&lt;br /&gt;1) When there’s only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the&lt;br /&gt;shoulder and then pretend it wasn’t you.&lt;br /&gt;2) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back&lt;br /&gt;for more.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;4) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what&lt;br /&gt;floor your on.&lt;br /&gt;5) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let&lt;br /&gt;the doors close, and say, “Hi Greg. How’s your day been?”&lt;br /&gt;6) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream,&lt;br /&gt;“That’s mine!”&lt;br /&gt;7) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;8) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they&lt;br /&gt;have an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;9) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.&lt;br /&gt;10) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they&lt;br /&gt;can hear ticking.&lt;br /&gt;11) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and&lt;br /&gt;exits with the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;12) Ask, “Did you feel that?”&lt;br /&gt;13) Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;14) When the doors close, announce to the others, “It’s okay, don’t panic,&lt;br /&gt;they open again!”&lt;br /&gt;15) Swat at flies that don’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;16) Tell people that you can see their aura.&lt;br /&gt;17) Call out, “Group Hug!” and then enforce it.&lt;br /&gt;18) Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering, “Shut up,&lt;br /&gt;all of you, just shut up!”&lt;br /&gt;19) Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, “Got&lt;br /&gt;enough air in there?”&lt;br /&gt;20) Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without&lt;br /&gt;getting off.&lt;br /&gt;21) Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, “Your&lt;br /&gt;one of THEM!” and back away slowly.&lt;br /&gt;22) Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.&lt;br /&gt;23) Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.&lt;br /&gt;24) Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;br /&gt;25) Stare, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce, “I have&lt;br /&gt;new socks on”.&lt;br /&gt;26) Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other&lt;br /&gt;passengers, “This is MY personal space!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3637156806043195856?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3637156806043195856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3637156806043195856' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3637156806043195856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3637156806043195856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dare-you.html' title='i dare you....'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3541417498392374682</id><published>2009-01-18T13:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T13:44:47.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you believe?</title><content type='html'>i love checking postsecret on sundays. &lt;br /&gt;but i lowkey love this site just as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tellmewhatyoubelievenow.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://tellmewhatyoubelievenow.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3541417498392374682?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3541417498392374682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3541417498392374682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3541417498392374682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3541417498392374682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-you-believe.html' title='what do you believe?'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4198368744858950550</id><published>2009-01-17T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:32:13.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its the weekend.</title><content type='html'>i Love lazy saturdays. esp. when they follow a great night like last night.&lt;br /&gt;my twin and i WON. if you dont kno what that means, sorry. lol. &lt;br /&gt;we beat the system and got in for free instead of paying $20.&lt;br /&gt;this man kept buying us drinks, 5 drinks in the game and i could barely keep my balance. &lt;br /&gt;hot guys. ballers. hot ballers. and a couple of nice guys to walk us to the car. &lt;br /&gt;remember kids. the best cure for simpin' is pimpin'. &lt;br /&gt;then i woke up around noon, made breakfast, and then caught up on my fav shows greys anatomy and nip tuck.  &lt;br /&gt;ahhh&lt;br /&gt;all is right in the world again.&lt;br /&gt;now its time to get back to my campaign.&lt;br /&gt;oh and homework i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4198368744858950550?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4198368744858950550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4198368744858950550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4198368744858950550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4198368744858950550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-weekend.html' title='its the weekend.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8802210540873648937</id><published>2009-01-14T20:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:24:30.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Young, Black, and Fabulous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://theybf.com/&gt;Young, Black, and Fabulous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fabulous'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-2088391765167732215</id><published>2009-01-13T00:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:14:43.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlie things. yuk</title><content type='html'>i dont understand girls. yes i know i am a girl.&lt;br /&gt;i dont act like a regular girl tho. i kno every girl says this but ask a guy who knows me and he will agree.&lt;br /&gt;but every now and then my girl side kicks in. no, im not saying im bloody. gross.&lt;br /&gt;this is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;reason is out the window.&lt;br /&gt;cant help my actions &amp; reactions.&lt;br /&gt;illogical.&lt;br /&gt;its like i kno i shouldn't do stuff and i do it anyways. like an out of body xperience.&lt;br /&gt;i blame fallopian tubes. they're acting without consulting my brain.&lt;br /&gt;im liable to do something dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;start a fight.&lt;br /&gt;fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get off the internet and try not to txt/call anyone i would regret contacting in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-2088391765167732215?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/2088391765167732215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=2088391765167732215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>so this weekend i was a complete laze. &lt;br /&gt;i got a few things accomplished tho&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY unpacked.&lt;br /&gt;i pseudo reorganized my room/closets.&lt;br /&gt;had some friends over.&lt;br /&gt;and watched the other boleyn girl with my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;the movie had me thinking about some things. &lt;br /&gt;as much as i love the romantic ideas that stemmed from this era as well as the lavish fashions, the concept of being a second class citizen was blowin my mind. &lt;br /&gt;the idea of not being able to marry whom you want, and if you are able to marry who you want, you can be forced to have sex with another man by some other mann and then you have to talk about it in front of all these men?!?! woah! &lt;br /&gt;its crazy what women were forced to do back then. you could try to go after the power or after love and neither one could be the path that you are allowed to continue down.&lt;br /&gt;i know so many girls who are gold diggers on the low. it sounds so appealing but i've never felt right using guys for money. &lt;br /&gt;as nice as new clothes, trips, and money seem, i'm not gonna have sex for power. im celibate so im not having sex for anything. lol&lt;br /&gt;if it works for you, go for it. &lt;br /&gt;as for me, im happy with providing for myself, working and making my own money. &lt;br /&gt;if a nice guy wants to take me out to eat, who am i to deny him? lol but im not gonna pick my guys based off of material things. it rarely ends well.&lt;br /&gt;well im rambling and i have class in the morning&lt;br /&gt;so im gonna leave you with another youtube video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaR9-_Lcaq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaR9-_Lcaq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-1728880862286340175?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/1728880862286340175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=1728880862286340175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/1728880862286340175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/1728880862286340175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-aint-trickin-if-you-got-it.html' title='it aint trickin if you got it.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-226440145161794156</id><published>2009-01-10T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:48:19.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday foolishness</title><content type='html'>this is just sad. im probably wrong for posting this but you know i can't experience this by myself....poor pillow. smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NjE3MTcz"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NjE3MTcz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess=always width="464" height="376"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.break.com/617173#TellAFriend"&gt;null&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it from http://youknowyoudeadazzwrong.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youknowyoudeadazzwrong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-226440145161794156?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/226440145161794156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=226440145161794156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/226440145161794156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/226440145161794156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-foolishness.html' title='saturday foolishness'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6725065469317991837</id><published>2009-01-08T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:46:38.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>im back.</title><content type='html'>sorry ive been MIA....thats kinda how it goes when i go home sometimes. my dad broke my plug for my computer so not only would it not hold a charge, it could barely get one. the break was busy and not as fun as i would have liked it to have been. i didnt spend nearly enough quality time with the people i care about or shopping so i only slightly raised my happiness level. i was able to make a video blog with taylor a few weeks ago so go check his blog for those over at &lt;a href="http://taylorgotbeats.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed my flight on my way back because of missing keys which i found last night (yes i somehow brought them with me to nashville).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the new semester and the new year things are changing and i hope for the good. &lt;br /&gt;unfortunately for some i may forgive but i dont forget so even though people are clearly making a valid effort to change some circumstances, things will never be the same between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of things, i kinda wanna take a step back with someone and i dont know how to do it. its not that they did anything wrong, they are always their honest loving self, i just think that we arent what the other one needs at the moment. and it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying really hard not to curse any more and im trying to be healthier in every aspect. i hope everyone had a merry Christmas, a happy new year, and that school starts off the right way.&lt;br /&gt;time for me to host a meeting. ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6725065469317991837?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6725065469317991837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6725065469317991837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6725065469317991837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6725065469317991837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html' title='im back.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-2061393484648370693</id><published>2008-12-28T12:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:06:16.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new years eve</title><content type='html'>its in a few days and im not sure im ready.&lt;br /&gt;i need a new years resolution (any suggestions?)&lt;br /&gt;i dont have plans yet&lt;br /&gt;AND i have to figure out how to be nice to some of the unfortunate people who go to my school while still saying "tuck you" to the people whom i have been holding back on. on the other hand, im sure they get the point by now because when i dont like someone, i dont try to hide it. back to the issue at hand, what should i do???&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows what they're doing out here and even my parents have awesome plans...&lt;br /&gt;i have some not so great memories of new years past and i wanna change that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and just to rub it in everyones face erin (purp) and i are going to a LAKER game tonight!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-2061393484648370693?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/2061393484648370693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=2061393484648370693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2061393484648370693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2061393484648370693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='new years eve'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3600711365009491091</id><published>2008-12-25T00:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:51:26.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mia</title><content type='html'>sorry to those of you who actually read my blog. its been the longest 2.5 weeks EVERRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;ill try to explain what ive been up to very briefly....&lt;br /&gt;FINALS&lt;br /&gt;paper cuts&lt;br /&gt;lost phones&lt;br /&gt;no sleep&lt;br /&gt;sickness&lt;br /&gt;snow&lt;br /&gt;studying&lt;br /&gt;cheat sheets&lt;br /&gt;step shows&lt;br /&gt;plane rides&lt;br /&gt;awkward situations&lt;br /&gt;campaign stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN i came home&lt;br /&gt;NO internet&lt;br /&gt;still sick&lt;br /&gt;rain&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY MAN&lt;br /&gt;     -aye dios mio &lt;br /&gt;      ive been working with a performance coach for the past week and he is crazy! &lt;br /&gt;      i would have to deal with him for wayyyyyyy too many hours. &lt;br /&gt;      it is CLEAR from my previous posts, that i have a pretty low tolerance for &lt;br /&gt;      unnecessary people right about now...&lt;br /&gt;      plus his breath stinks.....&lt;br /&gt;NO JOB (VS is on that ish)&lt;br /&gt;and i still have barely spent time with my friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, i survived and am thankful that its Christmas time. i got most of my shopping done and ive gotten to spend time with my family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get back to a christmas story and making cookies (you better get em before they're gone taylor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3600711365009491091?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3600711365009491091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3600711365009491091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3600711365009491091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3600711365009491091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/12/mia.html' title='mia'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-9081125559269124918</id><published>2008-12-10T13:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:38:11.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sneaky</title><content type='html'>most people who meet me can tell that they don't wanna cross me because they can tell im capable of things. i'm a scorpio, i'm quick witted, jealous, and creative. i try not to use my powers for evil but people keep trying to push me to the dark side! here i am trying to be a good friend, trying to be nice, trying to stop cursing, and trying to be successful and females cant help but get mad over nothing! why are you so concerned with what im doing?!?&lt;br /&gt;this happens to me too much for it to be a considence! &lt;br /&gt;the thing is i don't expect EVERYONE to like me. &lt;br /&gt;but i'm not a fake person and i appreciate it when the people i dislike/ those who dislike me, don't try to pretend like we're best friends. my #1 enemy and I really cant stand each other and if given the opportunity, on the right day, we could do some serious damage, but we have learned to co-exist peacefully and try to avoid each other. this fake bull crap that happens to people i USED to call my close friends is dumb. im not going to call you or run up and hug you when i see you because i kno that you were lying about me, talking ish, and/or plotting against me behind my back. im a PRO when it comes to catching the signs of the fake friend. i don't kno what brings it on, or what ive done to offend you, in the past its been over something dumb...a boy that they like, likes me or my hair is longer than theirs so they call me concieted etc etc but this just doesn't make sense. &lt;br /&gt;yet again i'm thankful for those of you who are truthful and don't try to front. friendship is a two way street and i don't wanna use you or be used by you. &lt;br /&gt;if any of my ex friends or fake friends are reading this and want to come clean, go for it. i promise it wont hurt my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-9081125559269124918?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/9081125559269124918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=9081125559269124918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/9081125559269124918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/9081125559269124918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sneaky.html' title='I&apos;m sneaky'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5246425002846057450</id><published>2008-12-08T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:17:47.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly ramblings</title><content type='html'>as happy as i'm trying to be, i cant help but have a few moments of regret and sadness every now and then. i'm only human. i LOVE where my life is headed, but the present isnt moving fast enough and part of me misses the past.&lt;br /&gt;so many things ended so quickly and so badly. that's the thing about me, i'm very go hard or go home. i don't half way do things, i'm either your friend or i'm not, you either exist or you don't. its nearly impossible to come back from not existing lol. once i cut someone out of my life, i don't answer their calls/ i change their name to don't answer, i block them on aim, facebook, and myspace, and if i see you walking i will walk the other way. as harsh as it sounds, its necessary. i haven't talked to or seen some people in over a year and i still miss them. that's no good. i've lost friends and family both because of death and because unhealthy one sided relationships needed to be terminated, regardless of how much i love a person, there is a time when you have to remove yourself from destructive people. i won't let you bring me down with you nor will i let you hold me back from success. its hard enough as it is to be me without the extra hazards that some people bring. so incase some of you people from the past stumble upon this blog, no hard feelings, it was fun while it lasted but deep down we both know that we couldn't remain in each others lives. mayb in the future, when we are both fully grown, happy, successful and maybe married with kids, we can be friends like we used to be, you wont be in my wedding like we used to think, and i don't plan to be in yours, if i'm even invited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those of you who are my friends know that i appreciate you. i will go to great lengths for my real friends and cant wait to see what kind of random burnt missions we get into this Christmas break!&lt;br /&gt;get ready for ice skating, mulligans, and of course the yearly bonfire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5246425002846057450?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5246425002846057450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5246425002846057450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5246425002846057450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5246425002846057450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekly-ramblings.html' title='weekly ramblings'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5771254624796966584</id><published>2008-12-07T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:04:52.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its the most wonderful time of the year.</title><content type='html'>despite the obvious stress and drama that happens around the end of the school year, i've managed to come out of the past week fairly happy. i was able to get hostess to come help me with my TV (dorks are awesome), i finally got to play my wii, the victoria's secret fashion show came on, grey's anatomy came on and i got to go out with my twin! im exausted tho. drinking and partying and looking good is exausting. plus its time for finals, which im sure most of you are experiencing. i need to be studying but i cant stay awake! plus i need to work on my campaign! so much to do in so little time.&lt;br /&gt;but ill be home in exactly a week! so no more cold weather, fake friends, or being hungry for 3 weeks! plus there is a new addition to our family that i cant wait to meet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kno my previous posts have been a little...angry to say the least. i'm over it tho, i said all i can say and i refuse to let other people to have a large affect on my happiness. i hope everyone else is able to to do the same. with that being said, good luck on finals and Christmas shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5771254624796966584?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5771254624796966584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5771254624796966584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5771254624796966584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5771254624796966584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='its the most wonderful time of the year.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5263663881236892259</id><published>2008-12-01T16:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:47:04.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they smile in your face...</title><content type='html'>I try not to hate people, but I still can't help but hate the things people continue to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when people treat others differently because of situations their other friend has going on with the person.&lt;br /&gt;If we were/are friends, don't let something that doesn't affect you, affect us. We all probably did this in high school...but since I'm in my 3rd year of college, I've grown out of that foolishness and I hope most of my friends have too. That being said, don't expect me to dislike someone simply because you don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue, why are some people only your friend in large groups? I don't understand how to be considered a friend if we aren't really friends...aquantiance mayb, but not a friend. A friend is someone whom I can go to with a question/issue without worrying about being judged and they should feel comfortable to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These realizations have let me realize who my friends really are. Its great when u kno who ur friends are, but it sucks when u have to face who your friends aren't. At the end of the day, I've never had a hard time making friends and losing some of these people who have ben masquerading as friends of mine can't hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start to pay more attn in class....ttyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I finally stayed on topic! Yay me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5263663881236892259?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5263663881236892259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5263663881236892259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5263663881236892259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5263663881236892259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/12/they-smile-in-your-face.html' title='they smile in your face...'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6363713864678273137</id><published>2008-12-01T00:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:21:46.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>more than a distant memory</title><content type='html'>electric blankets. silent night. early dinner. noel. iridescent hearts. mary poppins. taco bell commercial. 11 o clock news. kings corner. looney toons. ramen noodles. butterflies. double bed. purple tile. puzzles. routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you.&lt;br /&gt;love you.&lt;br /&gt;forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6363713864678273137?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6363713864678273137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6363713864678273137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6363713864678273137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6363713864678273137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-than-distant-memory.html' title='more than a distant memory'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-525359218654805325</id><published>2008-11-29T11:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T12:11:57.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ending the life of a MG</title><content type='html'>i always have so much to say but no way to say them. the whole point of a blog is self expression, but as my twin once said " i don't kno how to start the hi". theres always so much to do and so many things going thru my mind. but the only way to start the hi is to say hi, so i might as well get it over with. &lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't have guessed that moving to nashville would put me in contact with so many fake people, esp since im from LA. i can fake it with the best of em, but why would i want to?&lt;br /&gt;in LA it makes sense, you act nice to get what u need, to network, thats it. out here it seems like you just have to be fake. and i dont see the point of that. and i feel like the longer im out here, the longer i have to pretend. im just ready to be real. i feel like Kanye in Pinocchio story. at the end of the day i would rather be real, not mean, and not have to pretend that i am friends with people im not friends with or that i like people that i wouldn't have had contact with in any other situation. but i kno im gonna need the votes in the near future. its only a year. Luckily i do have a handful of people i can be real with, all the time. and they are stuck in this fake world with me. plus i have people outside of fakeville who keep me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-525359218654805325?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/525359218654805325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=525359218654805325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/525359218654805325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/525359218654805325'/><link rel='alternate' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAkJnblNYTQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAkJnblNYTQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8R8alTObRgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8R8alTObRgI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms congenality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lewLtQXdHFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lewLtQXdHFw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6668606538238981066?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6668606538238981066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6668606538238981066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6668606538238981066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6668606538238981066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/11/sociology-class.html' title='sociology class.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8649172802554003600</id><published>2008-11-16T11:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:50:58.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>this is one of my least favorite days of the year. i don't feel right if i don't have some kind of remorse about today. so if you see a sadness in my eyes, or you hear it in my voice, don't worry, I'll  be back to normal tomorrow, i just need to be sad today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8649172802554003600?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8649172802554003600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8649172802554003600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8649172802554003600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8649172802554003600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8161649553706798028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8161649553706798028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8161649553706798028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-9.html' title=''/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-376765689594423680</id><published>2008-11-11T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:21:49.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days left.</title><content type='html'>i refuse to let someone else's pettiness/ issues/ depression/ anger/ etc. to indirectly affect me and my happiness. i believe everyone has their days, even weeks, but i wont let you slide for a month on anything other than the loss of a CAREER or a death of someone near to you. &lt;br /&gt;i'm not the confrontational type, but there's only so much that i can let go before you either get cussed out or simply cease to exist. both reactions usually result in a swift termination of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;that's just how i feel. if people keep trying to bring me down with them, i wont get mad or depressed like others, i will simply get rid of the negative influence. &lt;br /&gt;remember kids, you probably need me more than i need you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to studying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-376765689594423680?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/376765689594423680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=376765689594423680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/376765689594423680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/376765689594423680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-days-left.html' title='4 days left.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4904028344181449650</id><published>2008-11-09T13:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:57:30.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>its cold, its sunday, these are my thoughts.</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning with a feeling of impending doom. &lt;br /&gt;(mayb i watch too much greys)&lt;br /&gt;it makes me want to lock myself in my room for the rest of the week without contact with the outside world. &lt;br /&gt;times are changing in wonderful ways and its scary.&lt;br /&gt;we have a black president and i just filled up my gas tank, from E to FULL, with 27 dollars. that has never happened in to me since i started driving. &lt;br /&gt;mayb the myans were right an the world is going to end soon.&lt;br /&gt;...idk.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is if it is, i don't wanna waste time being depressed like my surroundings are influencing me to be. &lt;br /&gt;carpe diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days till my birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4904028344181449650?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4904028344181449650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4904028344181449650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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thoughts.</title><content type='html'>this post will probably only make sense to me...and that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of the transition. i wanna be there already. if i cant be there then i wanna go back to where i was. i just don't like HERE. i've heard you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket, but i don't want the other fish. pimpin' ain't easy my breezy. its amazing that something so unreal can have such an impact. its the power of an idea i guess. i spent all day gushing about love and in 2.5 seconds it turned into disgust. and then i remember that i'm supposed to love you. for those of you trying to understand me, don't. its not what it seems, it rarely is. unless you think i'm laughing at you, that might be true. why would i have cake if i couldn't eat it too? i'm over you on the inside, i just don't want to be over you deep down. i need to get over that. i was happy ALL day. i need to get these snacks on deck, but as much as i think i disserve them, i kinda don't want them. but i need birthday gifts. i think i need some PP too. dont try to guess those initials, you're guess is wrong. i'm not sure i'm the right one for the position but i kinda hope i am. unfortunately i'm tired of you but you're all i have to work with, so i grin and bare it knowing that i've done it before and that its only temporary. i expect too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8448521933927725141?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8448521933927725141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8448521933927725141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6218067121157471999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6218067121157471999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-to-add-this.html' title='had to add this!'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SRExQV-b2XI/AAAAAAAAANM/8K2jWO0-39s/s72-c/3004807302_1acf3c906f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3290476169593997932</id><published>2008-11-04T23:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:26:16.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my president is BLACK</title><content type='html'>Obama's speech ended minutes ago and i have tears in my eyes. Im proud of our country. we are ready for any and everything. today was a historic day that i am not going to forget. this is the first of many necessary changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES WE CAN!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3290476169593997932?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3290476169593997932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3290476169593997932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3290476169593997932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3290476169593997932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-president-is-black.html' title='my president is BLACK'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-9180410646586986465</id><published>2008-09-30T15:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:41:52.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO BE AN ARTIST</title><content type='html'>so today didn't exactly go as planned. stayed @ mii's till 12.30 am. left my cell phone in her bed and i didn't realize it. because of this, my alarm on my phone didn't go off and i woke up @ 10am for my 10am class. so i was 35 mins late to class. instead of stressing out all day, im gonna take this little glitch in my day as a sign that im gonna have an even better night.&lt;br /&gt;good food, discount drinks, laughs &amp; dancing? thats the way i like to spend my tuesday night. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR &amp; MIILEAH! thanx for giving me a reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres something random i found yesterday and didn't have time to post.&lt;br /&gt;its called how to be an artist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay loose. learn to watch snails. plant impossible gardens. invite someone dangerous to tea. make little signs that say yes! and post them all over your house. make friends with freedom &amp; uncertainty. look forward to dreams. cry during movies. swing as high as you can on a swingset,by moonlight. cultivate moods. refuse to "be responsible." do it for love. take lots of naps. give money away. do it now. the money will follow. believe in magic. laugh a lot. celebrate every gorgeous moment. take moonbaths. have wild imaginings, transformative dreams, and perfect calm. draw on the walls. read everyday. imagine yourself magic. giggle with children. listen to old people. open up. dive in. be free. bless yourself. drive away fear. play with everything. entertain your inner child. you are innocent. build a fort with blankets. get wet. hug trees. write love letters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-9180410646586986465?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/9180410646586986465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=9180410646586986465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/9180410646586986465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/9180410646586986465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-be-artist.html' title='HOW TO BE AN ARTIST'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8237373773105692235</id><published>2008-09-27T14:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:19:19.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ying yang</title><content type='html'>lately i've been trying to find balance.&lt;br /&gt; between simp &amp; pimp.&lt;br /&gt; between good &amp; bad.&lt;br /&gt; between nice &amp; mean.&lt;br /&gt; conform &amp; stand out.&lt;br /&gt; passive &amp; aggressive.&lt;br /&gt; and as always,&lt;br /&gt; between wants &amp; needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life runs smoothly when things are in balance.&lt;br /&gt;it just takes the right amount of planning &amp; energy. &lt;br /&gt;i need to take the time to fit in walking the dog, class, homework, exercise, cooking, taylor, michael &amp; brandon everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past few years, i've become more complex. this is what has fueled my imbalance. as i grew out of my shyness and into a more self assured adult, ive begun to take risks. i've made mistakes and learned from them. some habits are hard to break. the next two years are going to be a challenge. but i have the motivation needed and if i play my cards right, i may have an added bonus for acting right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope everyone else has the correct motivation to make it thru the day.&lt;br /&gt;too many people are depressed, unhappy, and angry. cheer up! life's too short to waste time being negative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8237373773105692235?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8237373773105692235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8237373773105692235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8237373773105692235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8237373773105692235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/09/ying-yang.html' title='ying yang'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-7087299264446693533</id><published>2008-09-23T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:23:15.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>deep convos, awkward moments, &amp; nudity</title><content type='html'>those are the things that defined my last week.&lt;br /&gt;boobs, bare ass, yelling, going hard, searching for gas, laughing till i cry, conversations on love lust &amp; rape, going places i shouldn't go, clothes and runway walks, and lots of drinks. &lt;br /&gt;its been a LOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGG week. &lt;br /&gt;and I'm sure this one will be just as long. &lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted but i have to go to class. &lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-7087299264446693533?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/7087299264446693533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=7087299264446693533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7087299264446693533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7087299264446693533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/09/deep-convos-awkward-moments-nudity.html' title='deep convos, awkward moments, &amp; nudity'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5067549921579162664</id><published>2008-09-13T16:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:04:34.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>refocus.</title><content type='html'>i FINALLY have internet again. &lt;br /&gt;now i can order my mommy some flowers (or a plant) for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i can do my homework. &lt;br /&gt;i can order my books.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; i can find solutions for all the random issues i need help with (mostly lola)&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;once i get my camera fixed, a mani/pedi, and my hair done, the universe will be back to regular rotation&lt;br /&gt;this blog will be updated on a regular basis again! yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5067549921579162664?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5067549921579162664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5067549921579162664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5067549921579162664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5067549921579162664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/09/refocus.html' title='refocus.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4342869672605700112</id><published>2008-09-08T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:42:06.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>without.</title><content type='html'>when im @ home, my wireless doesn't work, so i have to steal from my neighbor (thanx o'ryan!) and i was looking forward to coming back to my apt and being able to get on the internet on  a regular basis. BUT of course that wasn't the case. the only person with internet is erin. &lt;br /&gt;so on top of all the things LOLA has been destroying, i cant look up solutions to my problems. needless to say, i've been having a very rough first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the few friends i spent time with over the summer. i miss my lover and my boobulah who keep me calm and sane! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been on edge. i have wanted to go hard on so many people, including friends, this past weekend. its a problem. so if i don't seem happy, stay out of my way, and don't make any smart remarks that you think i wont catch, because i will (i did.) and it may come back to kick your ass in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you're so vain, i bet you think this blog is about you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill be back when i get the internet again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4342869672605700112?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4342869672605700112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4342869672605700112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4342869672605700112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4342869672605700112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/09/without.html' title='without.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4331434356984264600</id><published>2008-08-06T18:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:35:46.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blah.</title><content type='html'>not even back and its already started again. who am i gonna have to find to keep me from feeling alone this time? &lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to seclude myself, you're just never including me in anything. i'm gonna try to get better and not ignore you or purposely not including you just because you do it to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of complaining, im gonna spend time with my dog. im gonna work out. im gonna go to work. im gonna study. &lt;br /&gt;we can continue to live so close but yet so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4331434356984264600?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4331434356984264600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4331434356984264600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4331434356984264600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4331434356984264600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/08/blah.html' title='blah.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6368666836256319855</id><published>2008-07-14T11:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:26:42.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend.</title><content type='html'>GREAT weekend. &lt;br /&gt;i didnt have to work&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping&lt;br /&gt;free slurpie day mission with michael (we went to @ least 5 7-11's in less than an hr)&lt;br /&gt;burnt mission with erin &amp; 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cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SHumd6ViGjI/AAAAAAAAALw/H-1AEaxrc5c/s200/DSC01301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222951225672210994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SHumeLYz6HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CWi8pU3HI2Y/s1600-h/DSC01302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SHumeLYz6HI/AAAAAAAAAL4/CWi8pU3HI2Y/s200/DSC01302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222951230249363570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SHumeJoxdaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/I_osVNAAy8Q/s1600-h/DSC01305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SHumeJoxdaI/AAAAAAAAAMA/I_osVNAAy8Q/s200/DSC01305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222951229779441058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6368666836256319855?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6368666836256319855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6368666836256319855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6368666836256319855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6368666836256319855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend.html' title='weekend.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/SHuD4CQcXSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o2B6zeEAqyA/s72-c/DSC01267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4320532403819520438</id><published>2008-07-09T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:53:27.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts on a wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Ii'm sick of right now. Is that bad? I'm just ready for some kind of future. I'm ready for graduation. A real job, one I can support myself with. I'm ready to be ready for love. And I understand that I can't skip over everything, but I'm ready to go 2 school in the fall and start being a cocktail waitress and having a new puppy to love. LA just seems so...unproductive. I'm not making enough money, half of my friends are flakes and most of the ppl I can get to see are the ones I can only take in small doses. One good thing is the block is back and I'm getting closer with one friend in particular.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I get a discount @ victorias secret (just cause I'm celibate doesn't mean I can't update my lingerie collection).&lt;br /&gt;So until I'm on a plane back 2 the middle of lameville with my new puppy, I guess I should lay low and concentrate on not starting another situation to obsess over.&lt;br /&gt;I need a new book to read. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4320532403819520438?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4320532403819520438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4320532403819520438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4320532403819520438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4320532403819520438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-on-wednesday.html' title='thoughts on a wednesday.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8225493196396978118</id><published>2008-07-08T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:00:37.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment.</title><content type='html'>i'm ready to leave. i'm not gonna say i haven't been having fun, but overall i'm disappointed. i feel unproductive, my job sucks and i have horrible hrs. its not paying me enough. i need to pay for a dog and a trip to ny. plus, this city is reminding me of old disappointments, and i'm starting to think i have another one on the way if i don't leave soon. this is the product of me not having enough to do out here. i think too much. and im getting fat. i need to work on my patience. thats gonna be next years resolution. &lt;br /&gt;i have a lot more to say, but i don't kno how to say it, or if i want to say it so i won't. &lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! erin and i are going to have a garage sale soon and a few car washes so support us! thaaaanx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8225493196396978118?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8225493196396978118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8225493196396978118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8225493196396978118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8225493196396978118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/07/disappointment.html' title='disappointment.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8107654906090874281</id><published>2008-07-04T11:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:22:43.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>this has never been my favorite holiday, but in the past 2 years i've missed it! if u grew up with me than you remember the pool parties with the parents and the little kids (who are all in HIGH SCHOOL now) the water fights, tag, and of course the fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago i missed it because i was on a plane to Paris and last year kinda sucked. so this year we are gonna do it big, bbq, water fight, and i'm making peach blueberry cobbler!&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i DONT have to go to work...but other than that it should be an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome to come over and enjoy it with us, but don't come empty handed lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8107654906090874281?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8107654906090874281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8107654906090874281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8107654906090874281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8107654906090874281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4938847181948208893</id><published>2008-06-25T22:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:37:16.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OK GO</title><content type='html'>Where Have I been you may ask your self but, don't worry about all that baby.To start off I'm madly in love with this guy named Taylor..... dude is the fucking best. like think of the best you have ever met and he's way better than that. Thats my nigga. Metrosexuals are actually gay. Grow some chest hair and let that beard hang. i'm tired of these Clay Achen type dudes. changing gears does anyone have a copy of the Paris Hilton Sex tape? My bathroom is almost down, about a week more to go. I cant wait to have my mornings back to myself. Ehh thats all on my mind for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4938847181948208893?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4938847181948208893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4938847181948208893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4938847181948208893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4938847181948208893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-go.html' title='OK GO'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-7774725783800617199</id><published>2008-06-21T13:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T13:40:34.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>married with 2 kids @ 19?</title><content type='html'>on thursday, Erin &amp; i went to melrose to hang out. &lt;br /&gt;it was like 100 degrees, we were out of jamba juice and dying. so we start going into stores just because they have air conditioning. as we are walking this man asks us to look @ his clothes and tell him what we think.&lt;br /&gt;he has air so we say sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i see are rhinestones everywhere. he says that most of it is made with swarovski crystals. pshhh. we jokingly pick out the ugliest things to say they are cute and try to find a time to escape. he starts talking to some man and we try to sneak past. didn't work. he stops us and says there was something else. his uncle died and left him 4mil. but the only way he can get it is to get married by his next birthday. he says hes willing to split it with me. oh and we have to have 2 kids, and his birthday is next week.&lt;br /&gt;this man is crazy....but if any of you are gold diggers, i am not against introducing u to him.....i get a finders fee : ).&lt;br /&gt;anyways i thought that was unusual. &lt;br /&gt;I'm low key bored right now. i need to get out the house but its too hot. i was supposed to go to the chiropractor but it was too far for me to drive in the heat. come visit me before work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just rambling now so im done. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-7774725783800617199?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/7774725783800617199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=7774725783800617199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7774725783800617199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7774725783800617199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/06/married-with-2-kids-19.html' title='married with 2 kids @ 19?'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-262216673642178411</id><published>2008-06-15T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:30:09.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy fathers day.</title><content type='html'>Since its fathers day, I've been thinking about my dads. If u kno me/my complicated, disfunctional family, then u kno that I'm blessed enough to have 2 dads. For most of my life I clashed with my stepdad and thought my dad was awesome, even tho I barely saw him. In recent years it came out how many people tried to keep us from having a normal relationship, so we started an unconventional one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stepdad and I are on the same page for once. He isn't trying to control me and he trusts me. We may not understand each other, but we have accepted our differences. Sadly, I have barely spoken to my real dad this year. He's let me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with the decision of calling him today. I went to the 8am service @ my church for the first time and it helped me decide. I'm going to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy fathers day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-262216673642178411?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/262216673642178411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=262216673642178411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/262216673642178411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/262216673642178411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy fathers day.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5001349032862986575</id><published>2008-06-12T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:30:41.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i actually have a topic for this one.</title><content type='html'>dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people love dreaming, but i don't. for about a year i would hope that i had a dream free night. i kno taylor has wonderful dreams that inspire him &amp; his films. thats never the case anymore. in 07 every time i would have a dream it would be related to the same situation that i just couldn't seem to get over. the main issue was, when i thought i had moved on, i would have a dream that would make me wake up in just as much pain as when i was going thru the situation. i'm finally over that thank goodness. but this week i've been having dreams. they weren't all bad, in fact one was awesome but the others weren't, they've been all over the place. lately i have been dreaming about celebrities, ex best friends, best friends, enemies, enemies of my best friends, and other random things that make me wake up confuzzled. i would love to just have dreamless nights every night instead of my mind trying to interpret my day or tell me what my heart wants, or warn me of the future or whatever it is that dreams do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! i finally got a job! yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5001349032862986575?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5001349032862986575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5001349032862986575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5001349032862986575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5001349032862986575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-actually-have-topic-for-this-one.html' title='i actually have a topic for this one.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6722045897825831703</id><published>2008-06-08T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:19:52.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>overview</title><content type='html'>these past couple of weeks have been...eventful.&lt;br /&gt;miami. sex in the city. brazilian food. getting "busted". losing my bathroom and sleep. looking for a job. matinee's with taylor. six flags with alisha. burnt mission. LENDREK...hahahaha. piercings. GLOW IN THE DARK TOUR (amazing).&lt;br /&gt;plus tons of laughter, baking &amp; drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of new memories, but no pictures. (my mom has kidnapped my camera until further notice)&lt;br /&gt;i only regret 2 things, that i couldn't see a few more people that i miss, and that i never found out "chris browns" real name.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really feel like typing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6722045897825831703?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6722045897825831703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6722045897825831703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6722045897825831703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6722045897825831703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/06/overview.html' title='overview'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-6800287344206857261</id><published>2008-05-24T15:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T15:54:58.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/0x777777/wshht2QLZrVB317dQuFJ" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/0x777777/wshht2QLZrVB317dQuFJ" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm going 2 miami tomorrow! this should be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-6800287344206857261?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/6800287344206857261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=6800287344206857261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6800287344206857261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/6800287344206857261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='finally!'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4901464885500663833</id><published>2008-05-20T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T16:05:48.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fustration</title><content type='html'>my mother is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;this happens every freakin summer!&lt;br /&gt;someone give me a job so i can get away.&lt;br /&gt;on a brighter note, i got my kick back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4901464885500663833?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4901464885500663833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4901464885500663833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4901464885500663833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4901464885500663833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/05/fustration.html' title='fustration'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3205832295387976156</id><published>2008-05-17T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:20:33.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how the tables have turned....</title><content type='html'>the past week has been redic, well wednesday was. &lt;br /&gt;quick overview:&lt;br /&gt;my computer has been out of comision for like 3 weeks and ive been home for 2. ite been tough living without my computer, but i wasn't cut off from the world, cause thats what my kick is for.&lt;br /&gt; now for the updates, &lt;br /&gt;had an interview so i'm waiting to hear back about my summer internship&lt;br /&gt;and my back is reallllllly fucked up so now i'm going to the doctor 3x a week to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;now for the interesting parts....&lt;br /&gt;wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;on my way to my doctors appt, i get into yet another car accident!&lt;br /&gt; this woman is trying to blame me for her ignorance!&lt;br /&gt;nobody was really hurt tho.....&lt;br /&gt;so then i go to my appt (late.) and find out just how screwed up my back is.&lt;br /&gt;after the appt i'm supposed to meet up with ashley (for the first time since i've been home) and go 2 coldstones.&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't kno, ice cream makes everything better in my world. &lt;br /&gt;as we are sitting outside, enjoying our ice cream and catching up on the past couple of months, &lt;br /&gt;this stupid little tubby boy comes and snatches my sidekick, his friend snatches this other girls, and they hop into an suv all before you can say "snoopty poopty pants".&lt;br /&gt;so this means that in ONE day, i had a car accident AND got my kick stolen.&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME BACK TO LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but since then my luck has been very good and i must say that FRIDAY was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;thats all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, call me if u need me cause as u kno im kickless for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;im out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3205832295387976156?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3205832295387976156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3205832295387976156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3205832295387976156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3205832295387976156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-tables-have-turned.html' title='how the tables have turned....'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-2022466417659050601</id><published>2008-05-09T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:49:03.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CALIFORNIAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>I'm back. Been in LA for over a week but my computer has been out of comission for 2 weeks....so I'm writing on my kick until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot on my mind lately tho. Comming home is always a stressful for me, its chaos all the way until I get on the plane, and then I feel free! No more stress or commitments. I had no boyfriend to leave or come home 2, no job in LA, and my apt will be there waiting for me when I return. So what do I have to worry about? Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to try NOT to make a move on my crush, try 2 find an internship, and dodge a few people who are making it really hard to move on from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only other problem is all the cutsey images I've been bombarded with lately. Weddings, bachelor parties, and bachelorette parties @ work, every movie is about love, weddings &amp; babies (juno, baby mama, 27 dresses, forgetting sarah marshall) they make me want to settle down and be the girlfriend that I love to be. But on the other hand, my friends keep having boy issues and its not the best motivator. Everyone is being cheated on, breaking up, and then telling me about it. So where does that leave me? I'm a hopeless romantic disguised as a bitter black woman. Fun times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, todays schedule consists of cleaning up, getting my nails done, going 2 the grove, watching movies, and then a house party where I plan on being drunk! &lt;br /&gt;If u would like 2 come drink with me, come 2 5515 onacrest dr. Tonight! $1 shots allllll night! Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-2022466417659050601?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/2022466417659050601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=2022466417659050601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2022466417659050601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2022466417659050601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/05/californiaaaaaa.html' title='CALIFORNIAAAAAA'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8050041129158137710</id><published>2008-04-26T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:02:41.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant even be mad @ this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbJS_L536GU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbJS_L536GU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its "different" but they don't sound too bad!&lt;br /&gt;what do u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8050041129158137710?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8050041129158137710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8050041129158137710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8050041129158137710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8050041129158137710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-even-be-mad-this.html' title='i cant even be mad @ this...'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3202561130145903503</id><published>2008-04-14T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:50:20.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i kno i've been working on keeping things 2 myself...</title><content type='html'>but i need other ppl to see this &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/9667922a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/e3707cc9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/e74a2045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/708e85f0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/fbf86a2f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/4efc8ba2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/debb804d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT MESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry if anyone was eating while viewing this post....&lt;br /&gt;sweet dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;btw. i got these pics from theybf.com for those of you who were wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3202561130145903503?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3202561130145903503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3202561130145903503' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3202561130145903503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3202561130145903503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-kno-ive-been-working-on-keeping.html' title='i kno i&apos;ve been working on keeping things 2 myself...'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj207/ybf08/April%2008/th_9667922a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8930766193310972767</id><published>2008-04-13T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:22:01.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O.D.</title><content type='html'>what a weekend! &lt;br /&gt;it was the definition of OD.&lt;br /&gt;but i really dont feel like typing about it right now....or posting the nearly 200 pics i took between fri &amp; sun...&lt;br /&gt;i have wayyy 2 much work to do, but i just cant make myself do it!&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;well i guess ill start on one of my many term papers/presentations i need to do this week.&lt;br /&gt;hope everyones weekend was fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8930766193310972767?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8930766193310972767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8930766193310972767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8930766193310972767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8930766193310972767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/04/od.html' title='O.D.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-4410656896319562651</id><published>2008-04-10T01:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:26:43.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BitterSimp</title><content type='html'>so i was gonna post a big angry blog to go along with the theme of the week, but i changed my mind. &lt;br /&gt;instead i decided to promote taylor, kasey, beau, najee, and co.&lt;br /&gt;here is another one of taylor's hilarious short films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oWWj7H_Bjw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5oWWj7H_Bjw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't a bad day&lt;br /&gt;worked on internships&lt;br /&gt;made myself financially clear&lt;br /&gt;gave erin her keys&lt;br /&gt;laughed with curtis, mini me, and another guy who's name i forgot&lt;br /&gt;got my oil changed&lt;br /&gt;had some ice cream&lt;br /&gt;watched beauty &amp; the beast&lt;br /&gt;went to class&lt;br /&gt;gave advice&lt;br /&gt;watched more movie&lt;br /&gt;came home&lt;br /&gt;got songs&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, today is ASHLEY's birthday!!! &lt;br /&gt;shes one of my best friend and helps me deal with all of my day to day problems.&lt;br /&gt;shes awesome and everyone needs to know it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_208P2Ue7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ic-yzWaLYHc/s1600-h/DSCN1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_208P2Ue7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ic-yzWaLYHc/s200/DSCN1532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187501292940196786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. congrats Zia! i cant wait to see ur new little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-4410656896319562651?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/4410656896319562651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=4410656896319562651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4410656896319562651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/4410656896319562651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/04/bittersimp.html' title='BitterSimp'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_208P2Ue7I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ic-yzWaLYHc/s72-c/DSCN1532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8247280500580986532</id><published>2008-04-07T10:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:26:45.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>great weekend with the plastics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIsm5-pdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Z4pU-2BIARw/s1600-h/DSC00602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIsm5-pdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Z4pU-2BIARw/s200/DSC00602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537852065719762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another weekend spent with the duke, purp &amp; mini me....&lt;br /&gt;we yelled, we laughed and we cried (from laughing so hard)&lt;br /&gt;from shopping to dancing, a little sleeping and erin even told a homeless person they were on "private property cuh!"&lt;br /&gt;the only thing missing is the alcohol we never consumed....oh well! theres always next weekend!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH8W5-pVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Kz-J8lLWCMU/s1600-h/DSC00604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH8W5-pVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Kz-J8lLWCMU/s200/DSC00604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537023137031506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH825-pWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RLUrH9usbHE/s1600-h/DSC00610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH825-pWI/AAAAAAAAAHE/RLUrH9usbHE/s200/DSC00610.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537031726966114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH9W5-pXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nsusTleexSk/s1600-h/DSC00616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH9W5-pXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nsusTleexSk/s200/DSC00616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537040316900722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH-G5-pYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lnLCVw_iL6s/s1600-h/DSC00624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pH-G5-pYI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lnLCVw_iL6s/s200/DSC00624.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537053201802626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIdG5-pZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FEL2Hqq1dj8/s1600-h/DSC00626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIdG5-pZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FEL2Hqq1dj8/s200/DSC00626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537585777747346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIdm5-paI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GVNbmpfbPPA/s1600-h/DSC00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIdm5-paI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GVNbmpfbPPA/s200/DSC00628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537594367681954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIem5-pbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PSn_6YxP97c/s1600-h/DSC00630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIem5-pbI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PSn_6YxP97c/s200/DSC00630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537611547551154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIfG5-pcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ev9hzlHKy9c/s1600-h/DSC00634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIfG5-pcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Ev9hzlHKy9c/s200/DSC00634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186537620137485762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pJDm5-peI/AAAAAAAAAIE/g1Ly33a6m0c/s1600-h/DSC00639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pJDm5-peI/AAAAAAAAAIE/g1Ly33a6m0c/s200/DSC00639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186538247202711010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pJD25-pfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WvCjcC9uDmA/s1600-h/DSC00640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pJD25-pfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/WvCjcC9uDmA/s200/DSC00640.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186538251497678322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pJD25-pgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0JqsOp52PJM/s1600-h/DSC00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pJD25-pgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/0JqsOp52PJM/s200/DSC00642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186538251497678338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus the first thing i saw when i turned on my tv was the new usher video....yum!&lt;br /&gt;today should be awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8247280500580986532?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8247280500580986532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8247280500580986532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8247280500580986532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8247280500580986532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-weekend-with-plastics.html' title='great weekend with the plastics...'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_pIsm5-pdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Z4pU-2BIARw/s72-c/DSC00602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-760168833214515002</id><published>2008-04-03T00:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:26:45.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>test in 9 hours...but i'm writing in my blog</title><content type='html'>the days since my last post have been a blur. &lt;br /&gt;there have been high points and low points.&lt;br /&gt;there was drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_PnwW5-pPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m_tY31twXX8/s1600-h/DSC00397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_PnwW5-pPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m_tY31twXX8/s200/DSC00397.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184742414002070770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R0aG5-pSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qQJ_QhWWsf4/s1600-h/DSC00513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R0aG5-pSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/qQJ_QhWWsf4/s200/DSC00513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184897062889497890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all around silliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_Rz0m5-pRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yG8eRHt-W4Y/s1600-h/DSC00467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_Rz0m5-pRI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yG8eRHt-W4Y/s200/DSC00467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184896418644403474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as always, lots of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_P2Z25-pQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/W3UtxjlStZE/s1600-h/DSC00396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_P2Z25-pQI/AAAAAAAAAGU/W3UtxjlStZE/s200/DSC00396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184758520129430786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also noticed how much time i spend with mini me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R0425-pTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R1d1k10USLY/s1600-h/DSC00417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R0425-pTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/R1d1k10USLY/s200/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184897591170475314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk 2 this chick like every day, and i see her @ least 4 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;she's down for all of my crazy ideas and has a major thats even less demanding than mine!&lt;br /&gt;so yay for mini me! she helps keep my life interesting and positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who haven't seen this episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh0t82i2XBg7IFpivh"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh0t82i2XBg7IFpivh" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-760168833214515002?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/760168833214515002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=760168833214515002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/760168833214515002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/760168833214515002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/04/test-in-9-hoursbut-im-writing-in-my.html' title='test in 9 hours...but i&apos;m writing in my blog'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_PnwW5-pPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/m_tY31twXX8/s72-c/DSC00397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-171397808200165532</id><published>2008-03-26T14:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:26:19.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>didn't realize this needed to be said....</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i don't understand why some people can't understand that i don't like them.&lt;br /&gt;as much as i cant stand my school....there are a few of you that i don't wanna deal with THAT much. you are the reason i havent tried to transfer back to cali!&lt;br /&gt;i block you on myspace/facebook&lt;br /&gt;i dont answer your calls (i've changed your name in BOTH phones to DONT ANSWER)&lt;br /&gt;i read and DONT respond to your txts&lt;br /&gt;i block your screen names&lt;br /&gt;and yet some of you ignorant people still don't understand!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE ME ALONE&lt;br /&gt;FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO HARASS&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CONSIDER YOU A FRIEND, ASSOCIATE, &amp;&amp;&amp; IN MY MIND YOU NO LONGER EXIST&lt;br /&gt;that being said, &lt;br /&gt;don't think about me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask my friends how i'm doing,&lt;br /&gt;don't IM me, TXT me, CALL me, or DRIVE by my house to see if i've come back to cali&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna kick it with you, i don't care how you are doing, and i wish you would feel the same&lt;br /&gt;lastly, dont tell our mutual friends that we are cool if we aren't or that we got into a fight if we didn't. my name isn't dick so keep it out of ur mouth! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;have a nice life!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. erin i will post them by the weekend kk? {i was @ work till 12.45 last night and i'm supposed to get off @ 10} so stop tryin to put me on blast over the internet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-171397808200165532?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/171397808200165532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=171397808200165532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/171397808200165532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/171397808200165532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/03/didnt-realize-this-needed-to-be-said.html' title='didn&apos;t realize this needed to be said....'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8107637509643634820</id><published>2008-03-20T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:04:13.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>low key....</title><content type='html'>brandon told me about this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QbyDT9SOec&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3QbyDT9SOec&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8107637509643634820?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8107637509643634820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8107637509643634820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8107637509643634820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8107637509643634820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/03/low-key.html' title='low key....'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-2804949952301634620</id><published>2008-03-19T11:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:26:52.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break '08: the 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catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R-E_ALAKboI/AAAAAAAAACE/4OUH5JTuXDM/s1600-h/DSC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R-E_ALAKboI/AAAAAAAAACE/4OUH5JTuXDM/s200/DSC00018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179490318638804610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R-E_ArAKbpI/AAAAAAAAACM/bDQmuka8d0k/s1600-h/DSC00020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R-E_ArAKbpI/AAAAAAAAACM/bDQmuka8d0k/s200/DSC00020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179490327228739218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R-E_ArAKbqI/AAAAAAAAACU/8QNDZj8lbF0/s1600-h/DSC00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**censored**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll add a few more later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-2804949952301634620?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/2804949952301634620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=2804949952301634620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2804949952301634620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/2804949952301634620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-08-pics.html' title='spring break &apos;08: the pics'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R-E-_rAKbmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/R0hIM4qFLuU/s72-c/DSC00016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-7251183907964782647</id><published>2008-03-16T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:44:35.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break '08: the quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i cant exactly explain what happened, just know it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;instead of going over every day of the trip, im just going to post  some pics and give u guys ALL the best quotes...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black midget clowns.&lt;br /&gt;gorillas.&lt;br /&gt;no, we're not finding the sleeping african.&lt;br /&gt;Nneka Martin.&lt;br /&gt;i've had a bad experience with swans.&lt;br /&gt;canadian geese.&lt;br /&gt;i don't speak english, but i promise not to laugh at your spanish.&lt;br /&gt;ace take it to the face.&lt;br /&gt;smells like cheese.&lt;br /&gt;awww, she's crying.&lt;br /&gt;       no, she's having sex.&lt;br /&gt;kings card game.&lt;br /&gt;she shushed me, she definitely shushed me.&lt;br /&gt;fuck the transportation system,....and the TV. they dropped me off in east bum fuck.&lt;br /&gt;she has a 9 inch penis and 2 balls.&lt;br /&gt;       i'm mad you know how big her dick is.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna fuck on the dance floor, you'll slow grind on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;never have i ever spilled a drink on a fuckin coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;wait, you go streaking naked right?&lt;br /&gt;wait j. i can't see behind me, but is our door shut?!&lt;br /&gt;on some real shit, what i say, what i do...i'm trying to be intellectual.&lt;br /&gt;did you notice, when you close your eyes it does something weird?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm saucy, twisted, hammered, bent...all the fuckin acronyms. wait, thats wrong, i meant to say adjectives. (he meant synonyms)&lt;br /&gt;she's the type of girl who thinks she's on a pedestal, and its my duty in life to take her down from that shit.&lt;br /&gt;girl, honey.&lt;br /&gt;the open ass 21 questions game.&lt;br /&gt;mariaah speaking spanish when she's drunk&lt;br /&gt;and singing random ass songs in spanish and expecting everyone else to know them too.&lt;br /&gt;its like thai food...&lt;br /&gt;you were all bloody and bald eagle.&lt;br /&gt;michael talking to tank on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;cooking lunch and breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;why did you let them put a penis in my mouth?&lt;br /&gt;what is this the barak obama convention?&lt;br /&gt;you donkey hoes&lt;br /&gt;i'll slap your reggaetone ass.&lt;br /&gt;who the fuck slow grinds to nas? who tries to grind and the only thing that moves is his stomach?!?!&lt;br /&gt;     ....cuba gooding jr.&lt;br /&gt;random ass mazatlan tv&lt;br /&gt;i'm breathing.&lt;br /&gt;omg i love dolce de leche. its the key to my heart. give me enough dolce de leche and i'll marry you...well, maybe not marry              you, but i might give you head.&lt;br /&gt;who names their kids jack anymore?! wtf, its 2008.&lt;br /&gt;shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;no party, we have an airplane in the morning&lt;br /&gt;   whaa?!&lt;br /&gt;   oh, you need to be chilly, chilly, chilly.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew there was an HBCU socially worse than Hampton....then i met y'all.&lt;br /&gt;the only grape i eat is grapefruit.&lt;br /&gt;which one is male and female?! its an umbrella and a pipe. oh i thought it was a t and a check.&lt;br /&gt;lesbian luau...and a fun stick.&lt;br /&gt;good morning sexy&lt;br /&gt;i will fuck a mormon up.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have enough underwear for that&lt;br /&gt;can i be belligerent?! i'm lowkey belligerent... &lt;br /&gt;they were trying to not feed me. fuck you, feed me.&lt;br /&gt;feeling good, feeling great. feeling great, feeling good. how are you?&lt;br /&gt;lemon, lime... "lim", same thing.&lt;br /&gt;put it in your mouth!&lt;br /&gt;     who said that?!&lt;br /&gt;     no, he didnt...&lt;br /&gt;i think mexico makes my feet itchy...&lt;br /&gt;put me in the pocket!&lt;br /&gt;its cold as balls....cuddle?!&lt;br /&gt;"lemon drops" aka  body shots&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a fuckin cookie! she sprinkled mad sugar on me!&lt;br /&gt;construction workers gone wild...i need a hard hat.&lt;br /&gt;you guys, we are so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;that's not a football.&lt;br /&gt;he's not a tanner.&lt;br /&gt;are you fucking?!?...kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;u guys, i just realized that jumbo shrimp is an oxymoron.&lt;br /&gt;quadrouple saturation.&lt;br /&gt;north dakota and minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;thats shrimp shit...that's fucking disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;     more protein!&lt;br /&gt;you're the only bostonian in mazatlan...&lt;br /&gt;    i probably am!&lt;br /&gt;i know the deal, are you from boston?!&lt;br /&gt;     no...we're from canada.&lt;br /&gt;jason is a cracker stealer.&lt;br /&gt;kimora lee simmons, barak obama, kanye west, rosa parks, and raven simone all went on spring break together.&lt;br /&gt;la dada da da dada da da da da daaaaaa boooyahka!&lt;br /&gt;cheese!....queso!&lt;br /&gt;please don't lick his duck.&lt;br /&gt;im so mad we left your helmet.&lt;br /&gt;    i don't need a helmet, i PAST that grade.&lt;br /&gt;i ride the short blue bus&lt;br /&gt;     it matches your shirt.  &lt;br /&gt;     i was so thinking that too. you must be psychic.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't feel...but then again i could.&lt;br /&gt;it was like an orgasm and a piercing.&lt;br /&gt;im special from the neck down.&lt;br /&gt;i'm canadian, wanna fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;you wanna cuddle with me?!&lt;br /&gt;     i heard you! you don't know me that well...&lt;br /&gt;     i might be ugly, but i'm funny.&lt;br /&gt;i've been drunk for 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;i've been drunk for 8!!!&lt;br /&gt;i have to pee...&lt;br /&gt;im right here and everything else is like this *twirling motion*&lt;br /&gt;i have a canadian goose....in my pants&lt;br /&gt;i can be your daddy&lt;br /&gt;i get cuter the more drunk you get.&lt;br /&gt;where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;     heaven.&lt;br /&gt;the conversations about homosexuality and orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;we stay fly, no lie, you know this, bye bye mazatlan!&lt;br /&gt;con tetas&lt;br /&gt;mariaah speaking vietnamese as a flight attendant.&lt;br /&gt;wheres mariaah?&lt;br /&gt;    oh shes over there baking a cake.&lt;br /&gt;those guys behind us,....they're gymnists. ive never seen one in real life, only on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next post will have the pics...and no i will not elaborate on the meanings of the quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-7251183907964782647?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/7251183907964782647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=7251183907964782647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7251183907964782647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/7251183907964782647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-08-quotes.html' title='spring break &apos;08: the quotes'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-8122859035942483640</id><published>2008-02-26T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:58:05.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tues night updates</title><content type='html'>yesterday was another redic, outta the norm  day thats normal in my life. went to traffic school and then went to the PLASTICS sleepover. pina coladas, taboo, weed, movies, and those kids on campus you love to stare @ lol. it was jokes. refer to erins blog 2 see the pics....&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and its SNOWING! its soo pretty outside.&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, i posted the LONGEST survey i've ever taken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Have you ever faked sick?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i may have exaggerated a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What was the last lie you said?&lt;br /&gt;ummm im not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Have you ever cried during a movie?&lt;br /&gt;yep. i dont do that often tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Who was the last person you couldn't take your eyes off of?&lt;br /&gt;mr. moss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have you ever danced in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Have you ever been drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Have you ever tried drugs?&lt;br /&gt;ummm....define drugs. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 What's the farthest you've ever gone on a dare?&lt;br /&gt;ummm. i really don't remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Amber Royal McDonald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 What is your blood-type?&lt;br /&gt;something positive lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Have you ever been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;yes i have. not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 How old were you when you recieved your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;i dont remember lol. i tend to block a lot of things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Who was your first kiss?&lt;br /&gt;nobody important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 Have you ever had an online relationship?&lt;br /&gt;heck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Have you ever had phone-sex?&lt;br /&gt;what do i look like? a phone sex operator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Have you ever been rejected by a crush?&lt;br /&gt;yea. then i realized i could do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 What is your favourite sport to play?&lt;br /&gt;does tag count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 Have you ever made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;ha. yep. thats a throwback memory....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 Have you ever said sjhnikr&lt;br /&gt;say whaaaa???&lt;br /&gt;that  would be a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 What's your favorite childhood memory?&lt;br /&gt;umm barbies &amp; hide &amp; seek &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Is there anything that you have done that you regret?&lt;br /&gt;yea but im 97% over them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;me! only grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 What is your political persuassion?&lt;br /&gt;obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 Have you ever had cybersex?&lt;br /&gt;psh. def. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Do you believe in g-d?&lt;br /&gt;i believe in GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;of course i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Who was your first crush?&lt;br /&gt;the first one i remember is Gerrard Turner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Who do yo uhave a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;thats for me to kno. and everyone i talk to on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;the best person you will ever know. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 What are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Are you religious?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 What does your screen name mean?&lt;br /&gt;its an inside joke. erin thought i told this guy to call me "ms. royal if ya nasty"&lt;br /&gt;i didn't say that tho. it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 What person do you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;imelda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;tinnar. he was gorgeous. he looked like tyrese. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 What is the best compliment you have ever recieved?&lt;br /&gt;"you're cute, sexy, smart, beautiful smile, great hair, long hair (ha ha ha don't cut it), stylish, funny, cool, personable, class, outgoing, make me feel good, make me smile, not boring, exciting, fun to be around, easy going, inviting eyes, give good hugs, not ghetto, mature, complimentary to me in a ton of ways, would be able to fit in in any group setting....all of that + stuff that i cannot articulate correctly" &lt;br /&gt;yea that one still makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 What is the meanest thing anyone has said about you?&lt;br /&gt;people say things about me on a daily, i stopped remembering the worst of it. the worst things to me are the things that aren't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 What is the longest crush/relationship you have had?&lt;br /&gt;ummm longest relationship was 5 months....longest crush???? probably years, i dont count crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 What is your greatest strength?&lt;br /&gt;im loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 What is your greatest weakness?&lt;br /&gt;easily distracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 What is your perfect pizza?&lt;br /&gt;bbq chicken...yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 What is your first thought when waking up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;15 more mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 What is your first thought before you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 What college do you want to go to?&lt;br /&gt;psh i wanna graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 Do you get along with your family?&lt;br /&gt;yea...i don't bother them and they don't bother me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48 Do you play any instruments?&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49 What kind of music do you like?&lt;br /&gt;rap, r&amp;b, hip hop, pop, alternative.... everything but country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52 How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;4.....going on 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 Who makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;everyone....yes everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 Who would you want to be tied to for 24hours?&lt;br /&gt;tyson beckford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55 Have you ever seen a dead body?&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 Do you have a celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;tyrese, usher, tyson, CB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57 What is one thing scientists should invent?&lt;br /&gt;either a computer that types what u think orrrr a pill that makes u lose weight exactly where u want to lose in like a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58 Have you ever broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59 What happens after you die?&lt;br /&gt;u stop living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 Do you watch or read the news?&lt;br /&gt;yep. yesterday i watched the news in spanish with erin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61 What stereotype would you label yourself as being?&lt;br /&gt;i dont fit any stereotype. but ppl think im PLASTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62 Would your friends agree with that stereotypic label?&lt;br /&gt;haha yea! they have it too! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63 If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;br /&gt;i am happy with the name i was born with&lt;br /&gt;Lauren Amber Royal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64 If you could go back in time to one point in your life, where would you go&lt;br /&gt;elementary school. everything was so fun and care free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 If you could change anything about yourself, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i just wanna lose 15 lbs. im happy about everyhting else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 Have you ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;not yet. but im gonna be in mexico for a week....who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 Have you ever played strip poker?&lt;br /&gt;haha timmaaay wanted to play last thurs.....we told him no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68 Would you ever lie to someone to make them feel good about themselves?&lt;br /&gt;umm depends on the lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 What do you want your friends to think about you?&lt;br /&gt;i just want them to be as real with me as i am with them, regardless of what they think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 Whats the biggest argument you've ever gotten into?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. i try not to argue too much, but the few times i do, its kinda a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71 HAve you ever bitten someone?&lt;br /&gt;innocent until proven guilty....haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72 When's your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;11.15.88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;br /&gt;eh. i may have taken someone's breath away when i walked into a room. jk. &lt;br /&gt;that was cheesy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 Do you make wishes on shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75 Whats the most you've ever eaten in one sitting?&lt;br /&gt;we gets busy. yes. that IS my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76 If you could go back and change one day, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;imelda's birthday bbq in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77 Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i rarely remember the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78 Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79 Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80 Do you have any phobias?&lt;br /&gt;your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81 What's the meanest thing you've ever done to someone?&lt;br /&gt;me? do something mean??? thats crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82 Have you ever been to the hospital (other then birth)?&lt;br /&gt;yep. a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83 How many screen names do you have?&lt;br /&gt;2 aim, 1 msn, 1 yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84 Do any medical problems run in your family?&lt;br /&gt;probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85 Have anyone ever been disowned from your family?&lt;br /&gt;not that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86 Have you ever had a nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;yep. last year i had a nightmare about the same thing all year, every night for weeks and it gradually slowed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87 Do you say meaner things to your friends or your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;i say mean things to my friends about my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;but i gave that mean stuff up for lent so neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88 Would you ever participate in a threesome?&lt;br /&gt;im really ANTI-DIKE....so it would have to be with angelina jolie, jessica alba or stacy dash&lt;br /&gt;all other females are never getting touched or allowed to touch me in any lezbo way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89 Would you ever pay for a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 Have you ever mooned or flashed someone?&lt;br /&gt;theres no proof so it never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91 Have you ever cheated on your bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;yep. and then i broke it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92 Have you ever laughed so hard you peed in your pants?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i dont get THAT drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93 Have you ever written a love letter?&lt;br /&gt;yep. 4 pages. with a mix CD attached. and sealed with a kiss. im a sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94 Have you ever attempted suicide?&lt;br /&gt;hell no. i think suicide is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95 Do you prefer boxers or briefs?&lt;br /&gt;boxer briefs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96 Have you ever been in a fistfight?&lt;br /&gt;do i look like the fighting type? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97 Do you have any hidden talents?&lt;br /&gt;mayb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98 What is one thing you want me to know about you?&lt;br /&gt;who are u? and why do i want you 2 kno things about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 What is one question you wouldn't want me to ask?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't say that! dur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 Do you usually prefer books or movies?&lt;br /&gt;both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 Who is your favorite person to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;my boobulah. there are others but he's the #1 go to person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102 Who is always able to cheer you up when you're sad?&lt;br /&gt;my boobulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103 Would you ever have sex before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;im trying not to have sex.....celibacy is the key to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104 Who do you talk to most on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;umm its a mix of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105 Do you have a secret that yo'ure ashamed of?&lt;br /&gt;everyone has secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106 Do you prefer british or american spelling of words?&lt;br /&gt;as long as i can read it, i dont mind. grey and gray, color and colour, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107 Have you ever gotten detention?&lt;br /&gt;yep. i was NEVER on time to homeroom! i HATED detention with mr. Robinson! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108 How do you vent your anger?&lt;br /&gt;i drive fast, vent to brandon, ashley, my mom, my dad, my roomies or my clones, or i eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109 Have you ever been on a diet?&lt;br /&gt;yep. it never lasts long tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110 Would you ever date someone younger than you? Older than you?&lt;br /&gt;been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 Is your best friend a virgiN?&lt;br /&gt;one of em is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112 What's a rumor someone has spread about you?&lt;br /&gt;so many rumors, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113 What's the kinkiest thing you could ever actually see yourself as doing?&lt;br /&gt;a better question is, what could be so kinky that i wouldn't try it @ least once?&lt;br /&gt;not sayin im a hoe, but i AM a scorpio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114 What's the meanest thing anyone has ever done to you?&lt;br /&gt;ugh. it doesn't need to be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115 What's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;umm there have been a plethora of nice things...aki bought me a giant balloon for valentines day! thats the most recent nice thing i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116 Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental illness?&lt;br /&gt;heck no! im perfectly sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117 Have you ever cut yourself on purpose?&lt;br /&gt;hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118 Have you ever wanted to murder someone?&lt;br /&gt;not murder, just the usual, hit with a car, a bus, a train, a plane....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119 Have you ever hated someone?&lt;br /&gt;yea but i let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120 Do you prefer talking on the phone or online?&lt;br /&gt;i like to talk. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121 Do you consider yourself popular?&lt;br /&gt;haha. popular would mean that the people @ my school like me rii? then thats a no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122 Would you ever tell the person you have a crush on that you like them?&lt;br /&gt;if they told me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123 Have you ever had a crush on an enemy?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124 Have you ever had a crush on a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;yep. thats a bad idea. take my advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125 What is your favourite book?&lt;br /&gt;too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126 Do you have a collection of anything?&lt;br /&gt;shoes, books, nicknames.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127 Are you happy with the person you are becoming?&lt;br /&gt;yep. i love meee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128 Are you a different person now then you were 5 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;yes. 5 years ago i was 14, i was chunkier, i couldn't dress, my eyebrows were caveman-esque, and i was totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129 What do you see yourself as being in 5 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;happy &amp; successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130 Are you happy with the life you have?&lt;br /&gt;yep. things are looking up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-8122859035942483640?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/8122859035942483640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=8122859035942483640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8122859035942483640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/8122859035942483640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/02/tues-night-updates.html' title='tues night updates'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3123531020520135723</id><published>2008-02-24T16:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:27:54.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tooo much to add details.</title><content type='html'>so this has been a very FULL week and there is wayyy to much to give a detailed explination. here is the ultra condensed version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;monday:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wannabe concert 8-10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tim &amp; co 11.30-2&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with my snugglbum 2.30-4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deviance 10-11.40&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini me 12-3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work 4.30-10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study 10.30-4&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psych 5.30-8.30&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini me, twin, eliza 8.40-9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study 10-12.45&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deviance test 10-11.40&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bank, food, mii &amp; ak &lt;br /&gt;work 4.30-10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooka! mini me &amp; ace 10-11.45&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apt 12-1&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini me, ace, timmay &amp; co 1.30-8am&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair appt 10-11&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food &amp; laundry 12-2.30&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ticket 3-3.45&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twin 4-4.30&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work 5-8.30&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls night out 11-3&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep 3.30-4.17&lt;br /&gt;saturday:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work 5-10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blockbuser 10.30-10.45&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shower, clean my room, relax 11-1&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie night/morning/afternoon 2.30AM-2.45PM&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more details u gotta ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3123531020520135723?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3123531020520135723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3123531020520135723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3123531020520135723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3123531020520135723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/02/tooo-much-to-add-details.html' title='tooo much to add details.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3213598577140916832</id><published>2008-02-17T18:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:33:09.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>waste of gas &amp; impromptu snacks</title><content type='html'>so on friday i had to go to orientation for my job from 8.30am (i am NOT a morning person) till 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;it was long and annoying but i got thru it.&lt;br /&gt;after i went to talk to my boss about the schedule. she ends up asking me to work sat, sun, and tues.&lt;br /&gt;i worked sat and it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;i go in sunday and our restaurant is closed on sundays! so i went to work for no reason! &lt;br&gt; and this 45 yr old was tryin to take me out.&lt;br /&gt;he was like:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt; "are you married?"&lt;br&gt; "engaged"&lt;br&gt; "in love?"&lt;br&gt; "good. me either."&lt;br&gt; "i would love to take you out, can i take you bowling?" BOWLING?!?!?! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it doesn't have to be bowling, we can go hang gliding...or i can take you on the boat" &lt;br /&gt;the boat?????&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my boat." oh you have a boat....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; since i'm anti gold digger, i left as soon as i could without saying goodbye lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to drop off some belated valentines day candy to my friend. &lt;br&gt; he was hungry so we went to jack in the box and he  ordered a shake for me! {sweeeeeet}&lt;br&gt; he's a smart one because he has realized that the key to making me happy is thru sweets! then i went home and watched cheezy movies till &lt;i&gt;st. erin the great davinci &amp; duke ak von bach&lt;/i&gt; came home and we sat around laughing at each other.&lt;br&gt; what a lame weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3213598577140916832?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3213598577140916832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3213598577140916832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3213598577140916832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3213598577140916832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/02/waste-of-gas-impromptu-snacks.html' title='waste of gas &amp; impromptu snacks'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5035546385496431526</id><published>2008-02-14T21:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:26:52.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;pretty regular day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ran some errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i didn't eat as much sugar as i wanted to, but i DID wear red lol.&lt;br /&gt;aki gave me a balloon! and we gave erin one that talks!&lt;br /&gt; (go to her blog to see pics of HER balloon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was supposed 2 go out, but SOMEBODY works to much, so my valentines day plans are yet again postponed. in the meantime, i took a survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and we got aki to take pictures with us! &lt;b&gt;yay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAS7S2oI/AAAAAAAAABM/dr0FD57KJpo/s1600-h/IMG_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAS7S2oI/AAAAAAAAABM/dr0FD57KJpo/s200/IMG_2934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167057043278977666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAi7S2pI/AAAAAAAAABU/m_ug8NhVnko/s1600-h/IMG_2950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAi7S2pI/AAAAAAAAABU/m_ug8NhVnko/s200/IMG_2950.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167057047573944978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAi7S2qI/AAAAAAAAABc/bj-kyKqkpNE/s1600-h/IMG_2954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAi7S2qI/AAAAAAAAABc/bj-kyKqkpNE/s200/IMG_2954.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167057047573944994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAy7S2rI/AAAAAAAAABk/BoOK5Ln7e0w/s1600-h/IMG_2955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAy7S2rI/AAAAAAAAABk/BoOK5Ln7e0w/s200/IMG_2955.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167057051868912306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAy7S2sI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ism-XZO5OLI/s1600-h/IMG_2956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAy7S2sI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ism-XZO5OLI/s200/IMG_2956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167057051868912322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is there somebody in your life that you could not survive with out?&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's 3?&lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is the most beautiful person you know?&lt;br /&gt;all my friends are gorgeous. inside &amp; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is there someone you know you should hate, but you can't?&lt;br /&gt;no its the reverse for me, there are people i shouldn't hate and i'm trying really hard not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like someone as more than a friend right now?&lt;br /&gt;maybeeeee ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What does your 8th text say and who is it from?&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, and take the medication they gave me. and you knw wht they asked?? have u been kissing in a girl? lol"&lt;br /&gt;-rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How often do you talk to this person?&lt;br /&gt;umm we talk on random occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever lost anybody close to you?&lt;br /&gt;yes. more than one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anyone you trust even though you should not?&lt;br /&gt;not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever given your all to someone who walked away?&lt;br /&gt;ugh. yes. twice to the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Relationship or Hook-Up?&lt;br /&gt;relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Few close friends or many acquaintances?&lt;br /&gt;close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ever broken somebody else's?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever love someone that wasn't good for you?&lt;br /&gt;thats why my heart got broken. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How's your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;its almost completely healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;boss-rick ross f. t-pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What did you do yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all. it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is your most religious friend?&lt;br /&gt;im gonna say winterbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you trust with your life?&lt;br /&gt;my mom &amp; my best friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you could change your name to anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;the name i was born with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you hate about your Job?&lt;br /&gt;i have nowhere to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you move to another country to be with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;mayb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Name two things you would not tolerate in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;lack of attention &amp; being a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Which one of your friends do you think would make a good prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Are you afraid of falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;mayb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you stop talking to your friends because you hooked up with a new person?&lt;br /&gt;no. i might not see them AS often, but i wouldn't stop talking 2 them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is a goal you would like to accomplish in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;10. i'm 5'9 so i cant have itty bitty feet. that would look wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;jeans &amp; tank tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Righty or Lefty?&lt;br /&gt;righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite juice?&lt;br /&gt;white cranberry strawberry. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you had the chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;yep. 2nd grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you had a sore throat?&lt;br /&gt;yea, like 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Ever been in a fight with your pet?&lt;br /&gt;a fight with my pet? i used to play fight with my dog, but thats it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats up 36?&lt;br /&gt;its gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;none yet. probably gonna party like a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;yes. but i don't forget. and i hold grudges from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you talking to someone while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;kinda. i'm invading erin's room till her boo gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What school plays were you part of in school?&lt;br /&gt;ummmm. i think it was called the calico cat??? i don't remember much about it. and i used to do church plays for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you younger than 20?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever kissed someone who¹s name starts with a J?&lt;br /&gt;ugh. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;mayb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like winter?&lt;br /&gt;NO! after New Years i'm back in Lameville where its Anti-warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you like parties?&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like fruit?&lt;br /&gt;sounds like yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How clean is your room?&lt;br /&gt;pretty clean for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What are you excited for?&lt;br /&gt;cheap candy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Things you first notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you like talking on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;yep. i just like to talk. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5035546385496431526?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5035546385496431526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5035546385496431526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5035546385496431526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5035546385496431526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-night.html' title='valentines night.'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7UTAS7S2oI/AAAAAAAAABM/dr0FD57KJpo/s72-c/IMG_2934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-3931759305676195857</id><published>2008-02-14T12:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:52:11.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!</title><content type='html'>or single awareness day for you bitter people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'm just chillin' at school with davey since i dont have anythining else that i want to do until 3 when my pointless humanities class is. it will probably be cancelled...again.  &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i hope everyone has a great valentines day filled with sappy songs, lots of chocolate &amp;amp; candy, a dinner for 2 or a cheezy movie. theres nothing wrong with buying yourself some flowers or chocolate to make yourself feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i might not be back to post for awhile so hope everyone enjoys their day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-3931759305676195857?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/3931759305676195857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=3931759305676195857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3931759305676195857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/3931759305676195857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-5506795960193946063</id><published>2008-02-13T23:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:52:59.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 mins till valentines day</title><content type='html'>i just spent forever writing this post and filling out this uber long survey and it got deleted! &lt;div&gt;thats a sign that its time for me 2 go 2 sleep. when i wake up it will be valentines day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3340432835827390863-5506795960193946063?l=msellay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/feeds/5506795960193946063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3340432835827390863&amp;postID=5506795960193946063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5506795960193946063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3340432835827390863/posts/default/5506795960193946063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msellay.blogspot.com/2008/02/8-mins-till-valentines-day.html' title='8 mins till valentines day'/><author><name>ms.ellay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801264712527439208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R_R13G5-pUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WkwcWfZpHKw/S220/DSC00076_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3340432835827390863.post-933136069304943656</id><published>2008-02-13T15:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:26:52.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i already had another blog.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i didn't want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt; to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm deleting it and starting fresh with this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was going to wait until i got the 12gb camera my daddy said he ordered for me for Christmas, but since my dad has been so MIA and i haven't seen or heard from him, i think its a lost cause. &lt;br /&gt;moving on.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who were wondering ellay=LA. {aka my first initials, where i'm from and a pretty common nickname for me}&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats all for now. time to get ready for upcoming events....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7NnLS7S2kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uHXUluYqoio/s1600-h/images-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7NnLS7S2kI/AAAAAAAAAAw/uHXUluYqoio/s200/images-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166586641280850498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_muUDqlFhS7s/R7NnLi7S2lI/AAAAAAAAAA4/kPl_8PKDyH4/s1600-h/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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