<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543</id><updated>2012-01-28T03:07:34.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay! desitaylor:)</title><subtitle type='html'>Live in nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3929092285609605120</id><published>2011-02-13T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:41:03.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRQy1vy8Kig/TVijobVCLYI/AAAAAAAAASw/8kk68br_DKY/s1600/newhope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRQy1vy8Kig/TVijobVCLYI/AAAAAAAAASw/8kk68br_DKY/s320/newhope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573384453797064066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post in goodness knows how long.  The only things new:&lt;br /&gt;1) My New Years Resolution is to be more socially like the person I was Freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have grown and am growing much closer to God. :)  My grandmothers heart breaking death has brought me the most fulfilling life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3929092285609605120?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3929092285609605120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3929092285609605120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3929092285609605120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3929092285609605120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2011/02/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yRQy1vy8Kig/TVijobVCLYI/AAAAAAAAASw/8kk68br_DKY/s72-c/newhope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8666855519600398684</id><published>2010-07-13T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T11:41:32.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/TDyzUv8nfFI/AAAAAAAAASY/hV0HJ3zfaEI/s1600/cried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/TDyzUv8nfFI/AAAAAAAAASY/hV0HJ3zfaEI/s320/cried.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493462814534630482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8666855519600398684?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8666855519600398684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8666855519600398684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8666855519600398684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8666855519600398684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/07/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/TDyzUv8nfFI/AAAAAAAAASY/hV0HJ3zfaEI/s72-c/cried.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3542241100372000733</id><published>2010-07-08T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:42:51.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desitaylor loves you so much</title><content type='html'>That she is posting from her iPod Touch, which is a lot harder and more irritating than one would think. But I have news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spending the day/night at some hotel in Scottsdale with my friends Megan and Lindsay! &lt;3 Hopefully I'll become a shade or two darker by the end of it all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAIN reason for my update is because of my wonderful boyfriend! Thanks to him I have come into the ownership of a flip video camera and have finally activated my dailybooth.com accout and will be taking pictures starting Sunday! Because that is when I will have a computer next. For those of you who don't know what the site is, the object is to take a picture of yourself every single day for a year, then you and the rest of the interwebbing world can watch how you've changed over the course of a year. It came at THEE perfect time, I've realized, because now I'm capturing my senior year. I start this summer and by the time it's over I'll be heading off to college. Kinda bittersweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading off, this little bit has taken about a half hour to type on this silly screen and I need That '70s Show and some beauty rest. Get back to you soon! And with a dailybooth link ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3542241100372000733?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3542241100372000733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3542241100372000733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3542241100372000733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3542241100372000733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/07/desitaylor-loves-you-so-much.html' title='desitaylor loves you so much'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-818834266577601575</id><published>2010-06-18T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:16:33.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been thinking about posting for a while</title><content type='html'>but only just now did it occur to me JUST how long it's been.&lt;br /&gt;Ridic. Lo siento.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m officially the palest Lifeguard at Big Surf.  Bronchitis has prevented me from working so even though I am slightly tan, I'm blindingly white compared to my coworkers... even QUINN is darker than me. It's just embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap.  I'm wearing my black Homecoming shirt from my Junior year and it's practically gray colored right now because of how much of Dutchess' white fur is all over it.  Sexay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dutchess, she's using the litter box next to me right now.  Just like she always does whenever I have to be on the computer for longer than a few minutes.  What a wonderful life I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really kind of digging how every paragraph I have is about the same length.  I'm going to see if I can keep it going throughout the entire post.  Because that would be very interestingly cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NOT HAD COFFEE SINCE SUNDAY!  Now, pick your jaws up off your laps.  Okay.  I just wake up at like 8 or 9 and no one makes any coffee for me and I'm too lazy to do it myself :( maybe I will today.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Toy Story 3 this morning at midnight with Ciara, Sam and Brianna! It was awesome, there were so many teens in there it was ridiculous.  And it's not even like there was a bunch of nerdy teens, but cool kids like me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick thought:  Did any of you realize Andy grew up with people at my age?  Even if Andy was 17 (my age) but going to college (like some of you) as he was in this movie, SOMEHOW he was going through life at the same rate you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what still entrances and entices us today with the Disney movies we watched so long ago.  They're totally not aimed at our age group but somehow we could watch them for hours on end.  Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was sooo awesome!  It most definitely was a long overdue end to the best Pixar story of all time.  I cried my eyes out at the end because it was so sad, though :(  overall it was happy, it just tugs at your heart strings. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shawn of the Dead just came on after the Colbert Report.  I'm listening to Liz break up with Shawn right now.  It's kind of strange.  Because it feels like I should be typing what they're saying.  But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn and I are going to the Science Center and the As You Wish :) Science today and AYW tomorrow.  Actually, we're going to this place called Creative Hands but no one knows that that is.  So I say As You Wish that way you know what we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably get out of my jammies and into my real people clothes.  But not right now.  I'm content with typing in my clover boxers and Homecoming shirt :) even though they don't match and it's getting on my nerves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paid today!  Yay!  I still haven't cashed my Big Surf check.  Or gotten the other one that's waiting there for me.  But those are going towards saving for my car.  Because I'm responsible! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week I was hanging out with Simon.  We watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince because he hadn't seen it.  He kept calling Dumbledore "Gandalf" or "Dumbledalf." Pissed me off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to look up how to spell "Gandalf" by the way.  Thought it was "Gandolph." :) So not LOTR savvy. Anywho, he even posted a picture of G on my Facebook to piss me off.  There's a link to my FB up there ^ if you wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a pretty good job at keeping my paragraphs roughly the same size.  I'm adding some stuff to stories I would normally leave out, but they're halping with the length.  So enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to close up this post and head out.  I haven't started making coffee yet but I will.  Like right now.  I just need to say bye and stop talking. Bye and stop talking! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-818834266577601575?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/818834266577601575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=818834266577601575' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/818834266577601575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/818834266577601575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/06/ive-been-thinking-about-posting-for.html' title='I&apos;ve been thinking about posting for a while'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-942513351408437109</id><published>2010-04-14T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:08:56.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hips Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>I love that song :) not only is it upbeat and AMAZING, but it reminds me of my best fraann! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been SO busy lately, I hope I can remember everything to tell you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 90% ready for Prom.  I still need earrings. :)  And I am SO EXCITED for Prom!  The newspaper lay out is shaping up fabulously and I LOVE IT.  And the whole, limo/dinner/dance thing is cool too.  Ya know, fasho. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitty is the cutest EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUINN'S NIPPLE UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;His nipples hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Sad daaay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're debating - oh, I'm sorry, ARGUING because we have to ARGUE in an essay - Obama's Health Care Reform.  I am pwning.&lt;br /&gt;Jus' sayin'!&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at my FORMSPRING (link above) if you'd like to see some of it.  It's practically a political forum now.&lt;br /&gt;Coo-coo-cachoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting Quinn's suit tomorroworthenextday YAAAYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, for Prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elbow hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a week off from work, which is cool, because LIFEGUARD TRAINING IS NEXT WEEK! WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Go Big Surf :)  I am incomprehensibly excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I want to rush a Sorority at ASU?  Well, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In choir we are singing:&lt;br /&gt;- Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing (pretty)&lt;br /&gt;- Shine On Me (Like they do at Baptist churches)&lt;br /&gt;- Seasons of Love (Wooo!)&lt;br /&gt;- Don't Stop Believein' as done by Glee (WOOOOOOWOOOOWOOOWOOOO!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY want a solo this time, but I think Ubrig might ruin the solos.  She seems to want each time a solo starts in SOL (it's slightly different than in the movie) a different singer to sing it.  So like three girls and two guys.  When it should be one girl and one guy.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;But the GLEEEE song had better not be that way!  There should be ONE male and ONE female - not sayin' I should be the female, I'd like to be, but that's not my reason.  My reason is because that song is going to sound SO DUMB if there's all these different voices and variations and trills and static notes and it's just gonna be awful.  It's a gamble to bring it up - if there are multiple solos, I just might get one, if there is only one, who knows? - but it HAS to be done.  You just can't ruin that song.  Just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theatre I am rehearsing in my beautiful dress :) and no, I have not taken a picture in it yet.  I am gonna go it the day of so that way I'm all done up and it looks supercool. :)&lt;br /&gt;My scenes are coming together now, it seems, and my monologue has had major work done to it. :) I have different voices for every character in every bit or work, it's gonna be AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to sing with the special choir tonight.  I did during third hour too, it's "We Are The World" by Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I love my kitty. :)&lt;br /&gt;I just took time to pet her. :)&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-942513351408437109?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/942513351408437109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=942513351408437109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/942513351408437109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/942513351408437109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/04/hips-dont-lie.html' title='Hips Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-2175478288288519664</id><published>2010-03-25T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T17:52:32.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a Formspring</title><content type='html'>And I TOTALLY LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avert your eyes up and left and click :) I looove being asked all the questions!&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;SATISFY MY ADDICTION!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am making major progress in Journalism. :)&lt;br /&gt;Taking on a lot more responsibility, like my sections - Arts &amp; Entertainment - two page spread, the design of the prom paper center spread and working with the computer people who will be making the website for MHS Shade online!  Now all my fabulous readers can read my blog and my articles. :)&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to get EIC again next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE PERFORMANCE THEATER!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Shakespeare Festival dress came in!  The arms need to be hemmed - the sleeves were RIDICULOUSLY too large - and then it's allll minee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting tan once again!  Spring Break brought fun in the sun with the love of my life and this Friday will too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIGSURF,IAMSOEXCITED!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a water proof digital camera.  Add that to my Little Lust List.&lt;br /&gt;'kay, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally intend to rush the Greek system at ASU :)&lt;br /&gt;I got interested from this show I watch, Greek, and I decided to look up more about the Greek system.  I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;If any of you reading this know anything about the sororities at ASU, do tell :) so far I have gone online and seen the SITES, but I think we all know those things can be very misleading as to what REALLY goes on in the houses.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm interested in Alpha Chi Omega, Alpha Phi, and ESPECIALLY Chi Omega.  That's just from the sites.  My opinion may change in a year when I actually rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutchess is being a trouble maker.  She broke a vase and bit me hard AND harshly attacked my leg all in one day.  Naughty little kitten.  I'm pretty sure she's stopped growing, though. :) still baby sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah!  So I am really excited for prom!  I've had my dress/shoes for a whiiile now, like, months.  I know exactly how I want to do my hair and make up and NOW I know we're getting a limo with our friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M SO EXCITED TO BE ASKED!  Quinn has known how he's gonna do it since the beginning of the year, so I'm positive it's going to be amazing!  Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at that, I think I'll go check my Formspring.&lt;br /&gt;You should too! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, shamelessly whoring my account.  Whatever, you know you love me still!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-2175478288288519664?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2175478288288519664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=2175478288288519664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2175478288288519664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2175478288288519664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-got-formspring.html' title='I got a Formspring'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3988605034259842854</id><published>2010-03-15T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:05:43.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S56vMPu7boI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2h3Tr-dEy7Y/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S56vMPu7boI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2h3Tr-dEy7Y/s320/boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448985224081534594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3988605034259842854?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3988605034259842854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3988605034259842854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3988605034259842854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3988605034259842854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S56vMPu7boI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2h3Tr-dEy7Y/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-2092131124712072782</id><published>2010-03-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:03:32.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A BRUNETTE</title><content type='html'>Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically back to square one with my hair... brown, only tons of damage to my poor hair later.&lt;br /&gt;Because my luck sucks, the one physical quality I care so much about HAD to be damaged.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just gonna let the sun bleach it out now, less damage and that's how I did it last time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hate this color.  It doesn't look bad, but it's not what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I work a ton this week (yaaay!).&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST TURNED IN MY APPLICATION AT BIG SURF!!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;So excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finally have my complete Renaissance outfit.  Luckily I love my blog readers, so HERE is the only place you'll see a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S56s1x4wfZI/AAAAAAAAASI/I5Suxe6uVNY/s1600-h/renai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S56s1x4wfZI/AAAAAAAAASI/I5Suxe6uVNY/s320/renai.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448982639089319314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not get to see the shoes or the brooch of my great-grandmothers that I'm wearing with it, however, until I actually don the dress.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference between my dress and the picture is that my sleeves will be different.  There will not be any lace coming out of the bottom and it'll stop at my elbows.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugh, nothing has gone on lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice in Wonderland SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;It would have been OKAY if Tim Burton hadn't made the STUPID mistake of pulling a sixth grade move and putting the retarded dance Mad Hatter does after the war in there.&lt;br /&gt;He sealed the "this movie sucks" deal when Alice did it later.&lt;br /&gt;STUUUUPID!&lt;br /&gt;And if any of you disagree, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pepper is mmm, delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH breaks are so BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your break in a comment and we will discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to tell you all more interesting things after break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-2092131124712072782?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2092131124712072782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=2092131124712072782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2092131124712072782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2092131124712072782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-brunette.html' title='I&apos;M A BRUNETTE'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S56s1x4wfZI/AAAAAAAAASI/I5Suxe6uVNY/s72-c/renai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-338268817999488045</id><published>2010-02-22T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:17:53.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to me...</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-338268817999488045?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/338268817999488045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=338268817999488045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/338268817999488045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/338268817999488045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy birthday to me...'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6470414930472041307</id><published>2010-02-21T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T13:05:30.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S4GgEtSkZbI/AAAAAAAAASA/d3w5dSyI_L8/s1600-h/metoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S4GgEtSkZbI/AAAAAAAAASA/d3w5dSyI_L8/s320/metoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440805827577669042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6470414930472041307?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6470414930472041307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6470414930472041307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6470414930472041307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6470414930472041307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-secret-of-week_21.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S4GgEtSkZbI/AAAAAAAAASA/d3w5dSyI_L8/s72-c/metoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6620388840915877370</id><published>2010-02-15T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:41:34.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3mHR4OEK1I/AAAAAAAAARI/UrtAAykTAE8/s1600-h/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3mHR4OEK1I/AAAAAAAAARI/UrtAAykTAE8/s320/77.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526766245489490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6620388840915877370?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6620388840915877370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6620388840915877370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6620388840915877370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6620388840915877370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/02/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3mHR4OEK1I/AAAAAAAAARI/UrtAAykTAE8/s72-c/77.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7348435025569774918</id><published>2010-02-15T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:34:54.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you did not see Chris' comment,</title><content type='html'>here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hazaa musical! Btw ur songs are&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5 (Duet with austin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain lines in:&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow - Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;Move Along - All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Everyone Cared - Nickelback (lots of lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i think were revamping it as a stage production...well see when all is done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, he was not listening to me as I bombarded him with questions to post on my bloggy-blog-blog, but there is the information right from the horses mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentleman, my writer. (cheers of "HAAAAAAHHH!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick :(&lt;br /&gt;I have SOME stuffy nose issues but mostly "my-throat-is-so-sore-I-talk-really-funny" issues.  It doesn't hurt so terribly, but it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Here is my list of times it would suck to be sick:&lt;br /&gt;- Your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;- Your wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;- The day your choir has its concert (TESSA).&lt;br /&gt;- The day you perform lead role in a play/musical.&lt;br /&gt;- The day you're trying to pitch how ________ medicine REALLY works!&lt;br /&gt;- Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;- V-Day/Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;- On your first date with the someone of your hormone-ridden dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No update on Quinn's nipples.  He's kept them on the DL, especially while I'm updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Quinn!  And kind of speaking of Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Since I worked on the big Day, Quinn and I kind of had a V-Day weekend, including later on today. :)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, after his hair cut, we went to Genghis Grill - yummm - and watched Harry Potter!&lt;br /&gt;Then the lovely Megan came over while Quinn went to the gym and she gave me pink hair!  Ha ha ha, not my whole head, just a strip near my right ear.  Which was supposed to be a reddish purple but came out pink, so I just rolled with it.  I may or may not have a picture of my hair on Facebook by the time you all read this.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Q.  On the 14th, I worked, he hiked and then we went out to dinner with my dad.  Today, he rehearses, I clean, then I think we're going to see Valentines Day the movie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cows go mooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seventeen in seven days!  How special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I'm currently loving:  "Two Is Better Than One" and "Hey, Soul Sister."&lt;br /&gt;Definitely just paused to sing along to "Two Is Better Than One."&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my life isn't so interesting lately.  I'll be off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7348435025569774918?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7348435025569774918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7348435025569774918' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7348435025569774918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7348435025569774918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-did-not-see-chris-comment.html' title='If you did not see Chris&apos; comment,'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5547354506155356878</id><published>2010-01-31T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:36:21.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me grab my coffee.</title><content type='html'>Yet again, you never notice the lapse in time like I do.  By the way, when I say I'm going away to do something, I really do do it (ha ha, "do do"), I don't just type out all this stuff for funsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Quinn DID give me crap about mentioning his boobies on my blog. (I love you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube Musical!  Si, mi amigos, I am going to be in one.  Some of you already know this, others had no idea until I just broke the story on my blog.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;It's similar to Moulin Rouge! in the sense that it takes pre-existing songs and revolutionizes them.  I don't think it has a name yet, or I would tell you.  It's still in script-writing phase.  What I can tell you is I play an older woman who gets into vicious fights with her husband (played by my friend Austin) and with said husband, she has a son named Jason who is a main character.  She cheats on her husband with this kid named Sean (real-life name) and she's somewhat crazy in the sense that she has a lot of problems and should probably be seeing a psychiatrist... (SPOILER ALERT!) She ends up killing herself.  I sing two songs, one Evanescence from one of her earlier albums and a Maroon 5 from Songs About Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact:  Songs About Jane were literally songs about Adam's girlfriend, Jane.  Before the band took the name Maroon 5, they were called Kara's Flowers, another girlfriend of Adam's who he gave flowers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of YouTube, I've been told I should make the switch to vlogging, to which I say:  sort of.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't make sense, does it?  Well, it will.&lt;br /&gt;I want to vlog, but I could never leave my blog.  I'd have to keep up with both, which I will do if I had the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;What is this opportunity, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends, I need a webcam.  Once upon a time I bought one and it didn't work, so I am no longer investing my money into them.  If you would like to see me vlog on my YouTube account (desitayor), you may consider purchasing me one for my birthday, February 22.  I'm already asking my 'rents for one, but my step-mom probably won't agree to it.&lt;br /&gt;Sort of makes sense now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;(If it doesn't make sense to you, don't say anything.  I will merily think thoughts about the caliber of your education and ability to comprehend my mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWWWWEEEEEOOOOOOOOH!  Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new bed at my dads.  It's a twin bed :) it's pretty.  It has shelves and drawers and orange sheets!  Orange sheets to go with my blue and purple blankets and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah, my dad keeps telling me to do the dishes before I go to work in 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Either he has Alzheimer’s or he's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw When In Rome this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make the same mistake.&lt;br /&gt;I heard Nine was bad too. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caw!  I have not been on Facebook in like a week.  Myspace in probably a month.  Ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm running out of things to say.  Besides, there's a bag of melted snow next to me and I have dishes to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5547354506155356878?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5547354506155356878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5547354506155356878' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5547354506155356878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5547354506155356878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-let-me-grab-my-coffee.html' title='Just let me grab my coffee.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5225804845878000719</id><published>2010-01-31T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:16:05.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S2W6Pug4YpI/AAAAAAAAARA/h5QdI8XxZ_M/s1600-h/desparate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S2W6Pug4YpI/AAAAAAAAARA/h5QdI8XxZ_M/s320/desparate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432953304839119506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5225804845878000719?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5225804845878000719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5225804845878000719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5225804845878000719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5225804845878000719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/postsecret-of-week.html' title='PostSecret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S2W6Pug4YpI/AAAAAAAAARA/h5QdI8XxZ_M/s72-c/desparate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8153584005754397598</id><published>2010-01-18T12:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:16:13.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to shower</title><content type='html'>but I won't do it until tonight.  I'm pulling my hair into rollers for school tomorrow and I refuse to walk around the house in them.  My dad is not kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Quinn's tits are hard.  He shared with me, I'll share with you.&lt;br /&gt;But I have a feeling I'll get crap for it later, once he reads that I shared this.  Or maybe not now, because I mentioned the crap-giving too.&lt;br /&gt;WE WILL SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I need water.  Be right back.&lt;br /&gt;What's miraculous is that you guys don't notice the lapse in time like I do.  Because you're reading this.  But then again, I get to know what this all says before any of you do, and I always know what kind of story is up next.  Well, usually.  Sometimes I remember something and interject it when I hadn't intended on it in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm desitaylor and I'm a talkaholic.&lt;br /&gt;HI, DESI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, the tips of my nails look like Dorothy's Ruby Red slippers (ahem, red and glittery).  I'm contemplating showing them to the school nurse, but I think it's too creepy.  And weird.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I LIKE THEM! I keep tapping my fingers together and saying, "There's no place like home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday Quinn and I went to the gym!  I worked out!  I'm feelin' pretty good.  My muscles aren't sore anymore, that's probably why.&lt;br /&gt;And then we went swimming!  Excellent to do in January, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;(It was an indoor pool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These parenthesis are doing an excellent job at conveying my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he and I watched Charlie Bartlett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure my hand is okay now.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, water is so satisfying.  I'm doing my laundry!  I have clean clothes!  Well, at one house.  The laundry to do at my mothers house is piling up for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Quinn and I Got QT and Arby's and he watched some tele with me before he went over to the Turilli's home to watch the Cards.  (BTW, I'm not British nor am I attempting to be.  I hate the word T.V. and television became too long for my thumbs to text every time so I've picked up on just calling it tele, with an American accent.)  Then I ran some errands, watched some more tele, and waited to hang out with Ryan!  But a friend called and needed an amigo and the same thing happened to Ryan, so we decided to cancel. (Lowercase "cancel" is a weird word to spell.)  But then, after my friend and I almost got hit by a car (that in a minute) and ate some stew, Ry-ry was lonely so we paid him a visit!  It was an even better night than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiotic teenage girls in an SUV decided it would be a good idea to pull out of a neighborhood in front of a car twenty feel away from them (with me in it) going 45 MPH.  They pulled out so I swerved to avoid them and honked (those who have ever driven with me know I'm a fan of my horn).  I think they were intending to take the (improper) outside lane but I was too close for that to be a safe bet.  Anyway, I ended up in the middle of the road, they ended up in the CORRECT lane that they COULD HAVE HAD if they had just been PATIENT...  And they were laughing with the windows down.  I kept my fingers to myself, which I am very proud of, but kept my tongue in my cheek when they stopped juuust out of my sight when we both hit the next red light.  Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, Avatards.&lt;br /&gt;Avatards = banner on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not taking math anymore!  I'm taking Journalism instead.  I'm taking Math online because a mysterious force changed my schedule from Math with Brabec to Journalism with Zona.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.  Just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry beckons!&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you all to say the word "bacon" with a Jamacian accent.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8153584005754397598?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8153584005754397598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8153584005754397598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8153584005754397598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8153584005754397598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-need-to-shower.html' title='I need to shower'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8768561957578536733</id><published>2010-01-18T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:45:37.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S1TIabSuAtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2TJ2RhasTag/s1600-h/bro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S1TIabSuAtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2TJ2RhasTag/s320/bro2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428183807216714450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8768561957578536733?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8768561957578536733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8768561957578536733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8768561957578536733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8768561957578536733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S1TIabSuAtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2TJ2RhasTag/s72-c/bro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4719094289454419277</id><published>2010-01-12T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:30:12.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My school is infested with cockroaches.</title><content type='html'>Not really.  But I did see two dead ones in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;Unusual and gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You (few) guys who read this are lucky I love you.  Whenever I update at my dads house I do so without any sort of spell check and I have to type the whole thing in the blog, copy it into a Word document, correct mistakes made (but I don't make mistakes.  Mmhmm.) and re-paste here.&lt;br /&gt;And before some smarty calls/comments and tells me that I could just type it in Word in the first place, here is my response:  IT'S JUST NOT THE SAME!&lt;br /&gt;The whole blog vibe just evaporates and I feel like I'm talking to myself, which is not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON!&lt;br /&gt;I miss this blog.  I'm going to try to update weekly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, so guess what?  You know how Twilight lovers are called Twihards and Glee lovers are called Gleeks?  Well, yes, they are.  Do you know what Avatar fans are called?&lt;br /&gt;Avatards.&lt;br /&gt;You read it right, Avatards.&lt;br /&gt;Holy hell, my life just got better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that is the first and probably last time you will see the name of that disgrace of a book/movie on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee itches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of movies, all six of you that read this need to go see &lt;u&gt;Everybody's Fine&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Charlie Bartlett.&lt;/u&gt;  In that order.  Unless you've already seen Charlie Bartlett, in which case, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should record myself talking as I write these things, it'd probably be a lot more funny than you guys just seeing the stuff I write down.  Because I say a lot more than I write.  And yes, I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should not be drinking Diet Dr. Pepper this late at night.&lt;br /&gt;But I aammm! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn update!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Build-A-Bear for a date and he made my teddy and I made his. :)  They're adorable, some pictures are on Facebook.  Well, ONE is.  Too unmotivated to upload anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;And before that we went to Jump Street and I hurt my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER reason you should be happy I do this!!!  My hand is KILLING me, but I'm updating.&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEEEE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm spoiling the last episode.&lt;br /&gt;Emma and Shue kiss!!!!  Oh, sweet Jesus corn. I am SO happy.&lt;br /&gt;AND FINN!!  Dumped QUINN!  Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New phone, Alias II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need lip balm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so boring :(  I have nothing to saayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK!  Work is awesome, work is good. :)  I work at Albertsons if I didn't tell you anywhere else in this blog.  I work with Ryan and Eric!&lt;br /&gt;"And we're the three best friends that anybody could have!&lt;br /&gt;We're the three best friends that anyone could have!&lt;br /&gt;We're the three best friends that anyone could have!&lt;br /&gt;And we've never, ever, ever, ever, ever leave each other!"&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's an excellent note to exit on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4719094289454419277?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4719094289454419277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4719094289454419277' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4719094289454419277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4719094289454419277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-school-is-infested-with-cockroaches.html' title='My school is infested with cockroaches.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-2660485526661806753</id><published>2009-11-18T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:52:08.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable.</title><content type='html'>I think this is the longest I've gone without updating.&lt;br /&gt;My sincerest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;In The Shade news!  I'm officially a "Freelance writer."&lt;br /&gt;So sad :(  next year my status will hopefully be higher.  I write one or two articles for each paper, usually the center spread or front page stuff - I revolve around the theme for the paper.  I'm writing a Christmas article now and am working on one in leau of Big Brother.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEnteresting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Coloradooo!  I'm so excited, it's been nearly forever (1.5 years) since I've seen mi familia.  And not to mention the wonderful snow, snow, snow!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my future home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you know ANYTHING about me by know, you know about my mint addiction.&lt;br /&gt;Now, be sure you're sitting securely, ladies and gentlemen, if you have a seat belt I suggest putting it on, this news WILL rock your world. &lt;br /&gt;(Probably.)&lt;br /&gt;I say the BIGGEST bag of mints in my life!!!  The normal sized bag has 11 servings in it... THIS THIS HAS SEVENTY SIX!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That's almost SEVEN TIMES AS MANY for those of you who are not math friendly!&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow.  Dear Barbara.  Sweet niblits.&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't care.  But I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rearranged my room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not describing it, sorry.  If you want to see it, you can come on over. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitty. :)&lt;br /&gt;She's so cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T HANDLE IT SOMETIMES!  She's this perfect little hyper being who jumps up my walls and gives really hard love bites and sleeps on my feet! :D  You know the song "I Can't Get Enough Of You Baby?"&lt;br /&gt;Totally. Applies.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cry when I leave her every Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know how I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I've missed blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLEE IS WONDERFUL AND ON IN &lt;10 MINUTES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I love cooking.  Just ask the Simons, I've cooked dinner and lunch and dessert at their house so many times it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Invite me over, I'll cook for you too ;)&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO, BEFORE SOMEONE SAYS SOMETHING, I'm a really good cook.  Really good.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASVAB test tomorrow... I'm curious to see if this test agrees with me Majoring in Journalism and Minoring in PoliSci or not. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thespian Friday and Saturday!  Woot-woot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Except for my character!   Whom I'll tell you about next time because GLEE IS ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-2660485526661806753?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2660485526661806753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=2660485526661806753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2660485526661806753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2660485526661806753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/11/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6320641425071959959</id><published>2009-09-24T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:19:18.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SrxSzo96nFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/c_kcxpnQeMQ/s1600-h/blogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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As in, I say the letter "R" and then "tard."  Instead of "Retard."  Well!  No se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I've been basically feeding the Simons.  I'm over at their house ALL THE TIME (even now!) and I make them food (even now!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Journalism 7th hour. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I have two article assignments!  One for Sports and one for Homecoming.  Anywho, I took a test in math today and after that I went :) for a half hour. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF ZONA!&lt;br /&gt;ZacK Tillman officially has a Zona beard. :) Which would be a chin-strap mixed with a goatee.  It's amazing.  Wildcats will see it on Monday 'cause he has to keep it till then to show the Z man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing "Spirit Fridays."&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday I wear MHS pride. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I try to go to the games... When they're not too far or in too much of a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a mint craving presently.  It's making it hard to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;None of you know this because you didn't have to experience the 34 hours of neglecting to finish this blog, but I took a mint break. :)&lt;br /&gt;I went to Marketside and got mints.&lt;br /&gt;Came back, and did Lindsay's hair.&lt;br /&gt;And went to ZacK's house to watch Glee.&lt;br /&gt;And only now, Sunday morning, am I finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been inconveniently short, but life has had short explanations lately and I do have to go to church.  So, ta-ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4826401348506113166?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4826401348506113166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4826401348506113166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4826401348506113166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4826401348506113166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-time.html' title='Blog time!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4168616850459018737</id><published>2009-08-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:58:08.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SpoU6DTDcEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/NB9cdz6_j3U/s1600-h/ProstatCancerAwarenessMonth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Aw :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 Hour Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;With Mr. Brimhal.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't his name sound like it's from a movie or something?  As if it's not real?  But it is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the week with him was backwards, as I'll explain.  The very first day we do a lab and have a lab write up due the next day for home work.  Then, we read some chapters and present our definitions and blah, blah, blah, and then finally, at the END (note, END) of the week, he decides to give out the syllabus and little papers for my parents to sign and mandatory class supplies.&lt;br /&gt;...  After I'd already bombarded my mom and dad with papers and finished "Back-To-School" shopping!  SO NOT COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Gar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Hour Concert Choir.&lt;br /&gt;With Ubrig and Coffey.&lt;br /&gt;AND WITH THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE EVER!&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay and Tessa and Caitlin and COLEY-WOLEY and Conner and Nina and Carlito Bandito and AHHH!  I think my head's gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;We got assigned out sections (yours truly is a Soprano, of course), and we sight read/sang a Hebrew piece we're doing.  It's so pretty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Hour AP English&lt;br /&gt;With Mrs. Stafford.&lt;br /&gt;She's so awesome!  And she's very articulate and loves shoes.  We're learning about arguing and she showed us video clips of arguments on YouTube so we could analyze their arguing tactics and she showed us a bunch of clips from "A Few Good Men"&lt;br /&gt;... and one from "LEGALLY BLONDE!"&lt;br /&gt;Agh!  If you know anything about me, you can see why I already adore and appreciate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Hour Advanced Theater&lt;br /&gt;With B.&lt;br /&gt;We've read "The Merry Wives of Windsor" ALL WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want the part of little Anne Page.  But I'm going to list Mistress Page (my second choice) along with Anne on the "Preferred Parts" line on my audition slip, so it doesn't seem like I will only take one part.&lt;br /&gt;If I get Nym or something, I'd be just as stoked!  If I even get cast. :/&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me to break a leg! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I must say, every class I have is with pretty much ALL the same people.  I always have from my previous hour walking me to my next hour and such.  It's great.&lt;br /&gt;I'm never all by my lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Hour AP History (Not lunch :()&lt;br /&gt;With Paulson&lt;br /&gt;I'll be frank.  She's kinda monotone, but the stuff we're learning about is so interesting, I'm staying awake.  It's US and AZ history, just so ya know.  We're note-taking and lecture-listening and doing a bit of reading... well, we're SUPPOSED to be reading. :)  It's all good.  I know what goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Hour LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;With my friends.&lt;br /&gt;... is yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Hour Honors English&lt;br /&gt;With Mr. Zona.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm re-taking my first semester of Sophomore english. :/ I never did my vocabulary homework.&lt;br /&gt;Do your vocab, kids.  Or you WILL fail.&lt;br /&gt;It's all good gun, though :) if you noticed, I have Zona again!&lt;br /&gt;He's by far my most favoritist (I know, not a word) teacher ever!  And the 'ickle sophomores aren't TOO annoying.  Because they're mostly theater kids. :D&lt;br /&gt;I bought a movie for Mr. Zona to share with Mrs. Rodish called "FANBOYS."&lt;br /&gt;If you love Star Wars, you'll pick yourself up a copy too.&lt;br /&gt;BUT SPEAKING OF MRS. RODISH!&lt;br /&gt;I hunted down her new classroom all week and finally found it...  BUT SHE HAD NO CANDYCORN!&lt;br /&gt;What is up with that?!  I'm alum, I can finally eat and and she had none!  Nunca!  So, because I'm so desperately impatient, I bought her candy corn and I'm giving it to her on Monday and I will be back to eat HER candy corn (because I GAVE it to her, it's not mine!) and I will be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th Hour Math&lt;br /&gt;With Mr. Wyman.&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, so, Sammie and I are pretty much the brains of that class.  It's awesome.  And I sit in front of Dan - who is awesome - and this other kid who apparently thinks everything is awkward, because he says everything is.  And he's pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an Audition Workshop to help me with my cold read for TMOWW on Monday.  That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it!&lt;br /&gt;SNAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-642352908840946367?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/642352908840946367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=642352908840946367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/642352908840946367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/642352908840946367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-week-of-school.html' title='The first week of school'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-229941355477816756</id><published>2009-08-09T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:23:34.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sn8UH0rDxII/AAAAAAAAAPA/6VqlsXsOkPY/s1600-h/loveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SnkQAGMRYwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YG3zhG-zp80/s320/NetFlix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366338024836784898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-2586957046621975825?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2586957046621975825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=2586957046621975825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2586957046621975825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2586957046621975825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SnkQAGMRYwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YG3zhG-zp80/s72-c/NetFlix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6319689254283624249</id><published>2009-08-01T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:57:34.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can pull off aviators.</title><content type='html'>:) aviators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is back in town from Texas!  I went over to her house on Thursday to help her pack and hang out.  Jack, Felicia, and Lindsay were also there.  We went to see The Ugly Truth!  SUCH a good movie, I'm buying it when it comes to DVD.  The most hilarious scene of my life is in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hilarious scenes, I hope you have all seen Harry Potter by now.  If you haven't, leave this web page now.  The part where Harry drinks the Felix is effing hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;Slughorn: "Harry!"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Sir!"&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, so much is coming up!  From here on, this is a future blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on August 5th, I get my hair cut.  And my braces off. (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting a trim on the style I already have, either.  This is a whole new look!&lt;br /&gt;Hah, I'm getting a mini transformation right before I go to Open House that night.&lt;br /&gt;I get my retainer on the sixth. :/&lt;br /&gt;I have this teeth whitening kit, and I'm wearing it freaking as much as I can.  I don't really care about enamel right now.  And I'm only whitening as much as possible until school starts, which is the tenth.  So boo you dental whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7th marks one year and one month with Quinn :)&lt;br /&gt;AND STARTS CHOIR RETREAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, son!&lt;br /&gt;Concert and Chamber Choirs are headed to Northern AZ for the weekend to bring us together and celebrate our talents.&lt;br /&gt;I could say something mean, but I'm resisting.&lt;br /&gt;And then I'll be back on Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray, escuela!  I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL SHOPPING TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'm so stoked.  I already bought and decorated a binder, and I have a zebra pencil case :D&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need... everything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of future blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn is accompanying my family (Mom and step dad) to my Granny's house for Chinese lunch. :D&lt;br /&gt;My faaavorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect I'll be making a phone call or two tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6319689254283624249?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6319689254283624249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6319689254283624249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6319689254283624249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6319689254283624249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-pull-off-aviators.html' title='I can pull off aviators.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4343561754945584407</id><published>2009-08-01T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:45:17.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SnRw-vR4KwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/52I47mo5oXk/s1600-h/2nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SnRw-vR4KwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/52I47mo5oXk/s320/2nd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365037279250754306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4343561754945584407?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4343561754945584407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4343561754945584407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4343561754945584407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4343561754945584407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/08/postsecret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SnRw-vR4KwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/52I47mo5oXk/s72-c/2nd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3990764758283479068</id><published>2009-07-21T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:58:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As you all know,</title><content type='html'>I'm submitting and getting a Twitter and desionthego is perishing.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;One of my readers so rudely dissed my blog reciently, so now I'm only briefly describing everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECENT POSTS ON DESIONTHEGO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has an awesome schedual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0: Chem/Brimhal&lt;br /&gt;1: Concert Choir/Ubrig&lt;br /&gt;2: AP English?  Or History.&lt;br /&gt;3: Advanced Theater/Biederman&lt;br /&gt;4: AP English or History.&lt;br /&gt;5: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;6: Sophomore Honors English/Zona&lt;br /&gt;7: Math/Wyman&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing Journalism as an extra curricular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braces off in four weeks! Harry Potter in six days! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is's two weeks and two days.  Harry Potter was AMAZING!  I saw it three times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm shopping with Danielle Fishel! (Topanga from Boy Meets World.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both shopped in H&amp;M in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my charm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an Anchor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have a job interview! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Kiley's Grill. I have a good feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Check out my Twitter! www.twitter.com/desitaylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3990764758283479068?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3990764758283479068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3990764758283479068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3990764758283479068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3990764758283479068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-you-all-know.html' title='As you all know,'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5002738899109921782</id><published>2009-07-08T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:44:47.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been</title><content type='html'>much too long since I've posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have much to say next week after California! :D  Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5002738899109921782?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5002738899109921782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5002738899109921782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5002738899109921782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5002738899109921782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-been.html' title='It&apos;s been'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5257398118222543777</id><published>2009-07-08T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:43:55.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SlWRoZILC1I/AAAAAAAAAOg/xYqaOE_haXQ/s1600-h/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6l8iw4g9I/AAAAAAAAANo/bPr8HO4kc1w/s320/kitty!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349895866905297874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mAa_KJ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/f9-QfV46P0Q/s1600-h/kittyy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mAa_KJ7I/AAAAAAAAANw/f9-QfV46P0Q/s320/kittyy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349895933537167282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mS9UUF1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/uK0FlQlxTZs/s1600-h/kittyyy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mS9UUF1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/uK0FlQlxTZs/s320/kittyyy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349896251990349650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mYXQvkUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/sZJMQIrUnB4/s1600-h/kittyyyy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mYXQvkUI/AAAAAAAAAOI/sZJMQIrUnB4/s320/kittyyyy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349896344854040898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up of her face on my cheek. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mfIkIvjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5U-0cZniMVw/s1600-h/kittyyyyy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6mfIkIvjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5U-0cZniMVw/s320/kittyyyyy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349896461167935026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to name her Cheshire Cat (and call her Cheshi!), but she responded really well to Dutchess.  We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6m3CGMS9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IO6kKqbxO-o/s1600-h/kittyyyyyy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6m3CGMS9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/IO6kKqbxO-o/s320/kittyyyyyy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349896871748586450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;How can you not love that?!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3220346294459999679?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3220346294459999679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3220346294459999679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3220346294459999679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3220346294459999679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-of-my-kitty.html' title='More of my Kitty!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sj6l8iw4g9I/AAAAAAAAANo/bPr8HO4kc1w/s72-c/kitty!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4161281765368920535</id><published>2009-06-19T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:25:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty!!!</title><content type='html'>No name yet, here are some pictures, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SjxH1ahgfPI/AAAAAAAAANY/SKz8vCDbyqA/s1600-h/kittyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SjxH1ahgfPI/AAAAAAAAANY/SKz8vCDbyqA/s320/kittyy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229440387808498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at her eat!  Aw!  She was so hungry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Sleeeeping!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SjxHtCrsNII/AAAAAAAAANQ/Pbsc-qdl7yg/s1600-h/kitty.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SjxHtCrsNII/AAAAAAAAANQ/Pbsc-qdl7yg/s320/kitty.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229296549115010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SjxH-Uu7VhI/AAAAAAAAANg/bEyAXmvjNe8/s1600-h/kittyyy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SjxH-Uu7VhI/AAAAAAAAANg/bEyAXmvjNe8/s320/kittyyy.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349229593452303890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4161281765368920535?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4161281765368920535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4161281765368920535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4161281765368920535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4161281765368920535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/kitty.html' title='Kitty!!!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SjxH1ahgfPI/AAAAAAAAANY/SKz8vCDbyqA/s72-c/kittyy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3754580217690991036</id><published>2009-06-19T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:51:09.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sjv6NXH-jAI/AAAAAAAAANA/Rdwr9rgFYK0/s1600-h/biggestfear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sjv6NXH-jAI/AAAAAAAAANA/Rdwr9rgFYK0/s320/biggestfear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349144089885314050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3754580217690991036?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3754580217690991036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3754580217690991036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3754580217690991036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3754580217690991036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/postsecret-of-week_19.html' title='PostSecret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sjv6NXH-jAI/AAAAAAAAANA/Rdwr9rgFYK0/s72-c/biggestfear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-267726883902973405</id><published>2009-06-19T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:50:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost the game.</title><content type='html'>I did. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work next week!  Three days!  It was four - the first time EVER I've been schedualed FOUR TIMES - but I had to give a shift away. :(  I was schedualed the day of my pool party!  And I couldn't be late to my own party, right??&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinn and I went to our first voice lesson yesterday.  :)  WE'RE SINGING CARO MIO BEN!  I've been studying that for months. :D&lt;br /&gt;It went really well, though I'm very out of practice.  Quinn sounds awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOUND MY MONOLOGUE!&lt;br /&gt;For theatre.  I'm performing the part of Helena for Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" Act III, Scene 2.  (Slate! :D)&lt;br /&gt;It starts off "Lo!  She is one of this confederacy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaaawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after months of begging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M GETTING A KITTEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a name for her!  Or him!  I don't know which it is yet.  But my kitten is so cute!  And it comes with a trauma story!&lt;br /&gt;One of my step dads coworkers was leaving when the kitty walked up to her in the parking lot with car oil dried in its fur and a broken tail.  She took kitty home and washed it and the cat seems to be a dusty white color with the bluest eyes I've ever seen.  And she thinks it's tail was shut in a car door. :C&lt;br /&gt;It's not a flat-faced Persian, BUT I WANT IT!&lt;br /&gt;And I got it! :D&lt;br /&gt;You all should see my room.  It's immaculate.  Well, the floor is.  The surfaces of my dresser and piano and stuff are a bit cluttered, but I'm working on it!  Everything is out of kitty's reach, because it has to stay in my room until we get it shots. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mew, mew, meow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're a skinny child of fifteen,&lt;br /&gt;Wired with braces from ear to ear,&lt;br /&gt;You doubt that you will ever be appealing...&lt;br /&gt;The hallelujah! You are sixteen,&lt;br /&gt;And the braces disappear,&lt;br /&gt;And your skin is smooth and clear,&lt;br /&gt;And you have that happy, grown-up, female feeling!&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to be a woman,&lt;br /&gt;The wait was well worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to wear mascara,&lt;br /&gt;And smile a woman's smile.&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to have a figure&lt;br /&gt;That's round instead of flat,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you hear boys whistle,&lt;br /&gt;You're what they're whistling at!&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to feel&lt;br /&gt;The way a woman feels,&lt;br /&gt;It gives you such a glow,&lt;br /&gt;Just to know,&lt;br /&gt;You're wearing lipstick and heels.&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to be a woman,&lt;br /&gt;And have one job to do:&lt;br /&gt;To pick out a boy and train him,&lt;br /&gt;And then when you are through,&lt;br /&gt;You've made him the man you want him to be...&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to be a woman, like me!&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful to know&lt;br /&gt;The things a woman knows!&lt;br /&gt;How marvelous to wait&lt;br /&gt;For a date&lt;br /&gt;In simply beautiful clothes!&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to be a woman,&lt;br /&gt;And change from boys to men,&lt;br /&gt;And go to a fancy night club,&lt;br /&gt;And stay out after ten!&lt;br /&gt;How lovely to be so grown-up and free!&lt;br /&gt;Life's lovely when you're a woman... like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost that game!&lt;br /&gt;Bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-267726883902973405?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/267726883902973405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=267726883902973405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/267726883902973405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/267726883902973405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-lost-game.html' title='I lost the game.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3301637228261188782</id><published>2009-06-08T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:21:55.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the strangest dream.</title><content type='html'>I did.&lt;br /&gt;It was about my mom and I driving on the 101 (she'd just picked me up).  We were supposed to merge onto the 202, but we couldn't because someone had decided to bomb it, and the plan had been leaked onto the radio.  There were several cars crashed into this wall the terrorists had somehow built in the middle of the 202 ramp, and even more drivers were heading up the ramp who didn't know about the bomb threat and didn't see the pile-up crash.  I was somehow sitting in my moms lap in out car, and she was pressing the gas as I used the emergency brake and steering with one hand to weave in and out of traffic to get away from the bridge.  There was even a charred palm tree where the terrorists had tested out some of their stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we drove to Quinn's house where his family had drained their pool and Quinn's dad and uncle (who is in town, so this is a present-day dream) were using power drills to drill these metal things into the bottom of the pool.  The metal things actually looked like capital "C's" - only open-side down - and they were used to weave rope into.  They'd taken all the beds from the house and tied rope around them and were going to drape them across the opening of the pool and tye them down inside the pool as a sort of make-shift basement to protect us from the bomb (So, we'd be in the pool, covered in beds, rather than in the house or totally outside).&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, after that me dream kinda jump-cut to Khloe Kardashian in her closet holding a shoe.  She was trying to decide what stuff of hers she wanted to take with her and save from the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;I watch that show WAY too much.&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that this bomb was at least two-states wide.  If I hadn't woken up, I would have died.  Beds aren't gonna protect you from that.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strangely fascinated with Charlieissocoollike on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;BUT ONLY ON YOUTUBE!&lt;br /&gt;Not on Twitter.  That'd be betraying Meekakitty.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Charlie.  Tessa was here first. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating Y.C.'s leftovers!  Yummmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH, NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;They're all busy. :V&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, comment it.  No one comments my stuff anymore and it makes me wanna cry a little bit. :(&lt;br /&gt;(^"It makes me wanna cry a little bit" is an inside joke! :D But it's not why I said it.  It's the truth. :C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmhmmmmmnumunum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cut on my eye.  I can't wear my contacts for ten days.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to In-Service three days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to go to that stupid Muai-Thai class.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so bitter?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BECAUSE NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION!&lt;br /&gt;Meh! :(&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing a fake cry over here.  I wish I had audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually get my tooth fixed.  It's still broken.  The people at that particular office sucked majorly and they were rude and they never fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly on that website.&lt;br /&gt;Mer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving so I can hopefully FIND ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being such a pessimist.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3301637228261188782?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3301637228261188782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3301637228261188782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3301637228261188782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3301637228261188782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-had-strangest-dream.html' title='I had the strangest dream.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3507772476684838504</id><published>2009-06-08T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:43:44.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Si13vjXzOpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lWZdvfDHBEU/s1600-h/generation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Si13vjXzOpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lWZdvfDHBEU/s320/generation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345059991591271058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3507772476684838504?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3507772476684838504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3507772476684838504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3507772476684838504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3507772476684838504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/06/postsecret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Si13vjXzOpI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lWZdvfDHBEU/s72-c/generation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6668255959082621285</id><published>2009-05-31T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:13:39.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, in the past few weeks</title><content type='html'>I have found a ton of songs that, I swear, have changed my life.  I'll share.&lt;br /&gt;"Out Of My League" by Stephen Speaks.&lt;br /&gt;"Lullaby For A Stormy Night" by Vienna Teng.&lt;br /&gt;"When I Fall In Love" by Danny Seward.&lt;br /&gt;"Always On My Mind" by Michael Buble.&lt;br /&gt;"Stary Cat Strut" by the Stray Cats.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sorry I took so long to update.  I almost did Wednesday, but I realized the number of posts would be odd if I did.  I hate odd numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more week until my one year!  :D  Quinn Michael Johnson. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF QUINN!&lt;br /&gt;He got me tickets to see... &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;WICKED!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the Gammage.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaahhhhhhh!  I'm SO excited...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he the best?!&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  He is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what?  I'm a Junior. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that stinkin' web cam I bought definitely doesn't work.  It's not compatible with my computer, and that really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;I've given up, I'm not going to mess with it anymore.  I'm going to wait and purchase an iBook, and then I'll be happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.  This past week in the life of Desi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't work at all.  AT ALL.  Pisses me off... and I had to drive all the way out there to go to In-Service for an hour.  Grr.&lt;br /&gt;The twenty seventh!  This day marked the day Little Kelsey Gibson turned fifteen. :D  And I had an ortho appointment.  I don't get my braces off yet. :/&lt;br /&gt;Thursday!  I went to the mall with Lindsay and bought amazing sunglasses!  Ha ha. :)  And then I spent the night at her casa!  But before that, we went to the Buzz for under age night.  Lindsay has the cutest little Exotic Persian.  I want an Exotic Persian.  I just want a flat-faced kitty.  Lindsay's was names Maggie.  She was a bit of a spazz, not gonna lie. :) But she was cute!&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Quinn picked me up from Lindsay's and we went to Big Surf all day!  Then he took me home and he went to work out and then he got me Panda and we went to my aunt's house to watch my cousin while my aunt and uncle went out and we watched House at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for run on sentences!  Who can tell me what kind of sentence structure that had?  Kudos to you if you get it!&lt;br /&gt;Then Saturday I went shopping with my mom for her coworkers' baby shower.  She needed gifts.  Baby clothes are so cute!  Ah!  And after that Quinn came over and my whole family and him made s'mores and watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;So, I was sharing a sliced apple with my mom at the mall on Saturday.  I was chewing them in the back of my mouth because my front teeth were too sensitive to just bite off little pieces... then I felt a bracket break.&lt;br /&gt;Flippin' great.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went looking for a mirror so I could see which one it was, and finally my mom discovered one in her purse.  I hold the mirror up, open my mouth, and go to touch the bracket I felt break... it was actually the band.  For you non-braces-savvy folks, the band part of your braces is this little metal piece that wraps all the way around the very back tooth in your mouth.  They're cemented there to hold the ends of the wire that go around your mouth so that you don't get painfully poked.  WELL, I moved it forward and back and it didn't budge.  Thinking I might have felt the breakage wrong, I moved the thing up and down just to check.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was indeed broken.  The cap moved up... WITH MY TOOTH!&lt;br /&gt;It yanked my tooth right out of my gums!&lt;br /&gt;I freaked and started to cry - I don't know why, but I did - my mom started calling my ortho's office.&lt;br /&gt;Their voicemail told us to call his cell if it was an emergency, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;His cell voicemail said he didn't always hear his phone, and to call his house if it was emergency, so we did.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I was actually the one on the phone and my mom was furiously speeding down the 60.  He finally answered, and I explained what had happened and he goes, "Wow.  Well, I go out of town tomorrow, but I need to see you..."&lt;br /&gt;"So, do you want me to come to the office?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, come to my house."&lt;br /&gt;"Aha, okay, where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I ended up laying on my orthodontist's couch on a Saturday afternoon (and this is how I ended up getting tackled, tapped, and rolled on by his two year old daughter who found me fascinating).&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the "tooth" was actually the only fake one I have.  I had a root canal in seventh grade and it has become un-cemented.  Phew!&lt;br /&gt;It's not moving because the band is still connected to the wire, and that is holding me in.  But, I have to go see my dentist. :D&lt;br /&gt;I love my dentist.&lt;br /&gt;It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long post, hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Be happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6668255959082621285?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6668255959082621285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6668255959082621285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6668255959082621285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6668255959082621285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-in-past-few-weeks.html' title='So, in the past few weeks'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-353442693088993044</id><published>2009-05-31T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:53:12.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SiLD6cHQ5BI/AAAAAAAAAMg/1YK4xVMQoOU/s1600-h/pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SgIyzNykorI/AAAAAAAAAMA/K6NGa-_L8S0/s320/truelies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332880764216582834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3819450961953484100?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3819450961953484100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3819450961953484100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3819450961953484100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3819450961953484100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SgIyzNykorI/AAAAAAAAAMA/K6NGa-_L8S0/s72-c/truelies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-9007423767168976676</id><published>2009-05-06T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:58:22.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Day-Before-My-11-Month-With-My-AMAZING-Boyfriend-Post!</title><content type='html'>WHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my yelling hurt your hears, St. Jim's High student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a half day next week!  And I went to the oh, so amazing Sydney's house!  We went to Buffalo Wild Wings first, for an upperclassmen fund raiser to fund next year (:D!)!&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got to her house, her dogs got out!  Grr, we had to chase them for about a half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXCITED FOR HARRY POTTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Role Models recently.  BEST MOVIE THIS YEAR!!! Easily my new third favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it.  Nooowww.  Desi is pressuring you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently, I have a creeper at work.  There's this older man who's taken the job as a Lifeguard amidst the college and high school students.  And it's not because he's struggling with the economy, he's a scuba diver with a navy BMW convertible.  He just 40 and want' to waste his time with teenagers and people in their twenties.  Anyway, he's been following me and trying to be around me and doing other things and I guess people complained to my boss, Laura... I HAD NO CLUE.  Laura confronted me and I was like, "Uh, what?"  And she had to totally explain it to me, because it went COMPLETELY over my head... Creeeeepyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, work was ah-mazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned in my P.F. Changs "application" today.&lt;br /&gt;I totally have the job already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta, readers disappointed with my little post! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-9007423767168976676?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9007423767168976676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=9007423767168976676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/9007423767168976676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/9007423767168976676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-day-before-my-11-month-with-my.html' title='It&apos;s the Day-Before-My-11-Month-With-My-AMAZING-Boyfriend-Post!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7572316125552515190</id><published>2009-04-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:53:53.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Jims High</title><content type='html'>Has opened for another semester!  Check out my favorite blogger at stjimshigh.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Desi news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't hit up my new blog yet, I &lt;s&gt;suggest&lt;/s&gt; am now telling you to do so.  desionthego.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ended up not going to Brophy prom (AS MY NEW BLOG FOLLOWERS ALREADY KNOW!) but since I bought my dress and Quinn had a tux - before his mom just returned it... - we decided to go out on a hot, hot date that night in our get up instead.  Since Quinn's mom returned his tux, he wore slacks and a nice button up and I wore my prom dress!  We went to Benihana's and sat with two families of three - both had a mom, dad and son - and we did, in my opinion, an improv exercise while we told them we WERE going to prom, in fact, and a whole bunch of little things. :)&lt;br /&gt;It was so cute, the family on the left side of the table, whom I sat next to, had a little two-year-old son who kept flirting with me all night! XD he'd make kissy faces and we stuck our tongues out at each other and he kept giving me that little squish-y faced and squinty eyed little smile that only babies can do that make you melt. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Ubrig and Ms. Coffey have jobs again!  We found out in first hour (meaning I knew before any other choir!  Muhahaha) that Ubrig will be with us all day and Coff will be here for the advanced classes, but has to go to MJHS for the end of the day to teach the two choirs there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of choir, we decided on our final outfits for the last concert!  We're not doing a musical like the rest of the years, but we're doing blocking with props and costumes and I think a little dancing.  Not everyone will dress identical, but we'll all be following the same color scheme or be picking one of two outfits, so we'll be very similar.  I'll tell you what I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;For "What'll I Do?" (a jazz piece).&lt;br /&gt;- Black flats.&lt;br /&gt;- White tights.&lt;br /&gt;- Black shorts with white pinstripes and matching suspenders.&lt;br /&gt;- White button up with sleeves rolled up to my elbows.&lt;br /&gt;- Black vest.&lt;br /&gt;- Black fedora (HECK YEAH!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "Le Train D'Hiver" (A French peice about a train).&lt;br /&gt;- Gray shoes (Vans, maybe).&lt;br /&gt;- Denim pant overalls.&lt;br /&gt;- Blue t-shrit.&lt;br /&gt;- Red hankerchief in my hair (I'm mimicing this poster: &lt;a href="http://www.synthstuff.com/mt/archives/ww-II-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just add overalls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "Omnia Sol" (A half english and I think half latin song about how hard growing up can be and remembering the good times).&lt;br /&gt;- Silver flats.&lt;br /&gt;- White A-line skirt.&lt;br /&gt;- Seafoam green button up with little diamond-looking buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For "Lonesome Road" (About regetting a hastily lived life, where, if you'd only stopped and thought, would have ended on an entirely different path.  All choirs sing this together).&lt;br /&gt;- Black flats.&lt;br /&gt;- Black pants.&lt;br /&gt;- Bright blue t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lonesome Road" gives me very serious goosebumps. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With thoughts of outfits dancing in your heads, I'll leave you.  Peace out girl scouts. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7572316125552515190?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7572316125552515190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7572316125552515190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7572316125552515190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7572316125552515190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/st-jims-high.html' title='St. Jims High'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4190738582920785186</id><published>2009-04-26T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:16:44.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SfTA5IWlolI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VWE-vDpN0Jk/s1600-h/cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SfTA5IWlolI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VWE-vDpN0Jk/s320/cheese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329096346813440594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4190738582920785186?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4190738582920785186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4190738582920785186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4190738582920785186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4190738582920785186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-secret-of-week_26.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SfTA5IWlolI/AAAAAAAAAL4/VWE-vDpN0Jk/s72-c/cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5699157414120659988</id><published>2009-04-21T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:00:26.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESITAYLOR'S 1OOth POST!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;YAY!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the HUGENESS of this blog, I feel I shall now drop the HUGEST news ever to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog had a baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;Since I frequently forget things I want to post here when I'm finally sitting down and posting, I've created another blog called "Desi on the go!"  This blog will be 100% TEXT updates - as in from my phone.  Be it a few sentences, a picture, whatever, this will pretty much be my life as it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see it at:  desionthego.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5699157414120659988?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5699157414120659988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5699157414120659988' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5699157414120659988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5699157414120659988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/desitaylors-1ooth-post.html' title='DESITAYLOR&apos;S 1OOth POST!!!!!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7854767921014279473</id><published>2009-04-13T05:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:45:13.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SeMz0wXbP8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/FWrbV11CP2A/s1600-h/stutter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SeMz0wXbP8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/FWrbV11CP2A/s320/stutter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324156165911429058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7854767921014279473?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7854767921014279473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7854767921014279473' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7854767921014279473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7854767921014279473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-secret-of-week_13.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SeMz0wXbP8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/FWrbV11CP2A/s72-c/stutter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4359934118538980260</id><published>2009-04-11T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:56:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, ah, aahh, AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It seems I'm proclaiming the noise left and right.&lt;br /&gt;- Ariadna's phone broke... little to no contact&lt;br /&gt;- Quinn is grounded because his parents are not very cool... so I didn't get to see him today meaning the time in church and snuggling for about thirty minutes on my couch is the last out-of-school time I'll spend with him before I go to California on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;- Someone is being an extra rude jerk.  So I've quit talking to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one bit of good news is that CALIFORNIA IS ALMOST HERE!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday... is the new Friday... which means it's a party... at Tessa's!&lt;br /&gt;So stoked.  I've got the Oreo's and peanut butter, the portable Coffee Shot coffee maker (Thank JESUS for Senseo) and the other things you need on a trip/vacation...&lt;br /&gt;Spending the night at Tessa's with Caitlyn on Wednesday!  Fo' sho!  And I'm rooming with Tessa (HECK YES) and Ashlyn and Megan.  They're cool, but quiet.  But that's okay, we'll make them loud. :)&lt;br /&gt;We leave Thursday morning and come back on the Sabbath morn.  So happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Beach... Sea World... best friends... music... couldn't get much better, ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4359934118538980260?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4359934118538980260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4359934118538980260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4359934118538980260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4359934118538980260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/ah-ah-aahh-aaahhhhh.html' title='Ah, ah, aahh, AAAHHHHH!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-55531765006055817</id><published>2009-04-05T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:17:00.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sdj1lq_05PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5Txg6Go3224/s1600-h/67%5B1%5D.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sdj1lq_05PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5Txg6Go3224/s320/67%5B1%5D.45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321272987284202738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-55531765006055817?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/55531765006055817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=55531765006055817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/55531765006055817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/55531765006055817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sdj1lq_05PI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5Txg6Go3224/s72-c/67%5B1%5D.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3080279926822885787</id><published>2009-03-30T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:52:26.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Late,</title><content type='html'>but better than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANDORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, J.T. just hung up on me.  Homo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. sapien.&lt;br /&gt;He better call me back before this blog is over.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?!  I just realized that between him leaving me to eat and Quinn having his phone off - no being with testosterone wants to talk to me today!  :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE ADVANCED THEATRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(The above is very grammatically incorrect.  Do not follow my poor example.)&lt;br /&gt;With Zach Turilli and Lindsay Simon!  Of course, there are more, but they are the most important.  :D&lt;br /&gt;This is better than making Concert Choir.  Like, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha, so, I’m not making fun of anyone when I tell this story, but it’s hilarious altogether, so I MUST tell.&lt;br /&gt;At Brophy, there is a boy names Gabe.  Gabe is blind and in choir.  Last Friday, my friend Kelsey, also in choir met him in the most peculiar way.&lt;br /&gt;Gabe sat behind Kelsey at a choir competition last Friday.  When Gabe got up to go on stage, he placed his fingertips on the nape of Kelsey’s neck and ran them up her head until his fingertips met her bangs!  Totally “foofing” up her hair!  And she turned her head, and when he felt her move, he jumped back and said, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know what that was!”  And Kelsey said, “It’s okay, I won’t hold it against you…!”&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short but sweet!  I suck, I know!  Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3080279926822885787?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3080279926822885787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3080279926822885787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3080279926822885787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3080279926822885787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-late.html' title='A Day Late,'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7309528928553706876</id><published>2009-03-29T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:16:18.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sc_I-mgA0uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5qKKfX6Ss-U/s1600-h/TME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sc_I-mgA0uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5qKKfX6Ss-U/s320/TME.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318690662760108770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7309528928553706876?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7309528928553706876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7309528928553706876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7309528928553706876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7309528928553706876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-secret-of-week_29.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/Sc_I-mgA0uI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/5qKKfX6Ss-U/s72-c/TME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8680236382903452257</id><published>2009-03-29T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:13:47.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredibly busy week</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get some coffee and I'll post soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8680236382903452257?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8680236382903452257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8680236382903452257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8680236382903452257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8680236382903452257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/incredibly-busy-week.html' title='Incredibly busy week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4502603832434648647</id><published>2009-03-19T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:32:54.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/ScMqdD5LjMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Bgm-TDaaOA/s1600-h/stpattys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/ScMqdD5LjMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Bgm-TDaaOA/s320/stpattys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315138663977028802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4502603832434648647?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4502603832434648647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4502603832434648647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4502603832434648647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4502603832434648647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-secret-of-week_19.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/ScMqdD5LjMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/7Bgm-TDaaOA/s72-c/stpattys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7852866648442949403</id><published>2009-03-08T12:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:36:38.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just figures</title><content type='html'>that as soon as I get my web cam/mic, the CD drive on my computer, which I need to inject the installation CD, breaks.&lt;br /&gt;So, I have my webcam from Hong Kong, but I can't use it until I pry the CD drive open.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has not been a good one.&lt;br /&gt;- Three grandpas have gone down.  Two dead, one on his second stroke.&lt;br /&gt;- The bracelet Quinn got me broke.&lt;br /&gt;- Quinn broke the only pen I've ever used to write an article.&lt;br /&gt;- I, yet again, didn't get to do what my original plans were.&lt;br /&gt;- I think I bruised my bone when I hit my elbow super hard on a jagged brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;- I REALLY need to get my nails painted.  They look awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, there have been some wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;- While my mom is in Alabama, seeing her dad, Marielle (my cousin) and Anne Marie (her adoptive mother) and my Granny (who... just lives here) are going to be spending the weekend with me.  They're also finally meeting Quinn. :)&lt;br /&gt;- The bracelet is fixable.  Not today, but soon.&lt;br /&gt;- I now have a zebra pen. :)&lt;br /&gt;- The plans I DID end up attending weren't so bad.  They were fun.&lt;br /&gt;- Quinn kissed my elbow.&lt;br /&gt;- ^ Quinn kissed my elbow because it was his fault!  He was rubbing his nipple and flicking his tongue at me - making me gag - as we were waiting to get into Confessions of a Shopaholic.  I scooted away, he touched me, and I went to elbow him - only he pulled away and my quick elbow sharply hit the wall.  But why were we out to see Shopaholic?  Quinn took me on a surprise date. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those plans, it was Emily's birthday and we went out to dinner, then back to her boyfriend's - Nathan - house.  We played "Marry, Boff, Kill," "Never Have I Ever,"  and "Truth or Dare."  With all the people who showed up, it was a blast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster energy drinks are effing gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my life in a blog is currently short as shnish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of ads for the paper now!  :D  Go, Desi!&lt;br /&gt;We might actually turn Journalism/Newspaper into Journalism/Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;:D!!!&lt;br /&gt;If it is, I'm dropping my lunch and coming back next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating becoming a Psychotherapist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer, mer, mer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've texted Megan Love, and she hasn't replied yet.  Wake up, bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7852866648442949403?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7852866648442949403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7852866648442949403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7852866648442949403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7852866648442949403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-just-figures.html' title='It just figures'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3927876432205286604</id><published>2009-03-08T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:20:54.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SbQajssys8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1hgYvwn2uuM/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SbQajssys8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1hgYvwn2uuM/s320/death.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310899061173433282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3927876432205286604?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3927876432205286604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3927876432205286604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3927876432205286604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3927876432205286604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-secret-of-week_08.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SbQajssys8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/1hgYvwn2uuM/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6876993896614317023</id><published>2009-03-01T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:10:22.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SHOW IS OVER!</title><content type='html'>Hooray!  Ha ha, Korczak's Children was fun, but sooo draining.  With certain people who SUCK!  Just kidding.  But I am mad at freaking Lexy!  A little!  Mrs. B asked her to sit in the on-stage crowd for the play within the play, and she did.  Only after the FINAL performance did I find out that, no, Mrs. B did not ask her exclusively, she asked Lexy if she wanted to and to find volunteers who also wanted to because she wanted more people on stage watching the play.  SHE JUST COSTED ME ONE THESPIAN ACTING POINT!  GRRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I'm over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I AM NOT OVER THE SAMSUNG SWAY!&lt;br /&gt;It's my new baby. :)  I'm going to get it when my contract renews this summer.  Which is so far away.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SarYLqDnDaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qca5BxZQv0E/s1600-h/mermer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SarYLqDnDaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qca5BxZQv0E/s320/mermer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308292805589142946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm drooling too.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really over this full-keyboard thing.  Although it's friggin' hilarious to watch people open up my phone (Samsung Alias) and get these bewildered, confused looks on their faces, I dislike it.  I almost always have to look while I'm texting, and I really want a slider phone, and the Sway is amaaazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;I want it now though! Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ORDERED SOMETHING FROM HONG KONG!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm so cool.  I ordered a computer camera/mic thing online, and I totally did not know it was going to be shipped from Hong Kizzong.  It should be here in a little over a week, and I'm stoked!  Now I can do video chats with my amigos!  I might even start vlogging (along with blogging, of course) if the camera enables it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have $400 in savings.  All my own money.  I'm proud of myself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*()_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the songs "My Life Would Suck Without You" by Kelly Clarkson and "Gives You Hell" by the All-American Rejects.  Very contradictory, but I love 'em!  I'm listening to the second one right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave blood!  And promptly threw up after!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I so stupidly signed up during my lunch, so when I was done my stomach was basically vibrating from hunger, and when I had to stay behind for fifteen minutes so they could watch me, I ate TWO little snacks and had TWO little juice boxes and felt great.  When I left, I grabbed my stuff and headed to class... then I saw spots and my mouth started salivating a TON, which means I'm about to barf, so I sat down on a bench and ended up doing so in the garbage can so conveniently located close to me.  Then I went to the nurse’s office after waving down the Cook from Korczak's and having her help me.  I felt amazing after, though, ha ha.  I took a breath mint because my breath smelled like Cheeze-Its and sour Pineapple Juice (when I threw up, it actually tasted good! XD).  And then my liberal S-O-B of a Journalism "teacher" yelled at me for laying down in seventh hour when I felt lightheaded again.  But whatever, she's a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa, wa, waaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Grease the other day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Greco out.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6876993896614317023?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6876993896614317023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6876993896614317023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6876993896614317023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6876993896614317023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/03/show-is-over.html' title='THE SHOW IS OVER!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SarYLqDnDaI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Qca5BxZQv0E/s72-c/mermer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5348291528702704495</id><published>2009-03-01T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T10:42:28.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SarXDA_t--I/AAAAAAAAAIo/D7DmkJxoAcA/s1600-h/mama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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Sorry!  It’s not even some awesome reason as to why I haven’t blogged, opportunities have presented themselves, I just never have any stories!  The only semi-story I have is that I’ve been thinking about growing up a LOT lately, so I’ve decided to show you the things I’m going to have when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the grown up life of Desirae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, let us not be stupid ladies and gentleman, just because I have multiple couches SHOWN does not mean I'm going to have an eight-cough-clad living room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm8GaYVglI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x_HA9CPKWCE/s1600-h/victorian-houseaww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm8GaYVglI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x_HA9CPKWCE/s320/victorian-houseaww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303476854552101458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wouldn't settle for anything less, to be quite frank.  It's my DREAM to live in a gorgeous victorian house, and I will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm7YXsDsKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lqmUGrDWADI/s1600-h/chang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm7YXsDsKI/AAAAAAAAAEY/lqmUGrDWADI/s320/chang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303476063555530914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the one-sided-ness of the chair, it makes me think of something next to a window where you read books. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm8V5UJb2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/KZGSkEDizHQ/s1600-h/ching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm8V5UJb2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/KZGSkEDizHQ/s320/ching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303477120554069858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the pattern on this, it fits in right along with the style of the home and I think it's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm8pCnrtBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QKWE_aom_NI/s1600-h/chong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm8pCnrtBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QKWE_aom_NI/s320/chong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303477449469441042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I actually sat in this, it's really comfy and cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm81aL6FII/AAAAAAAAAE4/tgJ1SRi_4B0/s1600-h/chung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm81aL6FII/AAAAAAAAAE4/tgJ1SRi_4B0/s320/chung.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303477661953823874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is actually a book case, but it comes up just passing my hip, making it great to put the books inside of and trinkets, like pictures, on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm9YOsT1YI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eyVCGOZ3aIM/s1600-h/cheng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm9YOsT1YI/AAAAAAAAAFA/eyVCGOZ3aIM/s320/cheng.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303478260163925378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's perfect for putting fine china inside, if it were to go in a dining room area, or it's another way to show off pictures and little things that don't have a specific place, OR it's another storing place for books where people can actually see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm-G3ZA3sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uUwY_-cDuOo/s1600-h/loveatfirstsight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm-G3ZA3sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uUwY_-cDuOo/s320/loveatfirstsight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303479061362826946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, this was love at first sight when I saw it at the store.  It'd be something I'd put in my living room and probably a vase of flowers on top just to draw attention to it.  I'd put movies inside of it for use, but I really just love the way it looks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm-3bfGC4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EhrtXMqBJT0/s1600-h/why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm-3bfGC4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EhrtXMqBJT0/s320/why.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303479895685729154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is the most wonderful shelf.  It's simple yet eligant and I think it'd fit in well with everything else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnAJHUsMAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/inQsnGlcR9c/s1600-h/do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnAJHUsMAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/inQsnGlcR9c/s320/do.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303481299022655490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another shelf, I love it just like the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnBAC7pTUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DSk-txEJ0WM/s1600-h/box2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnBAC7pTUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DSk-txEJ0WM/s320/box2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303482242736672066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnA8eGjRkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KhOWDyev998/s1600-h/box1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnA8eGjRkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KhOWDyev998/s320/box1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303482181310694978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely love this form of storage. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnB7AUCXRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G28G5cV5uvk/s1600-h/tele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnB7AUCXRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G28G5cV5uvk/s320/tele.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303483255645953298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is something that's supposed to be used to hold a television set, it's nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnFhSbMnCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6-k-G45af-M/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnFhSbMnCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6-k-G45af-M/s320/i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303487211877735458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a coffee table with a glass top that lets you see inside the wide drawer.  I love it because I love showing off little things that make a house a home, and I can put things like maps or even a canvas picture that I love, but don't want to hang up, inside of it and it displays it without causing harm to the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnGtojBtKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bqKm-lYcu9A/s1600-h/make.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZnGtojBtKI/AAAAAAAAAGA/bqKm-lYcu9A/s320/make.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303488523486213282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a counter top for a kitchen.  I love the black because you can always see when it's dirty (bathrooms and kitchens for me have to be SUPER clean and sanitary - germaphobe!) and it looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoQlnGPePI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AjKXeFlaCks/s1600-h/fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoQlnGPePI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AjKXeFlaCks/s320/fun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303569749518547186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plates like these are always so wonderful, they don't look like something regular to use everyday, but they're not "fine china."  I like going into homes where everything seems to be above average, I always feel special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZofhZf-tWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qiztiExe-yE/s1600-h/either.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZofhZf-tWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qiztiExe-yE/s320/either.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303586169823343970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for a bed, this is nice, I like it, but I'm caught between doing something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZofzn9cJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mibGVAEcjl8/s1600-h/or.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZofzn9cJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/mibGVAEcjl8/s320/or.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303586482942650194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... or something like this.  This is a piece you mount upon the wall behind the bed as opposed to having the headboard attatched.  It's different, me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoggJ8XUvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hS1W9c5Kib4/s1600-h/of.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoggJ8XUvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hS1W9c5Kib4/s320/of.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303587247979188978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is something I could see as being either, as you walk into the house or as a piece in a bedroom.  It's got a glass top - which I love because I would totally make a collage of polaroids to but between it and the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZohoAkqcvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_cUTfWP9AcE/s1600-h/asians.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZohoAkqcvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_cUTfWP9AcE/s320/asians.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303588482414441202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought this was the cutest thing; I HATE doing my makup (well, what little make up I wear) in the bathroom, so I usually end up doing it on the floor somewhere, and this is an adorable little vanity that would be a perfect alternative. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoiQBTa7bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2g9_XtcXx0E/s1600-h/ah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoiQBTa7bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2g9_XtcXx0E/s320/ah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303589169805323698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the mirror, not gonna lie. And it's a clothing storage unit that I find very attrective. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZojCk0j7cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xGmbtTQxHT4/s1600-h/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZojCk0j7cI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xGmbtTQxHT4/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303590038333025730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute little blanket to go on the bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoktlRSyyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4twlVsqZ8bA/s1600-h/weoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoktlRSyyI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4twlVsqZ8bA/s320/weoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303591876699540258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZolGbne2eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PTuUrsUTsY0/s1600-h/oowe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZolGbne2eI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PTuUrsUTsY0/s320/oowe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303592303604980194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's pretty cool.  Ha ha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZomkCQQ9EI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Uw_aL2a4KKg/s1600-h/curtains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZomkCQQ9EI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Uw_aL2a4KKg/s320/curtains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303593911704417346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the sheer curtain.  You can put a solid, colored curtain behind it and it adds color and class to any room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZopN2HcE2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/14VoevXC5hM/s1600-h/uno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZopN2HcE2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/14VoevXC5hM/s320/uno.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596829023933282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one piece of two and it's uuber cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoqTCz8ZsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qkGb3rsaUeU/s1600-h/dos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZoqTCz8ZsI/AAAAAAAAAHo/qkGb3rsaUeU/s320/dos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598017842800322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is piece two.  Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZorPwpJlZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z7U7nOwp4y8/s1600-h/lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZorPwpJlZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Z7U7nOwp4y8/s320/lazy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303599060937708946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love mirrors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZorhkq7vrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9byoFTtEBe8/s1600-h/couch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZorhkq7vrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9byoFTtEBe8/s320/couch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303599366961610418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mostly because I love to look at myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZosKIPU8dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ufQjPnLrT4k/s1600-h/freak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZosKIPU8dI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ufQjPnLrT4k/s320/freak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303600063704265170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZouR2q0rbI/AAAAAAAAAII/sQ-RLCdyUYA/s1600-h/ralph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZouR2q0rbI/AAAAAAAAAII/sQ-RLCdyUYA/s320/ralph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303602395449961906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a full bed set from Ralph Lauren... I am in heaven. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZovCQS630I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UoFqEdoJkXA/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZovCQS630I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UoFqEdoJkXA/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303603226962747202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I like this too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so far, I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have more stuff later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4190305401787175081?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4190305401787175081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4190305401787175081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4190305401787175081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4190305401787175081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/02/hooray-for-slackers.html' title='Hooray for slackers!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SZm8GaYVglI/AAAAAAAAAEg/x_HA9CPKWCE/s72-c/victorian-houseaww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3004262974069614765</id><published>2009-01-25T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:37:18.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned Love Story on the piano.</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;Closer and closer to crossing that new years resolution off! :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I posted my New Years Resolutions on here.  Let me get that.&lt;br /&gt;• Have super-white, braces-free teeth.&lt;br /&gt;• Completely shake off my past.&lt;br /&gt;• Take the people I don’t need and get them out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;• Never tell a lie.&lt;br /&gt;• Get straight A’s; focus more on my schoolwork.&lt;br /&gt;• Take summer school courses.&lt;br /&gt;• Work for Cha-Cha.&lt;br /&gt;• Unglue myself from my phone. A little.&lt;br /&gt;• Be closer to my family.&lt;br /&gt;• Make a habit of resolving my conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;• Be nice to the people I really don’t like.&lt;br /&gt;• Re-do my wardrobe exactly the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;• Make a difference in another person’s life.&lt;br /&gt;• Focus less on the future and more on the present.&lt;br /&gt;• Write more articles for The Shade.&lt;br /&gt;• Stop overloading my plate in certain areas so I can become more balanced.&lt;br /&gt;• Make Varsity Cheer.&lt;br /&gt;• Learn at least five more songs on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;• Write at least two more songs on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;• Dominate my Regional try-outs.&lt;br /&gt;• Make Concert Choir, Advanced Vocal, and hopefully performance theatre.&lt;br /&gt;• Get nominated for Homecoming Royalty?&lt;br /&gt;• Start “Mr. MHS.”&lt;br /&gt;• Somehow, make a play cast.&lt;br /&gt;• Post in my blog more often.&lt;br /&gt;• Get back to writing poems all the time.&lt;br /&gt;• Accomplish all of these before the end of 2009 so I can make a whole new list for 2010. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-da!&lt;br /&gt;I went to Golfland with Darci, Kelsey and Megan!  It was awesome fun.  We took some hot pictures too, all on my Myspace and Facebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;And FRIDAY!  I saw Grand Toreno with Quinn.  AMAZING movie, right there.  I recommend it for everyone who has a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing Cell Block Tango from Chicago!  For the talent show at school! Which I heard was canceled?  I dunno.  Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting better and better at playing the Taylor Swift song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs to look up "Caro Mio Ben" on YouTube.  Most beautiful singing part I have ever heard.  I'm teaching myself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3004262974069614765?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3004262974069614765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3004262974069614765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3004262974069614765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3004262974069614765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-learned-love-story-on-piano.html' title='I learned Love Story on the piano.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7934580130291526184</id><published>2009-01-25T12:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:48:04.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SXzP-k-3WVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0v6C7iNw5pU/s1600-h/PSC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SXzP-k-3WVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0v6C7iNw5pU/s320/PSC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295335935867050322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7934580130291526184?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7934580130291526184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7934580130291526184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7934580130291526184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7934580130291526184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SXzP-k-3WVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/0v6C7iNw5pU/s72-c/PSC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8412391240276018395</id><published>2009-01-18T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:34:55.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed last weeks PostSecret of the Week</title><content type='html'>So I have to put the new on in here to keep my blog post numbers even.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand odd numbers.&lt;br /&gt;So, I give to you, PostSecret of the Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SXNICsfQfCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GSPQPIJnbSU/s1600-h/traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SXNICsfQfCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GSPQPIJnbSU/s320/traffic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292653198229666850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;I STILL don't have my permit because my dad is a jerk.  My birthday is next month and I won't be driving until this summer because of him.  Gah. :/&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I do have a boyfriend who has a car and will be driving just before my birthday, so that's okay.  :D I love you, Quinn!&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;OH, MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;So, you know how I work at Big Surf over the summer to Lifeguard?  Yes, well, I have to go to the rehire class so I can start working as an L2 when Big Surf opens instead of June.  By-the-by, L3 just means I can guard the tops of slides and wave pool now.  Even though I've already done those already... XD people thought I was sixteen for a while.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the rehire class I'm taking with Megan is in February.  The 26-29.  Swimming three laps and treading water for two minutes, sans arms, in ice cold wave pool water... then getting out into ice cold February air in the middle of the night... where boys have shrinkage and girls start to nip... while everyone can see in tight one pieces...&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life.  My belly piercing might not even be healed by then, either.  Well, it's not supposed to be.  Six months, the minimum time, starts in June.  Oops. :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even supposed to have my belly pierced for cheer. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm allowed to have one piercing in my ears, and since I don't wear my earlobe piercings ever, it'll be my cartilage one.  But belly ones are not allowed, they feel your tummy before games and such, but if they can't feel Lindsays, they won't feel mine! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm piercing Lindsay's cartilage post-season. :D&lt;br /&gt;Cards are going to the Superbowl, and I was a fan before they even made playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Quinn!  Ha ha, now I’m not one of the losers who started paying attention when they got good. :)&lt;br /&gt;Broncos are still my boys, though.  Oh, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MADE CONCERT CHOIR!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those people who keep saying Chamber is better, you can shut your mouths.  They’re not, be grateful for where you are or leave the choir, no one wants your freaking attitude.  Bye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m SO excited for what’s to come. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8412391240276018395?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8412391240276018395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8412391240276018395' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8412391240276018395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8412391240276018395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-missed-last-weeks-postsecret-of-week.html' title='I missed last weeks PostSecret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SXNICsfQfCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GSPQPIJnbSU/s72-c/traffic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5022488762994332794</id><published>2008-12-27T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:56:00.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know,</title><content type='html'>I am so sick and so tired of nasty, flaky, caddy girls.&lt;br /&gt;They really grind my gears, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;They say things and they do things and they don't care about who they hurt.  It's ridiculous.  Ladies, it's time to grow up.  Junior high ended quite a long time ago.  Embrace high school, please.&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly heart breaking when I hear my friends say they're having a hard time because a couple of immature girls.  Aren't we supposed to be the sex that matures faster than guys?  Think about it.  Just because you CAN be a bitch, doesn't mean ya should.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll be honest: I can be a mega bitch, if you don't believe me, read one if my prior blogs from May.  The difference is, is I reserve that attitude for the moments I feel need it.  The effect is stronger that way, and people take me seriously.  I can count on one hand how many times I've blown my top and let my mouth run since the beginning of Freshman year.  How many other girls can say that?  Honestly?  Now, I know no one is perfect - I gossip sometimes too - but it's in moderation and I only repeat what I hear first, to the person who it's about to check its actuality, then to everyone if I'm disproving it, or to people who aren't ridiculously caddy and know this person as well as I do.  Gossip is gossip, no one can actually avoid it.  But EVERYONE can control their mouths.  Even if you despise someone, there's no reason to talk down about them to everyone you meet.&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely ramble-y, but it's on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5022488762994332794?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5022488762994332794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5022488762994332794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5022488762994332794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5022488762994332794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know.html' title='You know,'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7618524935857227544</id><published>2008-12-23T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:21:24.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Is Christmas Eve's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;I got attacked and had an ice cube shoved UP my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I made $60.&lt;br /&gt;Is my would-be one year anniversary with Clayton Gifford.&lt;br /&gt;I finally say the end of Can't Buy Me Love.&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Friday was amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;I had a little get together at my house with Brittany, Quinn, Emily and Nathan.  First it was just Quinn, Brit and I, and I had my sister, Tori, run us to McDonalds.  It was good. :) The first time I’ve had McDonalds in since I got my braces.  Then we came back home, and Emily and Nathan came over.  We decided to go to Emily’s house and ended up playing strip pool, ha ha.  That didn’t get very far at all, everyone was still fully clothed when Phil and a few other people showed up, and we just stopped playing.  Then Nathan and Emily took us three back to my place and went somewhere with those other kids. :)&lt;br /&gt;THEN Quinn, Brit and I played a crazy game of Truth or Dare. :)&lt;br /&gt;Some very nice things were said during the Truth portion of the game about me from Quinn. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then Brittany spent the night.&lt;br /&gt;Fabuloso! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I’m trying to hook Brit up with my other friend Matt.&lt;br /&gt;Double date this Friday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I babysat my cousin.  Yesterday too.  So cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED THE WIZARD OF OZ ON SATURDAY NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely fantastic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am babysitting again.&lt;br /&gt;Then getting a surprise. :D&lt;br /&gt;(Can’t tell ya yet, Quinn doesn’t know)&lt;br /&gt;Then going to dinner at Quinn’s house. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then home!  To open a Christmas Eve present. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is short, but I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7618524935857227544?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7618524935857227544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7618524935857227544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7618524935857227544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7618524935857227544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7771591165545589313</id><published>2008-12-21T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T07:17:39.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret of the Week</title><content type='html'>Thanks for spending another year with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SU5d-k9Af5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/2pyfCUjAXFM/s1600-h/thanksforspendinganotheryearwithme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SUhkRHry4nI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ZV3pYSLulM/s320/loved.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280580808375198322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5078722056454257773?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5078722056454257773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5078722056454257773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5078722056454257773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5078722056454257773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/12/postsecret-of-week.html' title='PostSecret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SUhkRHry4nI/AAAAAAAAADw/1ZV3pYSLulM/s72-c/loved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-4312088765012897318</id><published>2008-12-14T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:16:33.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Democrats.</title><content type='html'>Forewarning:&lt;br /&gt;If you are a Democrat or maybe even just really liberal, you might find this offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democrats.&lt;br /&gt;In short, I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;They are hypocritical douche bags.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Democrats proclaim war - violence in general - is wrong, am I right? Yes, I am. &lt;br /&gt;Now, hang on a second... wasn't it the hippie, peace-loving political party who rioted Mormon and Catholic churches, picketing and yelling and screaming and throwing fliers in our faces about how everyone should get a slice of the grand pie of rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is this "Re-Distribute the Wealth" crap? I don't think so, my money is my money. I earned it. It's mine. Now, Re-Distributing the VOLUINTEERED Wealth is alright. If you think those bums who are capable of a job but don't do anything about it are worth your money, go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's not forget the story of Mother Teresa's father, who, when he saw a beggar - whom back then were lame or blind and there were no jobs for them - would empty out his wallet to them. He wouldn't give half of his wallet, he wouldn't give the excess, he'd give everything. He'd rather send his two daughters to bed hungry for a night than see that person who could only beg for a way to live, slowly die. I believe he was a good man. And guess what? He follows what not only every Christian church teaches, but the ways of our founding fathers. Why don't the Democrats follow his example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me just say this: Which candidate for Presidency this year cheated his way into votes? And WON?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;This same President-elect has not only gone back on promises, retracted statements, and has had shady reports on communications with the man who is going to jail for trying to sell the President-elect's not-empty seat in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;And this same man openly took multiple personal blows at his opponents during the election. Sound mature? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;And our family and friends chose this man for President? Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what happened the last time a Democrat was in office. Enough said there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, President Bush might not have made all the best choices in his terms, but he was still a good president. He started no scandals, he focused on his job. He didn't flounder when our country was attacked, he immediately took action. He charged ahead and he fought for our country. Though many sad truths come along with war, they're a fact of life. It's not like the men and women who went there didn't volunteer to be there. It was their risk too.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? It's been a while, but we're so close to winning this war and our President-elect wants to pull our troops out. Think about someone you know who has died there, or maybe a friend of a friend who has. If we pull out, what did they die for?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll have more to say later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-4312088765012897318?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/4312088765012897318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=4312088765012897318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4312088765012897318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/4312088765012897318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/12/democrats.html' title='Democrats.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6185944968981855404</id><published>2008-12-13T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:25:23.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aguh :(</title><content type='html'>I'm getting my hair cut today :(&lt;br /&gt;At least my ends won't be gross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6185944968981855404?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6185944968981855404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6185944968981855404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6185944968981855404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6185944968981855404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/12/aguh.html' title='Aguh :('/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7640551750607621053</id><published>2008-12-07T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:53:08.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>To be jolly!&lt;br /&gt;Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you say. I love Christmas music. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I have HUGE news.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my celebratory six month.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my actual six month.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I gave Quinn the jacket that he so needed and he loved it (thank Jesus) (and there was something else with it which I shall not post on here.  Text or e-mail me if you want to know and think I might actually tell you. :D)&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday Quinn gave me a necklace from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Tiffany's!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he went to Tiffany's. And this is what he got me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STv7sdTAeLI/AAAAAAAAADg/kyPO0FQwf_8/s1600-h/QuinnisAMAZING.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STv7sdTAeLI/AAAAAAAAADg/kyPO0FQwf_8/s320/QuinnisAMAZING.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277088129591834802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loooooooove it! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing it right now! :D&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, I friggin' love my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;And my boyfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough mushyness (sorry guys XD).&lt;br /&gt;As for what we DID...&lt;br /&gt;Almost nothing like we planned.&lt;br /&gt;He came over, we exchanged gifts, I made him Ramen, we watched Kicking And Screaming, then The Exorcist, then we made pizzas, then watched Bring It On (XD) and then some strange end of some strange movie, and then The Wedding Singer.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;And I loved it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for right now, I'm drinking my 24 ounce coffee, wearing purple track pants and Quinns old jacket! Ha ha, and singing a song from Fiddler On The Roof.&lt;br /&gt;La Papa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this Tuuuuesday I have a (CHRISTMAS!) choir concert at my school, and to help raise money for the choirs (ahem, like mine) who are going out of state next semester, every section in every choir had to put together a basket to auction off at the concert. My section made a holiday cooking basket.&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny, Mrs. Ubrig assigned a "basket coordinator" to every section, Sandra was ours. Basically I asked to see the paper and what was on it and I ended up reading it to everyone and started writing down what our basket was and who was bringing what... Mrs. Ubrig came over and looked at Sandra and goes, "Is she the BC now?" Sandra was just like "Yup!"&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;So I was the basket coordinator. We did a Holiday Cooking basket which includes Nestle Hot Chocolate with the little marshmallows, 4 Coca-Cola "ornament" bottles, a cookie tin, a candle, a snow man decorative plate, five different ornaments, a snowman decoration, a gingerbread kit, a measuring kit, Hershey's Cookies-n-Cream chocolate bar, holiday cookie cutters, and a family movie all in the cutest little Santa basket ever :)&lt;br /&gt;It's worth $80. Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;And it's sitting in my living room arranged all pretty. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking I need to end this blog to do my chores and live my life so my next update will be more interesting. I can already tell I'm forgetting to blog about something. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7640551750607621053?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7640551750607621053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7640551750607621053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7640551750607621053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7640551750607621053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STv7sdTAeLI/AAAAAAAAADg/kyPO0FQwf_8/s72-c/QuinnisAMAZING.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-7965857428825137790</id><published>2008-12-07T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:29:17.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STv50yHszRI/AAAAAAAAADY/N_qGNqoUT9U/s1600-h/itsyourgift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STv50yHszRI/AAAAAAAAADY/N_qGNqoUT9U/s320/itsyourgift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277086073597250834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-7965857428825137790?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/7965857428825137790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=7965857428825137790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7965857428825137790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/7965857428825137790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/12/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STv50yHszRI/AAAAAAAAADY/N_qGNqoUT9U/s72-c/itsyourgift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8133135611584995067</id><published>2008-11-30T15:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:35:28.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Written in a Long Time.</title><content type='html'>Hiding in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Not safe in my country&lt;br /&gt;Why are they here?&lt;br /&gt;What do they want from me?&lt;br /&gt;My people, they bleed&lt;br /&gt;And children, they cry&lt;br /&gt;As men are carried out&lt;br /&gt;I’m unsure of why.&lt;br /&gt;There’s smoke in the air&lt;br /&gt;All we want is to be freed.&lt;br /&gt;It’s tearing us apart&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t they see?&lt;br /&gt;One step on the wrong direction&lt;br /&gt;And the floor is soaked in red.&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not just me,&lt;br /&gt;What is it my government said?&lt;br /&gt;Why are they here?&lt;br /&gt;Why won’t they set us free?&lt;br /&gt;My friends are all gone&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where they could be&lt;br /&gt;But I know it’s not here,&lt;br /&gt;Where they’re meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;They’re taking my man&lt;br /&gt;And now they’re taking me&lt;br /&gt;I beg for my life&lt;br /&gt;And the one inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I know they don’t care&lt;br /&gt;With a bag over my head&lt;br /&gt;My husband has hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;With a bang, he is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want from me?&lt;br /&gt;A small click, I hear&lt;br /&gt;These men will kill me&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are gone&lt;br /&gt;What about my family?&lt;br /&gt;Do they know I’m here?&lt;br /&gt;Will they miss me?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;Is it’s all over now&lt;br /&gt;All I have is this last breath&lt;br /&gt;Before they --&lt;br /&gt;Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this after hearing this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i7CGip5CS9w&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/i7CGip5CS9w&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/5323938756049123543-8133135611584995067?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8133135611584995067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8133135611584995067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8133135611584995067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8133135611584995067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-havent-written-in-long-time.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Written in a Long Time.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8495169170462667652</id><published>2008-11-30T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T11:02:30.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STLi41W5zEI/AAAAAAAAADI/EHd9BJvsQvE/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STLi41W5zEI/AAAAAAAAADI/EHd9BJvsQvE/s320/25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274527579627965506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not paint my nails rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STLi9c1mieI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XErj1vAV76w/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/STLi9c1mieI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XErj1vAV76w/s320/26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274527658945186274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8495169170462667652?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8495169170462667652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8495169170462667652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6196847838760597640</id><published>2008-11-29T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:28:21.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Record Deal?!</title><content type='html'>Don't I wish.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, but soon I'll be recording covers of some great songs and creating a music Myspace. I'll let you know when I do. You can become my fan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching a documentary on the Hogans. Very informational.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know about you, but I'm dying to watch that "Britney: For The Record" thing. Looks goood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I now realize why we and other adults love following the lives of celebrities and such. Not only are they pop icons, but for those out of school: it's just like high school. Gossip, drama, drugs. Juuust like it. Kinda sick and twisted, but hey! We all love those celebutantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for MY life, ya know, cause this is MY blog.&lt;br /&gt;My mom is going to take me to get nail polish so I can paint my nails rainbow. I'll post a picture if I remember. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SIX MONTH WITH QUINN MICHAEL JOHNSON IS COMING UP A WEEK FROM TODAY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Our six month on December 6th. :)&lt;br /&gt;(SHOUT OUT TO TERI, her sweet sixteen is on the same day!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my hair cut that morning too. Scary!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway -&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna come to my house around 11ish, and we're gonna make home made pizzas and watch Across the Universe and the original Exorcist. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;And then he's taking me out to a suuuper nice restaurant where I have to dress formally. :D&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere in there, we're going to give each other the gifts. :)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I WOULD tell y'all what I got him, BUT Quinn reads this too. Sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH LA LA LA LA&lt;br /&gt;So apparently I look different, too. From just a year ago. I don't think sooo!&lt;br /&gt;SO, along with my feet/fingers, I'll post a picture on here. I'll put a profile one in here too I guess ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GET MY BRACES OFF SOOOOOOO SOON!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My ortho said this summer at the latest, because they just need to shift my bottom teeth with rubber bands so now I'm wearing them so I can get 'em off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh man, I'm so bored... listen to my music. :D&lt;br /&gt;Especially the Bo Burnham stuff. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6196847838760597640?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6196847838760597640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6196847838760597640' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6196847838760597640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6196847838760597640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-record-deal.html' title='My Record Deal?!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8688867757053740413</id><published>2008-11-29T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T13:04:27.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atta Girl!</title><content type='html'>SO much better than Slutty Cyrus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AYh5FHCeySA&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/AYh5FHCeySA&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/5323938756049123543-8688867757053740413?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8688867757053740413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8688867757053740413' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8688867757053740413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8688867757053740413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/atta-girl.html' title='Atta Girl!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-1652209923851243539</id><published>2008-11-27T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:40:23.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Turkey Day!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, not for me.&lt;br /&gt;I dislike Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;I heart the Macy's day Parade, though!!! Brittany and Ashley are in it :D:D&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO EXCITED TO SEE KRISTEN CHENOWETH AND IDENA MENZEL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I remind people of Kristen as Glinda the Good Witch in the Broadway musical Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, today is no Holiday. tomorrow is.&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be sending a legitimate blog your way soon, along with a few new template adds and a new top bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy this picture of me and my friends in ninth grade.&lt;br /&gt;Me - Broken foot.&lt;br /&gt;Megan - Over me.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne - Blur in the back.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SS7bSs-BCWI/AAAAAAAAADA/pXraYDSj4oU/s1600-h/ha+my+face.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SS7bSs-BCWI/AAAAAAAAADA/pXraYDSj4oU/s320/ha+my+face.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273393328052832610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-1652209923851243539?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1652209923851243539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=1652209923851243539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/1652209923851243539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/1652209923851243539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-turkey-day-well-not-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SS7bSs-BCWI/AAAAAAAAADA/pXraYDSj4oU/s72-c/ha+my+face.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-477866644680072940</id><published>2008-11-25T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:43:50.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SSx_mmTDEuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6bkb6TN_y0A/s1600-h/yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SSx_mmTDEuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6bkb6TN_y0A/s320/yes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272729564836205282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-477866644680072940?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/477866644680072940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=477866644680072940' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/477866644680072940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/477866644680072940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-secret-of-week_25.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SSx_mmTDEuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/6bkb6TN_y0A/s72-c/yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5536020635104822460</id><published>2008-11-09T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:00:57.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret of the Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SRdBYEfQg1I/AAAAAAAAACw/EDjbIbBF2iM/s1600-h/obit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SRdBYEfQg1I/AAAAAAAAACw/EDjbIbBF2iM/s320/obit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266750171010597714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Email Message-----&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Sunday, November 09, 2008 8:58 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: So sorry for your loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if we have read your beloved's obituary, but my husband and I read your secret -- one of our favorite things is to read PostSecret on Sunday morning when we're still bleary-eyed and in need of coffee, making up stories about the poster's lives -- and he hugged me because it made me cry, and touched the screen saying, "it's really beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you just became a part of our story. I wanted to share this with you, because I would be honored to be a part of yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5536020635104822460?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5536020635104822460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5536020635104822460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5536020635104822460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5536020635104822460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/postsecret-of-week.html' title='PostSecret of the Week.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SRdBYEfQg1I/AAAAAAAAACw/EDjbIbBF2iM/s72-c/obit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-2749391833910728946</id><published>2008-11-04T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:48:10.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get lost in the shuffle, kid.</title><content type='html'>Hey, Des. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you last week. My parents have been relentless with my phone lately, and I couldn't get in touch with you.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a ton of stuff going on in my life, and right now I'm just trying to figure it all out. Until then my parents have stepped in and basically cut me off from communication with the outside world, which would include you. This means we probably won't be able to talk for a while. :(&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in the not-soon future you will get a phone call from me, and we will catch up on all that has happened over the time we've lost touch.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I can only wish the best for you. You always have a special place tucked away in my heart. May God guide your paths and bless your days.&lt;br /&gt;Hobie ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my big brother. &lt;strong&gt;A lot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-2749391833910728946?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2749391833910728946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=2749391833910728946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2749391833910728946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2749391833910728946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-get-lost-in-shuffle-kid.html' title='Don&apos;t get lost in the shuffle, kid.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6022836653524373962</id><published>2008-11-02T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:45:57.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SQ3nRnlWvgI/AAAAAAAAACc/koHwuziZOg4/s1600-h/direction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SQ3nRnlWvgI/AAAAAAAAACc/koHwuziZOg4/s320/direction.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264117829335432706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6022836653524373962?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6022836653524373962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6022836653524373962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6022836653524373962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6022836653524373962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SQ3nRnlWvgI/AAAAAAAAACc/koHwuziZOg4/s72-c/direction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3987597396094615604</id><published>2008-11-01T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T18:59:34.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Weeks of Slacking</title><content type='html'>makes for a very interesting blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL BREAK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Movie - How to Lose Friends &amp; Alienate People - with Quinn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Bacterial eye infection :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Went to Clayton's, ate popcorn and watched the Moulin Rouge! :)&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Quinn's house and we ended up hanging out for a bit and going to dinner and I got my Homecoming pictures!  Then at nine PM, Megan came over!! She flew in from Utah to visit and stayed with me for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Went to another movie, Sex Drive (which was insanely amazing, by the way) with Quinn, Megan, Sarah, Matt, Amanda, Felicia and Omar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Megan went home :( and I did a TON of yard work :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just yesterday I had a Halloween party with Sarah Boliek!&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;We took way too long to get our invites out, so only thirty people showed.&lt;br /&gt;But my costume was very cute! I was a flapper! And Quinn was my pimp XD&lt;br /&gt;Then at about ten thirty, Sarah, Gina, Bianca, Autumn, Quinn and I all walked to McDonalds! And got food.  But then Bianca's  mom who is kind of a psycho about Bianca's social life called and just said "I'm on my way."&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! So Gina, Sarah, Bianca, Autumn and I all booked it through the empty field that backed Sarah's backyard - Quinn called his dad and had him pick him up from there - but of course Sarah's back yard was the furthest freaking corner.  Anyway, Gina and Sarah scaled the fence and Bianca and I threw our things up to them.  There was a wood frame to step on, but there were two strips of barbed wire around them, so we had to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the failed.&lt;br /&gt;Bianca and I both cut our right foot at the last possible second, so now we have deep barbed wire cuts. :(&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason my right ankle is swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, Sarah, Autumn and I were the only ones staying over at Sarah's house and we ended up staying awake until 12:30 in the morning telling out life stories on Sarah's couches.  And then we went to bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;And woke up at nine... Autumn went to work and I chilled with Sarah until elever and I went home where I watched Eye for an Eye.  And slept.  And now I'm going to call Quinn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Secret tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3987597396094615604?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3987597396094615604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3987597396094615604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3987597396094615604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3987597396094615604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-weeks-of-slacking.html' title='Two Weeks of Slacking'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3350083318255656600</id><published>2008-10-18T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:05:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SPqx0Wj6BAI/AAAAAAAAACU/dds8Wnx3uLk/s1600-h/ps.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SPqx0Wj6BAI/AAAAAAAAACU/dds8Wnx3uLk/s320/ps.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258711027875972098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post all about Fall break on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-3350083318255656600?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/3350083318255656600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=3350083318255656600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3350083318255656600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/3350083318255656600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-secret-of-week_18.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SPqx0Wj6BAI/AAAAAAAAACU/dds8Wnx3uLk/s72-c/ps.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6217381667357285735</id><published>2008-10-12T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:16:57.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SPKTcFL9C4I/AAAAAAAAACM/CirY9pjlB58/s1600-h/toostrongforyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SPKTcFL9C4I/AAAAAAAAACM/CirY9pjlB58/s320/toostrongforyou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256425825732725634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6217381667357285735?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6217381667357285735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6217381667357285735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6217381667357285735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6217381667357285735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SPKTcFL9C4I/AAAAAAAAACM/CirY9pjlB58/s72-c/toostrongforyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5410258764004750738</id><published>2008-10-12T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:05:46.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break!</title><content type='html'>And the livin' is easy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have major news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clayton and I are... friends!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy :)&lt;br /&gt;He was such a jerk to me for no reason after we broke up for good but at ten after midnight, Saturday morning, he texted me and we talked all of Saturday and we're friends again!  We're even going to hang out over break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In scholarly business, I have to read a semi fat book over break to write a book report on for APWH! &lt;s&gt;Super&lt;/s&gt; Not so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Fall.  It's chilly.  We're that much closer to Wintertime. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has also been quite a list of firsts for me, including:&lt;br /&gt;-Buying my first book without even knowing what it’s about.&lt;br /&gt;-My first… thrill.&lt;br /&gt;-My first friend-turned-boyfriend-turned-ex-turned-boyfriend-turned-ex-turned-enemy-turned-friend.&lt;br /&gt;-My first time watching full episodes of Sex and the City with my boyfriend… Ha ha ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;And other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariadna came over Saturday!  We started Watching Sex and the City from season one, episode one so she could be caught up… we got about four episodes in before going to Borders, getting a book and Seattle’s Best, then returning home to watch Sex With Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Which isn’t as bad as it sounds. Ha ha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m now wearing a circle diamond necklace I received from last Christmas full time.  I didn’t realize how nice it looked on until Homecoming,  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m, starting to get agitated that my life isn’t as interesting and blog-worthy as usual… Well, hopefully break will bring some fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEGAN IS COMING TO TOWN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5410258764004750738?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5410258764004750738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5410258764004750738' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5410258764004750738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5410258764004750738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-2383833482816765949</id><published>2008-10-05T14:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:22:46.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret of the Week</title><content type='html'>Nothing to blog about this week, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SOkwA6oRkVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WaDfb8ysM-8/s1600-h/imgay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SOkwA6oRkVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WaDfb8ysM-8/s320/imgay.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253783232600707410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about this week, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-2383833482816765949?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2383833482816765949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=2383833482816765949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2383833482816765949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2383833482816765949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/10/postsecret-of-week.html' title='PostSecret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SOkwA6oRkVI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WaDfb8ysM-8/s72-c/imgay.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6732425481258506127</id><published>2008-09-28T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:09:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Secret of the Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SN_WWqKMjbI/AAAAAAAAABk/blDcHHkABnY/s1600-h/sure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SN_WWqKMjbI/AAAAAAAAABk/blDcHHkABnY/s320/sure.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251151375299808690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6732425481258506127?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6732425481258506127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6732425481258506127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6732425481258506127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6732425481258506127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/09/post-secret-of-week.html' title='Post Secret of the Week.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SN_WWqKMjbI/AAAAAAAAABk/blDcHHkABnY/s72-c/sure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-2060726499195705173</id><published>2008-09-28T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:06:54.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quicky</title><content type='html'>Really fast, what I did over Homecoming week:&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday-Thursday Homecoming get-up&lt;br /&gt;-Skipped the Thursday Bonfire&lt;br /&gt;-Attended Homecoming Game and Tailgate&lt;br /&gt;-Attended Homecoming Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since you already know how the dress-up week went, I’ll tell you about the two things I attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Homecoming Tailgate was alright, I guess, food I couldn’t eat was served, but I go the chance to get great seats for the game, and I sat with about twenty of my friends.  The game itself flipping sucked.  Out defense decided to slack off during the last quarter and we LOST our HOMECOMING game.  The first HC game we’ve ever lost, and it will burden me as a blemish on my high school record forever. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Homecoming dance was alright, dancing with Quinn was super fun (I’ll put pictures of pre-dance on here later) and the music was okay.  There was a little bit of drama, but I stayed out of it for the most part. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In other news, I freaking love my Pre-AP English teacher.  He’s amazing.  End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hmm.  I guess Quinn’s probably going to drop zero hour – the only class we have together – because he doesn’t like getting up so early and he won’t need one after this semester because he can take his computer course online over summer.  I really hope he doesn’t.  We haven’t ever been seated by each other, but we do get to talk during class sometimes, and talk and sit together before class, plus he’s my ride to school Monday-Wednesday.  It’s kinda comforting to have a class with him again (we shared Theater last year).  I’m pretty positive he will drop it, he seemed pretty adamant on dropping it the only time I brought it up. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There really hasn’t been all that much going on this last week to blog about… which stinks… meh, next week will be more interesting, I’m sure,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-2060726499195705173?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/2060726499195705173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=2060726499195705173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2060726499195705173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/2060726499195705173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/09/quicky.html' title='The Quicky'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5201353389248921203</id><published>2008-09-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:18:31.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SNhf_myp0iI/AAAAAAAAABc/EmgTnRMALGI/s1600-h/jessie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SNhf_myp0iI/AAAAAAAAABc/EmgTnRMALGI/s320/jessie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249050912049713698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5201353389248921203?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5201353389248921203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5201353389248921203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5201353389248921203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5201353389248921203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/09/postsecret-of-week.html' title='PostSecret of the Week'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SNhf_myp0iI/AAAAAAAAABc/EmgTnRMALGI/s72-c/jessie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-46186539145918739</id><published>2008-09-22T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:57:33.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming Week!</title><content type='html'>Yes! It's finally Homecoming week at Mesquite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it was Jersey Day - to wear the jersey of your favorite team - but dang it all, I forgot!  I could have worn my Cutler or maybe even dawned the sacred Elway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Animal Print Day, where you wear animal PRINT NOT FUR to school.  I’m literally wearing animal print.  I have a shirt with owls printed all over it, along with my zebra-print phone :) It’s too bad my zebra print mini-duffle and wallet aren’t here yet, I could have REALLY been in the spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is Work Out Attire, where you can wear work out clothes, obviously, including track suites, basketball shorts, and wife beaters :) I’m gonna go with my track suite and a white tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is Formal Attire Day – MY FAVORITE!  I’m going all decked out in a formal dress, formal shoes, jewelry, the works!  Which dress and shoes and jewels are undecided :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is Get W.I.T.H. Us Wildcat Pride shirts :( I forgot to buy one.  Buuut I’ll wear my choir shirt that day, so I suppose it’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is also the Homecoming bonfire – always fun, and our Homecoming game against DV.  I know some nasty names for that school which I shall not list here, but call out at the game :) Can’t WAIT to paint my face, wear school colors, and get pumped up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BEST PART OF ALL: HOMECOMING&lt;br /&gt;… is Saturday night.  Apparently starting at nine?  I have no idea.  BUT I do have a picture of my dress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SNhaew9YVHI/AAAAAAAAABI/MbrSnPJ2c_Q/s1600-h/HCD.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SNhaew9YVHI/AAAAAAAAABI/MbrSnPJ2c_Q/s320/HCD.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249044850285237362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how this gets confused, but that IS an ENTIRELY blue dress.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a picture of my shoes, but they’re brown wedges with white toe straps for those of you with an imagination :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I have now, haha, another update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-46186539145918739?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/46186539145918739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=46186539145918739' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/46186539145918739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/46186539145918739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/09/homecoming-week.html' title='Homecoming Week!'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/SNhaew9YVHI/AAAAAAAAABI/MbrSnPJ2c_Q/s72-c/HCD.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5641314251212896352</id><published>2008-09-07T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:59:29.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again,</title><content type='html'>much too long for a new post. I apologize, I need to get my old habit back.&lt;br /&gt;For newer news...&lt;br /&gt;My belly piercing is this Saturday&lt;br /&gt;All my classes are going very well&lt;br /&gt;Amigos are fantastic&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly sick, and Quinn is very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm ending it because I can't blog if I'm not in the right mode, but you guys needed SOMETHING...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5641314251212896352?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5641314251212896352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5641314251212896352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5641314251212896352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5641314251212896352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/09/again.html' title='Again,'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6465513544180526993</id><published>2008-08-25T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:17:13.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty one days</title><content type='html'>Since I've last posted.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy... in fact I am right now too.&lt;br /&gt;But, you all deserve an update, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 33 days, I'm getting my belly pierced. :)&lt;br /&gt;In 12 days, I'll be going out with Quinn for three months. :D&lt;br /&gt;In 5 days, I'm going to work. :(&lt;br /&gt;In 4 days, I'm doing something with Quinn. :)&lt;br /&gt;In 1 day, I'm going to school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Kennedy is crazy... so far this year, she's kept me behind after school four times, and called my mom once. Then she was nice. Then she told me I probably won't have my In-Chief title for all three years, like she said. But she claims she wants me to succeed. Crazy psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A NEW PHONE! It's an Alias. With a Zebra print cover. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iiii also think my spanish teacher is a pedophile. He's 25 and flirts with me, like, everyday. No me gusta lo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically LOVE my Honors English and AP World History teachers as well. &lt;br /&gt;They make me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO LOVE MY BOYFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s238.photobucket.com/albums/ff177/desitaylor/?action=view&amp;current=veryhappy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff177/desitaylor/veryhappy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PostSecret of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s238.photobucket.com/albums/ff177/desitaylor/?action=view&amp;current=hmmm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff177/desitaylor/hmmm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6465513544180526993?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6465513544180526993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6465513544180526993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6465513544180526993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6465513544180526993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/08/twenty-one-days.html' title='Twenty one days'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-9197380646816371143</id><published>2008-08-04T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:00:40.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a panic attack today.</title><content type='html'>Yep. Ask me for details if you wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's much to much to cover from the last time I blogged, so I'll just highlight the interesting stuff and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGHLIGHTS:&lt;br /&gt;California was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Work is very hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tan.&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;School is starting!&lt;br /&gt;Editor In Chief for Journalism!&lt;br /&gt;New teacher for/Wheat we're do about Choir!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very tan!&lt;br /&gt;I still love my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm SO excited for school to start! Wednesday! AH!&lt;br /&gt;Schedule:&lt;br /&gt;0: Earth Science/Peterson A203&lt;br /&gt;1: Womens Advanced Emsemble/Ubrig F115&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;2: Math Topic 3/Kingsbury P005 :C&lt;br /&gt;3: Spanish 3/WILL BE Diggs B***&lt;br /&gt;4: LUNCH&lt;br /&gt;5: Honors English 2 BLOCK/Zona B234&lt;br /&gt;6: AP World History BLOCK/Rodish B234&lt;br /&gt;7: Journalism/Kennedy B114&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalism is changing...&lt;br /&gt;I'm basically ignoring Kennedy as much as possible, because she has no clue how to handle a school paper. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir is changing too...&lt;br /&gt;But Sarah and I are trying to save it.&lt;br /&gt;There's not an end of the year concert... WHAT?! Yeah, no, it's been that way for eleven years, it's not changing no matter what some lame new chick says. She wants musicals... pretty much everyone else does not. So Sarah and I have written a whole new end of the year concert, and we're presenting it to her soon. How can she turn us down if all five choirs are backing us and it's already done? Exactly. And from now on it'll be a student-written thing, not the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;And Advanced Vacal/Advanced Womens are not show choirs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Um, Advanced Vocal is infamous for being show, and if Advanced Women's isn't show, there's absolutely no difference between Advanced and regular Womens choir. So that won't work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah, the next thing is my tanness, but that's sort of self explanitory, so... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my amazing boyfriend. :) He's seriously the best thing ever, I can't even describe it. and I'm not going to blab love life details online, so all you need to know is he's great, I'm happy, and you should be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, kidding. But not really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small update, but there's not much going on, so... Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-9197380646816371143?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/9197380646816371143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=9197380646816371143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/9197380646816371143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/9197380646816371143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-panic-attack-today.html' title='I had a panic attack today.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-1698415172762169896</id><published>2008-07-13T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T07:33:57.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good life</title><content type='html'>Despite all the things it could be. :)&lt;br /&gt;At 7 AM on Sunday Morning, I'm feeling very content, even excited with life.&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Amanda yesterday, "Guys, sometimes I'm just happy to be alive."&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am to post about the happenings of the week, and future things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week was rather fun, no lie.&lt;br /&gt;I went the the Phoenix Rock Gym with Quinn! I haven't been since the field trip at SJB (3 years) and Quinn hasn't been since he was nine (6 years. Hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;That was amazingly fun. Rock climbing all day... :) I love rock climbing.&lt;br /&gt;Then at eightish we were picked up and went to my house and watched television in the second living room. Amazingly again, my mom and step dad didn't "check up" on us once.&lt;br /&gt;That was refreshing. I'm trusted :)&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday Quinn was supposed to come to my house and watching movies with me, but due to silly things I ended up going to his, and we watched Stand By Me. 1986's BEST movie, that you're not a man until you've seen... and you're not a woman if you haven't, either. XD&lt;br /&gt;Now, of course, at his house we were watched 80% of the time by his mom... she doesn't like AT ALL that Quinn is having mature relations with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, she likes me just fine, but if you remember my other blogs... she had a BF when she saw him give me a quick smooch goodbye. Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, nonetheless, it was still fun :)&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day he left for Colorado. And got sick. :/&lt;br /&gt;Poor kid, he was texting me last night saying he felt really hot and his body was pulsing. He gets sick every time he travels, but no other time... it's weird. And I feel bad. As of now, it's 8:17 there. And 7:17 here. Don't quite know why I'm telling you this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saturday! I hung out with Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;And kind of Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;It was us three amigas at Linens N Things getting Sarah a new hamper, then we went to the mighty B&amp;N and looked at mischief books and got Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Sarah's. And Amanda felt sick. So she went home. So Sarah and I put together the hamper, and chiiiled. Then we decided to go to Lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a membership there, finally. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So, we took Sadiq (who cam over) and Tino with us, and Sarah and I worked! Our abs :) And walked/ran/jogged a mile on the treadmills. And then we sat in the sauna!&lt;br /&gt;It was very legit :)&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and was awoken at very early times by SOMEONE texting me with his two buddies, asking me if I'd ever kiss him or either of his friends. I said no. He said Quinn doesn't have to know. I said I'm not like that. He said what if he moved and was going to never see me again. I still said no.&lt;br /&gt;Don'tcha just LOVE loser boys?&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as for FUTURE plans!!!&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday My mom, aunt, Ariadna and I are all leaving for California! Before the sun rises! We're over achievers :)&lt;br /&gt;As for this week! I've made a list :)&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: We lightly pack. Just starting to pull stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW: We pull everything we're thinking of packing clothing-wise.&lt;br /&gt;DAY AFTER TOMORROW: I work. BUT, Ariadna will get EVERYTHING of EVERYTHING together.&lt;br /&gt;DAY AFTER THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW: Either my dad will cooperate and drop me off at Ariadna's house, or I'll pay Sarah more gas money and she'll pick me up from my moms. Whatever happens, Wednesday I will be at Ariadna's house and we'll pick the final things to pack, double check that we have EVERYTHING, and leave with Sarah :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll go get a yummy healthy lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Then we're getting Ariadna a Lifetime Guest pass!&lt;br /&gt;Then we're working out!&lt;br /&gt;Then we're sitting in the sauna!&lt;br /&gt;Then we're showering!&lt;br /&gt;Then we're going to my home.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to pack the things I need, making sure I have everything.&lt;br /&gt;And relax :)&lt;br /&gt;And go to bed (but not necessarily to sleep...) no later than ten in the P.M..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy Sabbath ladies and gents, I'm gonna roll :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-1698415172762169896?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/1698415172762169896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=1698415172762169896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/1698415172762169896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/1698415172762169896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-good-life.html' title='It&apos;s a good life'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5835823896019202703</id><published>2008-07-06T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:50:22.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so much harder to blog during the summer.</title><content type='html'>It's not that I'm not motivated, it's just summer is so carefree for me, and I’m so used to the structure of blogging after school on Wednesdays and possibly again on Friday and Saturday. Therefore, I am re-doing my template for your viewing pleasure. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I’ve been writing songs… I’ve only completed two, but it’s odd, because one of them is something you’d hear Paula DeAnda or JoJo singing, and the other is more Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood. Polar opposites, really. BUT, there is MAJOR possibility of my writing a few more songs and recording them, along with some covers, before the year is out. I’m sooo excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m singing Natasha Bedingfield’s cover of Chasing Cars right now. Probably the ONLY song that she’s sang that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, I think I’m gonna talk about work.&lt;br /&gt;I worked July 2, July 4 :(  and July 5.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was rather boring at South, and I got and Employee Warning from friggin’ Jose, little dick, for “repeatedly being late.”&lt;br /&gt;… the ONLY time I was late was getting back from lunch, and I talked to him about it and he knew, I shouldn’t be written up for that. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The 4th, I had Customer Service, which was actually fine, and I saw three people at work that day, two of which I’m friends with. :)&lt;br /&gt;The 5th… was insane.&lt;br /&gt;I had North. And ALL day was pretty much hot and hilarious. I got to work 11:30, cause I was a break guard, and right away I befriended some little kids, saw some I recognized, and had fun, I guess. At lunch I was with a handful of guards, including Skyler, Austin, Trevor, and a few I don’t know the names of. Skyler had put Kool-Aid in his water jug, and wanted to dump it out. I saw this and yelled “YOU DON’T WANT YOUR KOOL-AID?!”&lt;br /&gt;Austin BUSTED up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t get that, I’m not going to explain it, so you’re out of luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then after talking about girls losing their swim suits, church, and other religions, I went back, and there I started to talk to some hilarious little kids! You know the Little Rascal’s wave? The one where you stick your hand under your chin and wiggle your fingers? Yeah, I do that all the time, and when my voice gets tired, I just wave at the kids, and there was this little boy, I can’t remember his name, but it was his birthday, and when I waved at him, he stopped, kinda turned to the side, popped his foot, tilted his head, raised his hand, and wiggled his little fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I about fell into the water laughing. It was AMAZING. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the guy in the Wave Pool. I was at the wave side chair, where my back is to the Wave Pool, and I was dancing in my chair, minding my own, then I head some guy say “Nice boobs!” I turned around to see if that was directed at me, and sure enough there was an old guy staring at me. I stopped smiling, and slowly turned around, I can’t say anything back by law, but then he spoke again, “Nice moves, I saw you dancing over there.”&lt;br /&gt;I was like OH!!! Nice MOVES!!!!! Hahahahahahahahahahaha :):):):)&lt;br /&gt;And then Geordi! Easily my favorite male Lifeguard -- seriously, we’re gonna be friends for-friggin-ever – came by! He was rotating, and I was still at Wave Side, and there is NOT enough room for two Lifeguards on that little slab of wall we have, so whenever a guard comes by, I stand up so they can either use the back of my chair and swing around, or they can climb over the chair and safely get by. Well Geordi (pronounced J-OR-DEE, by the way) was messing with me, and when I stood he went in front of me, and was like “Oh, excuse me, miss, excuse me, oh my,” and I was like, “Oh, you’re so funny, Geordi,” we were just messing around, whatever, but then to get by without falling in, Geordi grabbed the umbrella and swung his legs around, kicking my water jug into the Wave Pool in the process. There’s about a eight foot drop into about two feet of water at Wave Side… no idea how we were gonna get it back. So I yelled “Geordi!” and he had a look on his face that said “Oh crap.’ and he had me hold his water jug and started to get geared up to jump it without getting hurt and right before he did this guy walked by and Geordi stopped and was like “Uhh, sir, could you… hand me… that?”&lt;br /&gt;And he did.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha, maybe it’s just me, maybe you just had to be there, but it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, how was your 4th? Do tell. Mine was with my mom, step dad, and Quinn at the show my school put on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just a little tid bit for you, yesterday meant that it’s been exactly one month Quinn and I have officially going out. :)&lt;br /&gt;Happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay people, I’m gonna start that new template! Peace out home skillets!  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5835823896019202703?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5835823896019202703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5835823896019202703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5835823896019202703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5835823896019202703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-so-much-harder-to-blog-during.html' title='It&apos;s so much harder to blog during the summer.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5562310661034541161</id><published>2008-06-27T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:24:51.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair is uber soft.</title><content type='html'>Yay! I love soft hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;For those of you around me enough, you know I CONSTANTLY play with my hair - I guess it's just my random habit. :)&lt;br /&gt;It smells great too! And It's looking very boho...&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I'm grounded at my dads house, and as a consequence, I have to go to my cousins house while they're (my dad and step mom) at work.&lt;br /&gt;Wwwweeelllllll, Lauren, the cousin, has a boyfriend: Hector. He's suuuper cool, and since my little step sister and Lauren's little half brother are up in Payson visiting my FAVORITE grand parent (I'm so jealous...) I'm able to do other things with Lauren and Hector. Well, I've been to Hectors house twice this week, and yesterday way lots of fun :) There were twelve people there, with ALL of Hectors siblings (seven kids, in all, one gay and in college... he's my favorite :)) And we had lunch from this little Mexican place, then some left, some napped, some showered, and those remaining played Life! I was the LAST person done, but I won the game with 1.7 million dollars XD&lt;br /&gt;Awww yeeaaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, I'm booked.&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Chandler Mall at 11, to meet Ariadna, we'll be roaming, Starbucks-ing it up, messing around in Sephora, all while day dreaming of California. :) I'm reeeally excited to see her :):):)&lt;br /&gt;Then around two or three, Ariadna will be leaving :( and Quinn will be arriving :)&lt;br /&gt;He's joining me on my later plans tonight, but we decided to meet up early so I could help him shop for shirts and just hang out before...&lt;br /&gt;... We take my little cousin Connor to see Wall-E!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, for those of you who don't know, Connor is five, and I neeever get to do anything with him, so I'm taking him to see Wall-E, and I told Quinn this, he thought it was cute, and I invited him to come! And then the rest just sort of fell into place.&lt;br /&gt;I think Wall-E looks super cute and funny, haha... who says it's a sin to let out your inner kid? Certainly not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Only a half hour to go! And I still need to stop and activate my debit card... Hahaha, I better go, later guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5562310661034541161?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5562310661034541161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5562310661034541161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5562310661034541161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5562310661034541161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-hair-is-uber-soft.html' title='My hair is uber soft.'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8188351079570781053</id><published>2008-06-20T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:59:51.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, very eventful DAY</title><content type='html'>Yes, people, DAY.&lt;br /&gt;Not week, not even last few days, but D-A-Y.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, my first ever blog dedicated to just one day: 6/20/08&lt;br /&gt;So let us begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to go to Quinn's house today, after spending the bight at Sarah's house. We planned on me walking over between 10-11... I WOKE UP at 10:45.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;So I hurried to get dressed and what not, and got over there a little after eleven, where Quinn and I proceeded to watch movies like Shaun of the Dead, Stepmom and The Mist.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, obviously his mom was home and so was his brother, and the way things work is Quinn's dad is fine with whatever PDA Quinn and I have (even though I NEVER do anything in front of them other than holding hands or having Quinn's arm around me) and his mom... it's best to stay well away. Don't get me wrong, she loves me, she's not that hard to win over (Quinn's dad on the other hand, is a little tougher... but still likes me :)), but it's still good to not toe the line.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much, holding hands and Quinn's arm around me is pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;SO, at one point Kyle and Quinn's mom were outside swimming, and it was just Quinn and I inside watching Shaun of the Dead, and I was sitting in this arm chair that was extended so when you're sitting it, your legs are out in front you like a permanent recliner.&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting criss-cross-apple sauce in it, and Quinn sat down facing me, the same way, and we leaned in to give each other a kiss, and his mom came in! The chair is RIGHT next to the back door, so she totally saw. We weren't tonguing each other or anything, but I shot back sooo fast, haha, remember, I do nooot like parents seeing anything like that. Well, she glared at Quinn and told him to behave... little did we know, that was the start of her shooting nasty looks aaallllll day to him.&lt;br /&gt;We'd just be sitting next to each other with his arm around me, and she'd check on us, wait for me to stop looking at her, and look at Quinn like she wanted to rip his head off or something. So she'd check on us, wait for Quinn's dad to get home to leave us alone, she drove us when we wanted something from the gas station... and Quinn and I KNEW that after I left she'd go off on Quinn about everything, (she told his dad that when she came in, Quinn was on top of me, and we were basically down each other's throats) and blow it up, and Quinn's dad has learned a long time ago to just let her win and let her be right, or else face wrath and tears and all the lovely things women do.&lt;br /&gt;(Haha, guys, I apologize on behalf of my gender.)&lt;br /&gt;BUT, Quinn told me that when he got back home, he dad pretty much put his mom in her place! He NEVER sticks up for Quinn or Kyle or even himself anymore!&lt;br /&gt;But he stood up for me!! I guess he shut her up pretty quick, saying that I wasn't that kind of girl, and told her to go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;:O:O:O:O!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, that MADE my week, like, you have NO idea. Parent's don't EVER do that kind of thing, (you know what I'm talking about!) and the fact that he did that for ME... He totally adores me :)&lt;br /&gt;And that's suuuper important to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, so that's pretty much it for today, other than the fact that I had a splitting head ache the last hour I was at Quinn's house (Oh, and he rubbed my back and played with my hair when I layed my head on a pillow, so make me feel better... he's sooo sweet :) Haha, no one believes me :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you later, for SURE, but I have work tomorrow and need to get in before midnight! :D I love you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8188351079570781053?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8188351079570781053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8188351079570781053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8188351079570781053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8188351079570781053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha-very-eventful-day.html' title='Haha, very eventful DAY'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-6885020018034482392</id><published>2008-06-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T14:30:28.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog used to make me mad</title><content type='html'>I could never remember my password when I logged in, so I had to keep getting it e-mailed to my e-mail, until, finally, I just made it the same password as my e-mail. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa man, I don't even know what I need to update on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nerd. I'm already psyched for school. I know all the supplies I wanna buy and specific stuff for each class... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is just something I need to get out there... Quinn is my boyfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;He asked me out on the seventh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, all my lovely readers must know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, I'm grounded! For a MONTH! It WAS gonna be all summer with no phone, no computer, and no friends, but my dad called my mom saying he wanted her to reinforce the punishment this time, and she thought he was overreacting (he really was... he still is) so now it's no friends for a month, not until my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;But you know my mom. :) She said if I just go along with it for a week or so, she'll let me have people over :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Lifeguarding is great. I got Guard of the Day on my very first day of work. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I looove it!&lt;br /&gt;I only worked one day this week, though! And only two next week! Grrr! I'm gonna look for people who need shifts covered, because this is obscene. I want to work, you have no idea. It's either that, or I'm stuck at my cousins house for eight hours a day because my dad doesn't like the thought of me home alone, even though I'm FIFTEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's huuuugely un-trusting. Especially of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought I think sixty dollars worth of stuff on iTunes? Over the course of a week, of course. :) I love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP I HAVE A DEBIT CARD!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It finally came in the mail today :D It's a debit-savings account, so I can put all my paychecks in and get interest and blahhh, and I can put a part of it in saving for fun stuff like college. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Pookie and I's song just came on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;Austin by Blake Shelton is a reeeaaaaaallllllyyyyyyyyy good song. Alex and I LOVE it. It's seriously the best :) I'm listening to it on repeat, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Made! And my friend Nole was on it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I lost his number though :((( When my phone was stolen:((( He helped me sing at Thespian Conference, and I REALLY hope he's there next year I wanna see him bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I need to work on my tan, but my family will be home soon... and I hate tanning while they're home or going to be home... I don't know why :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING TO WRITE!&lt;br /&gt;:((&lt;br /&gt;I think this is going to end short.&lt;br /&gt;Because there's NOTHING to blog about while you're grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Yeah, I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again when I actually DO something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-6885020018034482392?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/6885020018034482392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=6885020018034482392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6885020018034482392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/6885020018034482392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blog-used-to-make-me-mad.html' title='My blog used to make me mad'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-5192510500546553408</id><published>2008-06-05T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:54:20.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like my sugar with some coffee &amp; cream</title><content type='html'>That's riiight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, real update this time, cause I'm tired of watching the same episodes of The Real World and A Shot At Love II. Four times is enough.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm just gonna turn the television off. iTunes is calling my name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You're a part time lover and a full time friend..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, yesterday I went to Wallace! With: Jarek, Viet, Ariadna, Jessie, Quinn, Alex, Matty, and his gay friend and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;What Happens In Vegas is what we saw, and I must say, it was great :D the movie was built up to be more than what it turned out to be, but still phenomenal, none the less.&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie, we went into Streamers and ordered water and french fries, as tradition goes, and ended being five minutes late! Thank goodness for previews! :)&lt;br /&gt;And the theater was EMPTY. Except for ONE other person. It was friggin' amazing. I love week night movie-goings. :) Officially.&lt;br /&gt;After, Quinn and Jessie left, so the rest of us roamed around and ended up getting stopped by police on bikes (XD) by the canal. There has been some tagging issues, but we clearly weren't spray painting anything, so we didn't get into any trouble. :)&lt;br /&gt;After, we went to QT and Walmart and got drinks and Lemonhead's, and Alex spent the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I were up until 3 AM! Hahahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and guess what? A friend (Friend 1) of mine told me that Clayton is basically a total jerk. I already knew that, but this friend is one of my best friends, and she's best friends with another girl (Friend 2), and she constantly updates Friend 2 and me and me about her. &lt;br /&gt;WELL, Clayton hooked up with Friend 2 in 8th grade apparently, found her on Myspace, and messaged her saying they should hook up again... WHILE WE WERE STILL GOING OUT. Hmmm. I almost asked him about it, but decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Friend 2 never replied because she knows and likes me waaay more than him, and she was definitely nooot interested. Ha, that pissed me off for about thirty seconds, but then I decided: I don't care. If that's the kind of guy and boyfriend he is and was, I don't need him. Not even as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting really interested in my bible lately. I think it's fate, I picked it up after about three months of neglect, and a card with my old youth leader's number fell out... I called it. Kelli answered! I miss her so much!!! She goes to college in CA, but is in town for the summer, and I really hope to see her. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've come across some really, really good stories and quotes that I've written down or underlined... I plan to pass the bible on when I become a leader.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna lead Wyldlife. When I was in Wyldlife (I'm too old for it now) one of my leaders, Kyle, gave me his bible; it was his baby, but he was getting a new one with his name printed on it and everything, so he passed on a book filled with little scribbles in the margins of books and chapters to read, quotes underlined, and collected notes throughout it. I've added my own, and written both mine and Kyle's in the back. When I get my new bible, I want to pass it to a boy, seeing as Kyle passed it to a girl, and hopefully he'll add his own things in the margins and such, then pass again to a girl. I think that'd be one amazing spiritual passing, I absolutely love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. My hair is down and natural today... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GETTING TAN!!! YAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, Friday I've been invited to Kyle's (Quinn's brother) graduation party. Haha, I'm happy about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I have ten songs to learn on the piano in a little amount of time. Sarah is hosting another fiesta at this Sushi bar she works at, and she asked me to play piano while she sings... Ah! I can learn, duhh, but I'm antsy! She's doing some Vanessa Carlton and Maroon 5 which is simple, and I'm gonna ask her about doing Boston by Agustana, seeing as I already know that song. I'm excited, but scared. So, in about an hour, I'm going over to her house to begin practice!&lt;br /&gt;Yaaayyy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Never knew I could feel like this, it's like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss, everyday I love you more and more."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Moulin Rouge! DVD. I want a new one SO bad. :'C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want some water... be right back.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no I won't. I like this song too much. I'll drink some later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to move. My moms house, I mean. She mentioned looking at houses, and now I really wanna move. Not out of the state, but some other house in Chandler or Gilbert. I want to re-do my room again.&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't move, I still want to re-do my room. Ag...&lt;br /&gt;I love the orange and dark pink, but it's getting old. I want three white walls, and one navy. I want to do the trimming in navy too, like my window and closet. I also want to get rid of my closet, I hate it. I want to put storage crap in there, like book shelves and boxes, then just shut the curtains. I reeally want to get one of those roll-y portable silver clothing rack things, ya know? Then I could just have it somewhere in my room. I'd love that. And a new bed spread! I saw a navy suede one at Ikea... sooo soft....&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to stop before I drool or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhh. My throat hurts. H2O!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to Sarah's :)&lt;br /&gt;Ta-ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-5192510500546553408?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/5192510500546553408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=5192510500546553408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5192510500546553408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/5192510500546553408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-like-my-sugar-with-some-coffee-cream.html' title='I like my sugar with some coffee &amp; cream'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-8482055179357067128</id><published>2008-05-30T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:55:52.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To make up for the lack of posts this month</title><content type='html'>I'm dedicating another post entirely to my hair that I forgot to mention before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S PRETTY MUCH BLOND AGAIN!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAAAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE having red hair, but I was really starting to miss my blondness :(&lt;br /&gt;But with all the sun and chlorine at Big Surf, it's almost 100% gone :D&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting LOOONG! :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okay, and I think there's more to Big Surf than I mentioned before too.&lt;br /&gt;THE TRAINING IS WAAAYYY HARDER THAN THE JOB. To get your L1 license, you have to go to the back of the pool and swim from one end to the other and back... in one of the three LARGEST wave pools in America. I almost died. I completely didn't listen to my body and kept swimming the whole time because I refused to be that loser who finished last. I was like 15th to last, but whatever. And we had to go to the bottom of a pool doing a surface dive, retrieve a ten pound brick, come back up, and hold it above our head, which was actually really easy.&lt;br /&gt;And then the CRP training... the in the water actives and still GIDs (Guests In Distress) I understand, beginning to do Reassessments checking for breathing and pulse and learning CRP and ALL that jazz, I understand completely, but the fact that we have to know so much for so long is kind of obscene. We're NEVER going to go as far as we do in training, because the EMTs will show up within a minute of the whistle - which is as long as it takes to get out of water, or asses and begin CRP on land - and they'll just push you out of the way and do everything themselves.&lt;br /&gt;And the test we have to do moved from an 8th grade lever to an 11th grade level this year, so I'm sorta nervous about that. But I know my stuff, so I should do fine. I can miss 12 out of 60, so it should be all good. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;And the in water... I'm only worried about the wave pool, but with an L1 license - which is what I have to get according to my age - I can only do 5 feet or less water depth, and the bottom of the slides, so I'm completely at ease.&lt;br /&gt;But still, wish me luck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta jet, love you all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323938756049123543-8482055179357067128?l=desitaylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/feeds/8482055179357067128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5323938756049123543&amp;postID=8482055179357067128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8482055179357067128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5323938756049123543/posts/default/8482055179357067128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desitaylor.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-make-up-for-lack-of-posts-this-month.html' title='To make up for the lack of posts this month'/><author><name>Desi Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09931165301803517960</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oCuTqu50cRk/S3tPC5EnHqI/AAAAAAAAARg/3Fu6G8v5COA/S220/nevoler.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5323938756049123543.post-3269687993623398851</id><published>2008-05-29T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:05:57.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sorry :(</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;And SO much is new.&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm going to purge myself of my newness, with a little mystery then go into detail later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa is not and will not touch me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a job.&lt;br /&gt;Shaffer/Quinn.&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I :)&lt;br /&gt;My hair?!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my finals.&lt;br /&gt;Epidemic Journalism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY - so to save face of all those involved, I will not list names, BUT I will say this: Alyssa is dumb. A number of people say they don't like her, they pick my side (NOTE: I have not, nor will I ever make someone choose a side. This is all your decision.) and yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it cracks me up. I coveted source tells me that she also can talk the talk, but she can't walk the walk. AKA - she can yabber on for days about how hard core she thinks she is, show she's gonna shred me, what a b!tch I am... but never do a thing. :) hahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Amidst other speculation and rumors that she wants or wanted to apologize to me, when I'm gonna get my stuff back, whatever, it's all in the air right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job! I'm a Lifeguard at Big Surf!!!! Well, I don't technically have the job YET, BUT I'm in training for it, I have all the stuff, and I've earned my Lifeguarding license, all I have to do is pass a test, and I have theeee job. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and I love all the perks! I and a friend get in for free any time I go, I get tan, I get bragging rights to an amazing job, I save lives, I get funky sunglasses tan lines, and I'm in water aaalllll day. I love it! :):):):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaffer/Quinn... I don't like Shaffer anymore... I do like Quinn! I know I totally sound like a little girl, but hear me out. I didn't ever really like Shaffer. He's too shy, I don't really know him, it's just whatever. I said that I did on here, however, because certain people REALLY wanted to hear that I did, and I figured things would only go up anyways, so I just said it before I felt it. Well things went down. With summer, different crowds, him NOOOT talking, it just didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;But Quinn has been talking to me a lot lately, and he went on a trip to Iowa the minute school let out for a family reunion and we've been texting ever since. :)&lt;br /&gt;Awww, how nerdyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;He's been really sweet though, for the most part, and the last week-ish of school I actually started realizing that I was pretty flirtatious with him, and when he hugged me a million times, I didn't really mind, he keeps my secrets, he's actually really nice, he's not just a jerky boy... I could go on, but I'll stop before you barf. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, though (so... tomorrow) we're having a movie marathon of movies the other one hasn't seen, and Tommy Boy, the best comedy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Boy is a classic XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I :) are united again! Alyssa basically stole her away from me, and even she said she felt like we'd been cut off, but one day after school let out she called me, and we hung out, and she asked me to Lifeguard with her, and I agreed since Lifeguarding has always been cool to me, and I love it! We're each others carpool to class, we're spending the night pretty much EVERY night... it's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my finals... I failed two of them :) Math, 28/49, but I still got a B in the class, English, 60/100 with is BULL SH!T.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but Mr. Foster just doesn't like me cause I talk. He's even told me, I mean seriously... How does the Editor-In-Chief of the school paper bomb her final, but the class stoner get 100%? Bull.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Journalism, Lindsey, the other EIC, isn't coming back... which is perfect. I was gonna talk to Kennedy about just making it ONE EIC instead of two after she graduates, because, really, Lindsey does nothing, and I do everything... she just gets a title. That's how is was with Robin and Yezmine, Yezmine did nothing. It's annoying. And now, I'm pretty sure I'll get my way, among other changes I wanna make to that paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it's a short update, I will be leaving. I'm off to find awesome techno mucic! 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