<?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-5426734409723483095</id><updated>2011-07-30T09:41:19.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>smile brown eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-1565052659554269072</id><published>2009-09-13T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:28:37.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, bloggers</title><content type='html'>It's been fun while it lasted. You've been a major outlet for me, allowed me to express thoughts I'd kept unsaid, and have been a little piece of history that's helped me learn from the past. For now, I'm letting you go to live my life instead of writing about it. Apologies to those who sometimes remembered to read this blog (Daniel). You still know where to find me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-1565052659554269072?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1565052659554269072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=1565052659554269072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1565052659554269072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1565052659554269072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-long-bloggers.html' title='so long, bloggers'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4877613298731697829</id><published>2009-09-12T12:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:06:45.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lonely men built lonely cities&lt;br /&gt;She worked hard until she was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Still he noticed nothing unusual, this was his way&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna stay devoted to the project&lt;br /&gt;And she's committed herself to not caring anymore&lt;br /&gt;Her heart wasn't sore, she was sure she had cured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better than loving no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's lookin' up, her mind says maybe&lt;br /&gt;Or else she's so crazy it's slavery&lt;br /&gt;To begin it again, pick it up from the end&lt;br /&gt;Save the pieces that never gave, never bend&lt;br /&gt;Still, the whole time there's this light&lt;br /&gt;It wont let her say goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Some white beam of hope in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Has her questioning why&lt;br /&gt;Has her constantly tryin' and lyin' inside&lt;br /&gt;Has her hidin' away like some potential bride&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps turnin' her back like the turn of the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better than loving no one&lt;br /&gt;The burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better than loving no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel what you're feelin' with all of your might&lt;br /&gt;You write down to tell and sing like hell in the night&lt;br /&gt;'Bout the man on your mind when you turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;Who ignited the room when invited inside&lt;br /&gt;Who now is long gone and despite how forthright&lt;br /&gt;Was the song you played just to show how uptight&lt;br /&gt;And embarrassed he made you, your loves stay strong&lt;br /&gt;Convincing words appear backwards and wrong&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't make sense to want to belong&lt;br /&gt;With a guy who made you all tense and withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;It shows you in the corner where the walls shadows&lt;br /&gt;Silhouette the one you won't let go who hasn't arrived yet&lt;br /&gt;And he won't, you know, you can just forget about him though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better than loving no one&lt;br /&gt;The burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better than loving no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about that, it's not matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;If the world fell in half are you for it&lt;br /&gt;Adoring to kick back, relax, and laugh and deplore&lt;br /&gt;Cursin' all of the fools who exist to implore&lt;br /&gt;Writing books cursing morons who tore&lt;br /&gt;What they swore gave them reasons to be:&lt;br /&gt;I love him, he loves me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better than loving no one&lt;br /&gt;The burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4877613298731697829?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4877613298731697829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4877613298731697829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4877613298731697829'/><link rel='self' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=1511463759307711883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1511463759307711883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1511463759307711883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-going-to-be-harder-than-i-ever.html' title='this is going to be harder than I ever imagined'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-3142890171600917127</id><published>2009-09-02T23:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:26:12.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was playing piano with Josh today, a long lost tradition that was more common sophomore year of college. His lyrics are actually the post before this. I just remember playing a new song of his (which is now old) for the first time last summer after everyone came back to Columbia and walking out of FAB to the Augustana concert.  I suddenly got this nostalgic, melancholy feeling that came over me. It's so strange to think of where I was last year and where I am now in my life. (This sentence has appeared a lot in my writing, but it's something I always seem to think about at the start and end of the year.) Some parts are the same but others are dramatically different. It's even weirder that at that moment of time, things didn't seem different at all, but over many months this ever present anomaly in various aspects of my life has been suddenly revealed. I don't even know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;In terms of friendships:&lt;br /&gt;I have been dealt a huge loss. It's hard to imagine that you will not be able to share your life with your best friend, someone you thought would be there through it all... with corny jokes to boot. I haven't fully accepted that I may not see them again. I'm so stubborn in that sense, I have to find solutions to the problem even though it's completely out of my hands. I will always be hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;In terms of faith:&lt;br /&gt;I am more curious about God than I have ever been. Religion always seemed like an infinite number of rules, a test on bible verses and the Saints, never a personal relationship but an obligation to attend mass on every Sunday seeing as I had 12 years of Catholic education under my belt. I frequently see how God breathes life, strength, and hope into my friends and I wonder if I will ever have that... That fearless commitment to God and The Word, placing yourself in His all powerful hands. I still have so many questions. I still have my doubts, but I keep reminding myself that if I seek God, He will reveal Himself to me... whether it's months from now, or when I'm 80. Just have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;In terms of love:&lt;br /&gt;Ah, love... funny little notion that will forever keep me on my toes. July '08 sank in my stomach for months. I was blind-sighted, hurt more than I'd ever been, by someone I knew wasn't capable of committing to me. And I pushed it. I hurt myself more than he hurt me by developing great expectations of this love fueled by chemistry. Forgiveness was the most difficult pill to swallow. With the passing of time the enchantment lifted and I was sparked by another pair of bright eyes. A surprise by design: no instant attraction but a sense that I had known him my entire life. A man with healing hands, kind brown eyes, a warped sense of humor, and the most genuine heart. I cannot say that we haven't had our struggles, but the fact that he isn't afraid to fight for me, pursue me, or love me makes everything worth its weight.&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog because my friends were doing it and I became committed to writing in it because I had never kept a journal before. My writing over the past 18 months has been an in-depth study to help me with the challenges I face in the future. I never imagined that putting your thoughts down for others to read, whether they be stranger or close friend, would be so rewarding and uplifting. I look forward to the day, years from now, when the idea that this blog exists will spark my curiosity to read it and look back on my life in college. For this little piece of technology, I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-3142890171600917127?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3142890171600917127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=3142890171600917127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3142890171600917127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3142890171600917127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-playing-piano-with-josh-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-8750522563989290122</id><published>2009-09-02T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:51:37.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;you, oh you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you tie me into knots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;break up all those doves in flock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you talk your Florida talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please excuse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apologies to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apologizing for the fact &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that i've been taken aback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and well put quite simply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't mind at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-8750522563989290122?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8750522563989290122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=8750522563989290122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8750522563989290122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8750522563989290122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-oh-you-you-tie-me-into-knots-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4345553376875776560</id><published>2009-08-27T01:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:29:42.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna pretend&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up a good fight&lt;br /&gt;Every time you say&lt;br /&gt;You still think that love is&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like it should be&lt;br /&gt;It isn't like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Where everything goes right&lt;br /&gt;In the endings but you are&lt;br /&gt;Something like a flower&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding before me&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the morning light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;Can't give up on you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I never win&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this could be a feeling&lt;br /&gt;We'll never find again&lt;br /&gt;Never find again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you say it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4345553376875776560?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4345553376875776560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4345553376875776560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4345553376875776560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4345553376875776560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-what-it-feels-like-im-not-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-1907489474589912045</id><published>2009-08-16T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T18:34:04.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The burden of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;May be better than loving no one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-1907489474589912045?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1907489474589912045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=1907489474589912045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1907489474589912045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1907489474589912045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/burden-of-loving-someone-may-be-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-807577072866370963</id><published>2009-07-05T19:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:27:07.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight</title><content type='html'>What if...?&lt;br /&gt;What if is the sinking feeling underneath your skin when hidden memories reach the surface for air. What if cannot be touched, it is not constant or enduring, it is not genuine or fearless. What if is a yearning, it is the greatest risk, it is unwary and relentless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if...?&lt;br /&gt;It does not exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-807577072866370963?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/807577072866370963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=807577072866370963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/807577072866370963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/807577072866370963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if.html' title='goodnight'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6840985226610470679</id><published>2009-05-10T23:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:53:09.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dimanche secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMsdyQT6ACg/SaldzCxBL8I/AAAAAAAABhI/fN-8ps0g98s/s400/troptard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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you said inside grand central station&lt;br /&gt;and your eyes grew red and wild before the chasing&lt;br /&gt;i felt your body move through my coat&lt;br /&gt;i felt you footstep silent but&lt;br /&gt;-heavy, you followed me onto the shuttle&lt;br /&gt;tapped my shoulder one last time ... that was all&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;i miss winter just because i miss when i knew you best&lt;br /&gt;i miss the typewriter in the basement, i miss making your room . . a mess&lt;br /&gt;i miss not being misused&lt;br /&gt;i miss it all, so i guess i lose&lt;br /&gt;seagreen, seeblue&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;september 2 to april 13th, but whos counting?&lt;br /&gt;song after song after song after song amounting into mountains&lt;br /&gt;he told me you beat her up&lt;br /&gt;behold the &amp;quot;super keith&amp;quot; on the cup&lt;br /&gt;",1]&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; is this love? is this it?&lt;br /&gt;if it is I like it&lt;br /&gt;and if it's love&lt;br /&gt;please stay love, don't go away love&lt;br /&gt;don't go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2863476730791379814?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2863476730791379814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2863476730791379814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2863476730791379814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2863476730791379814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-mind-if-i-call-u-sweetheart-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-254630836584606574</id><published>2009-04-08T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:50:48.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pehhhpper on your poppycosh?</title><content type='html'>Mmm pepper. So I haven't had the best week, for reasons I won't mention, but the weather was nice and I was able to enjoy lunch between classes and rediscovered love that was The Format streaming from my headphones. After a three hour Physics lab, I got home and went into the bathroom to find a huge chunk of pepper sitting on the groove along my gum and incisor tooth. I can't imagine how many people in my lab and friends walking by on their way to class that I greeted, looked at me for a second, then didn't know whether to mention something or laugh as I smiled.  Needless to say I bent over from laughing until my stomach started to ache and tears were welling in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story, kiddies is no matter how well you know a person, lend a hand: tell a girl that she's got junk in her grill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-254630836584606574?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/254630836584606574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=254630836584606574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/254630836584606574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/254630836584606574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/04/pehhhpper-on-your-poppycosh.html' title='pehhhpper on your poppycosh?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-1237899248002281825</id><published>2009-03-15T18:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:53:31.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>viral gastroenteritis</title><content type='html'>Hello again! :) So it's safe to say I've been better than my physical state the past week. After getting over an annoying cold, I came down with the stomach flu just before exams. Perfect timing, little bugger. Other than my immune system taking an early spring break, things are going very well. There's something about warmer weather, abandoned sweatshirts, and Sparky's ice cream that lifts your spirits even in the calm before the storm. See you after a full week of impossible exams! Until then, enjoy some tunes and laughs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7yG-GzKE6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q7yG-GzKE6w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/5426734409723483095-1237899248002281825?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1237899248002281825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=1237899248002281825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1237899248002281825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1237899248002281825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/03/viral-gastroenteritis.html' title='viral gastroenteritis'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4389926528611055182</id><published>2009-02-22T22:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:33:54.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look, I know this could use an update but my life has been all kinds of busy. Stick with me. It's coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4389926528611055182?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4389926528611055182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4389926528611055182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4389926528611055182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4389926528611055182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-i-know-this-could-use-update-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-955471868687086234</id><published>2009-01-14T02:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:52:22.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just like mercury</title><content type='html'>I realize now this is just an illusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-955471868687086234?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/955471868687086234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=955471868687086234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/955471868687086234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/955471868687086234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-realize-now-at-2-in-morning-after.html' title='just like mercury'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-2373782267768401747</id><published>2009-01-08T00:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:44:59.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>for the horse's mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. MLK Jr was pretty prophetic in a completely human way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those who are unaware, cowardice is not cool. It is not the new black, the hippest trend, or latest thing to do on the weekend. Definitely not cool for significant others and friends alike. I mean, you could totally expect that from someone you're casually dating, but friends who are supposed to be trustworthy and decent individuals? That's a no-no. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder why I care so intensely about the people around me, and why I am frequently experiencing such bad behavior from those (not that I'm counting the whole lot, because there are plenty of incredible souls that have blessed me with their friendship... I'm talking about a select few stinkers) I should be able to rely on, to consult and in turn console me.  I asked my father this same question and aside from the most down-to-earth, honest-to-good advice that he consistently gives me, this answer has stayed with me: It's not that you care too much, it's that these people who you care for do not know how to care for you in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I am accepting friend applications. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding, but it's a nice thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2373782267768401747?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2373782267768401747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2373782267768401747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2373782267768401747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2373782267768401747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-horses-mouth.html' title='for the horse&apos;s mouth'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4854849660091356720</id><published>2009-01-03T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:02:56.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here's to the new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 2008, I gained&lt;/span&gt; a better sense of who I could depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I lost&lt;/span&gt; a great friend to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I stopped&lt;/span&gt; worrying about the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I started&lt;/span&gt; an addiction to Sparky's chai ice cream, Lost, and David Sedaris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was hugely satisfied by&lt;/span&gt; taking drawing and rediscovering that passion for art again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And frustrated by&lt;/span&gt; classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so embarrassed that I&lt;/span&gt; started listening to country music... Okay, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once again, I&lt;/span&gt; managed to unknowingly flirt...a lot. It's harmless, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once again, I did not&lt;/span&gt; spend too much time studying, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is&lt;/span&gt; a few more freckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is&lt;/span&gt; my newfound belief that I deserve to be pursued, respected, and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loved spending time&lt;/span&gt; living with my incredible best friends in the dorms and then in our tiny apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did I spend even two minutes&lt;/span&gt; resurrecting the past? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should have spent more time&lt;/span&gt; snoozing in the am than playing shenanigans at the boys house, being crazy with my girls, or having late night conversations about nothing... But I wouldn't take back a single second of sleep lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I regret buying&lt;/span&gt; things I did not need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will never regret buying&lt;/span&gt; gas for those memorable road trips to Columbia and KC &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even though with that money I could have bought&lt;/span&gt; tickets to shows that were less expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; lived on Starbucks &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way too much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn’t&lt;/span&gt; get to spend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough &lt;/span&gt;time knowing Paulina.&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I wasn't upset sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drove me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The most relaxing place I went was&lt;/span&gt; Castlewood park... even biking fast through the woods can clear your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did I go to &lt;/span&gt;tailgate at the Reactor with Liz halfway through football games? Then again, I would have never met Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best thing I did for someone else was&lt;/span&gt; be there for them even if I couldn't in presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best thing I did for myself was&lt;/span&gt; focusing on myself, my desires, and my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The best thing someone did for me was&lt;/span&gt; tell me the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The one thing I’d like to do again, but do it better, is&lt;/span&gt; build my relationship with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4854849660091356720?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4854849660091356720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4854849660091356720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4854849660091356720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4854849660091356720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/heres-to-new-year.html' title='here&apos;s to the new year'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-9197859074268692476</id><published>2008-12-12T21:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:25:05.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a thing for covers lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6yamNAuW2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6yamNAuW2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/5426734409723483095-9197859074268692476?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9197859074268692476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=9197859074268692476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/9197859074268692476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/9197859074268692476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/12/thing-for-covers-lately.html' title='a thing for covers lately'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-411251437123898316</id><published>2008-11-26T23:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:11:46.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the 636</title><content type='html'>It feels great to be home even if it's below freezing in our house, I haven't listened to any music since I left my apartment, and I'm sleeping on an air mattress instead of my own. I'm able to help Beth pick out her wedding dress, to visit my favorite coffee shop, to joke around about boys and life with Mallori, and eat Sunday dinner with my parents. My nephew grew so much in the past two months and doesn't seem like the sleepy little infant anymore. He can eat rice cereal now, sit upright, makes cute cooing noises, and never fails to laugh at a good game of peek-a-boo. It's really eerie how things are changing. My sister is getting married. It's about time since she's dated Nick for 7 years, but now that she's got a ring on her finger and wedding dreams in her head, it's really come to life. Although the wedding is months and months away, eventually she will no longer live in the same house as me. She won't be just a door away from me. We won't be able to pester each other about borrowing clothes or barging in when one of us is napping. We haven't gotten along all our lives, but in the past few years she has become my best friend. Sometimes I think I'm missing out on things at home when I'm away at college... My family has grown and matured and altered in so many ways and I feel like I've been absent when events, small and large, take place... I know that this isn't the case because I'm only two hours away, but the feeling lingers. I could never regret coming to Mizzou, it's the best experience I have ever had, but I wish it were possible to be in two places at once... I'm not so sure the world is ready for that just yet! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-411251437123898316?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/411251437123898316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=411251437123898316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/411251437123898316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/411251437123898316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-636.html' title='back to the 636'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6894178172280345653</id><published>2008-11-09T21:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:16:24.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet simply lovely Jaymay</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jaymay"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; is addictive. Best enjoyed on a long drive down back roads where the trees form an arbor above the pavement. Try it. Gas is only $1.99.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EnIkUQbczKQ&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/EnIkUQbczKQ&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/5426734409723483095-6894178172280345653?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6894178172280345653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6894178172280345653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6894178172280345653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6894178172280345653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-simply-lovely-jaymay.html' title='Meet simply lovely Jaymay'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-2722029514092776311</id><published>2008-11-05T00:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:11:22.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have never been more proud of my country than tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible; who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time; who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;-Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(1, 1, 1); font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;YES WE CAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2722029514092776311?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2722029514092776311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2722029514092776311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2722029514092776311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2722029514092776311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-never-been-more-proud-of-my.html' title='I have never been more proud of my country than tonight'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-7292177958842482664</id><published>2008-11-04T02:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:35:43.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Election Day!!</title><content type='html'>Finally! Two long years of political warfare are over and in less than 24 hours we should have a definite choice for our next President... A couple friends and I are waking up at 5:30am (yes, I do realize that's only in three hours... I'll have to pin my eyelids open) to grab some caffeine and get out to the polls early before the working morning crowd. I'm so excited to be voting for the first time in a Presidential Election-- a crucial and historical one at that. Missouri has determined the winning Presidential candidate for the past century, and so far polls are showing there's a 0.5% lead by McCain. The youth vote is one of the most important factors in this election. Whomever you support, please go to the polls and vote! It's your national right to practice your voice, so take advantage of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you Obama supporters:&lt;br /&gt;here's an easy way of determining results by the hour on Election Day via the &lt;a href="http://www.thechicktionary.com/"&gt;ch!cktionary&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a href="http://toomuchnick.com/post/57849530/how-to-watch-the-election"&gt;Nick Douglas&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When the polls close:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gen/46566/original.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 459px;" src="http://images.huffingtonpost.com/gen/46566/original.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What states matter:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2008/11/what-mccain-win-looks-like.html"&gt;the prediction models at Fivethirtyeight.com&lt;/a&gt;, McCain absolutely can’t win without &lt;b&gt;Florida, Georgia, Missouri, Indiana and Montana&lt;/b&gt;. He has less chance of winning without taking both &lt;b&gt;Ohio and North Carolina&lt;/b&gt; than you do of wearing a condom and getting HIV.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. What states matter in what order:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I distilled this from &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/167186"&gt;538’s Nate Silver&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At 6 PM EST, most of Indiana’s polls close. An early call for McCain means hold onto your butts (because it indicates unpredicted McCain support); an early call for Obama means pop the champagne (for the inverse reason).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At 7, the rest of Indiana closes and a McCain win isn’t as meaningful. But at the same time Virginia, Georgia, and most of Florida close. If Virginia goes Obama, again, champagne. Same for Florida. If Obama wins his long-shot Georgia because of the record number of black early voters, then call a Republican and do your best Nelson “Ha ha!” because this whole map’s going blue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At 7:30, Ohio and North Carolina close. Bad voter turnout here actually helps Obama, thanks to his huge lead in early votes. Either way, by now McCain probably has to win both or…finally…champagne.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At 8, Pennsylvania wraps up. But the projections may be off depending on which votes are counted first. Again, if you’re still holding onto your butts, keep a grip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At 9, if Obama is still struggling, he’d better win Colorado. But not much chance it’ll come down to this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXECUTIVE SUMMARY&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS TIME, IF OBAMA HASN’T SWEPT:&lt;br /&gt;6 PM: McCain needs to not &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; lose Indiana.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7 PM: McCain needs Florida and Virginia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7:30: McCain needs Ohio and North Carolina.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8: McCain probably needs Pennsylvania.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9: McCain needs Colorado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Barack the vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Kimberly('s mama's for Obama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-7292177958842482664?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7292177958842482664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=7292177958842482664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7292177958842482664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7292177958842482664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-election-day.html' title='It&apos;s Election Day!!'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-2824473353799733759</id><published>2008-11-02T02:34:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:55:37.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls, four for boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everything’s over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And everything’s clear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When everyone’s older&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one is here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A girl on a wire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumbling and diving above Steven’s Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like a kite in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started listening to the new (at least to me) Counting Crows album that came out in Spring this year, Saturday Nights &amp;amp; Sunday Mornings... It's worth a listen! Out of all the tracks, I personally like Los Angeles, On A Tuesday in Amsterdam Long Ago, Come Around, Cowboys and Washington Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;This week in retrospect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few things I've accomplished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;waited in line for 5 long hours to see the next President of&lt;br /&gt;the United States (definitely worth it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;crunched fall leaves beneath my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;taken more pictures than I can fathom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;quickly started to diminish the balance in my checking account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;skipped class...unwillingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;carved an emo pumpkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;created an entire costume solely from fabric, thread,&lt;br /&gt;and polymer clay (hand-stitched, I might add!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;dressed up as dinner (free burritos at Chipotle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SQ2DJvSvEZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rrUDd7pYkdk/s1600-h/pocahontas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SQ2DJvSvEZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rrUDd7pYkdk/s200/pocahontas+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264007742803087762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few things that have made me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Jimbo and Jackie recording a gangsta rap for PSP, an honors fraternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;this immaculately beautiful weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;listening to JT and Culture Club's "Do You Really&lt;br /&gt;Want to Hurt Me?" in drawing class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;renting The Darjeeling Limited and devouring&lt;br /&gt;java chip ice cream with Carl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;jamming out to "Semi-Charmed Life" with Amanda and Lis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Hanook's dance skills at India Night and&lt;br /&gt;Clone High episodes at Paul's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;locking eyes with Obama&lt;br /&gt;(totally exchanged numbers by blinking in morse code)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Halloweenie festivities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;news that my sister and her boyfriend are now engaged! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few habits I should break by next week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;stumbling out of bed 10 minutes before class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;procrastination, procrastination, procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;unintentional but "harmless" flirtation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;partaking in nostalgia through old mix cds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;insomnia that never falters until 3 or 4am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my beautiful Asian roommie&lt;/span&gt;, Jackie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SQ2D47-gTpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qFReY1Cp3vw/s1600-h/pocahontas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SQ2D47-gTpI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qFReY1Cp3vw/s200/pocahontas+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264008553661746834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my favorite syrup-loving-lumberjack, Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SQ2DCE40NoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ErhYoy-xdwM/s1600-h/pocahontas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SQ2DCE40NoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ErhYoy-xdwM/s200/pocahontas+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264007611160999554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2824473353799733759?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2824473353799733759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2824473353799733759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2824473353799733759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2824473353799733759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-for-sorrow-two-for-joy-three-for.html' title='one for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls, four for boys'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SQ2DJvSvEZI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rrUDd7pYkdk/s72-c/pocahontas+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-253770670250790862</id><published>2008-10-27T00:11:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:32:27.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sure you want to delete these items?</title><content type='html'>I receive more warnings from the System Administrator on my student email account than a juvenile delinquent. "Your mailbox is over its size limit." appears the subject line next to a slightly intimidating red exclamation point. It's a daily ritual: sorting through all the emails that I get from the Vet Med department, career info from the College of Biological Sciences, Barack Obama news, offers from aerie, and the occasional update from a professor. I log in every day with at least 10 new emails waiting for me to read and delete. There's a reason for such little space and why I am constantly deleting the handful of new emails I receive: you're hogging all my memory like a selfish child who doesn't want to share. Yes, you silly emails that take up precious megabytes! Unfortunately holding even more valuable pictures and stories and impressions that have been collected and invisibly labeled "past". These tokens, how wildly inaccurate they appear to be now, are the last good pieces I have of you. You, who has impacted me more than I'd like to admit. You, who has ruined certain songs forever. I wish it were as easy to delete these transatlantic letters as it is to write you off for your insincerity and your blatant cowardice. However, even with the passing of time-- falling leaves that playfully flaunt the truth that summer is long gone-- I still don't have the heart to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-253770670250790862?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/253770670250790862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=253770670250790862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/253770670250790862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/253770670250790862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-sure-you-want-to-delete-these.html' title='Are you sure you want to delete these items?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-5400960320641678275</id><published>2008-10-13T22:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:48:57.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you</title><content type='html'>Looks like I haven't made a mark on this for a while, and although a lot of things have happened since then, nothing seems like much worth writing about. That or for a better explanation, there hasn't been anything I've wanted to sit down and write about for other people to read... So let's talk about the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it wildly amusing that the second you stop attempting to look for someone to fill some ridiculous, sadly romantic void, four or five charming prospects seem to enter (or re-enter) your life... all. at. the. same. time. I mean, it would be pleasantly convenient for each one to be evenly distributed in time so that you would have some kind of affection or effort to devote, but alas my schedule determines otherwise. Not that I would ever want to juggle something like that because I don't think I could muster up the heart (or lack of) to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose another alibi would be that I just don't want to be tied down. It seriously feels like freshman year all over again, where you just want to experience new things and meet new people without holding back... I find myself increasingly enjoying all the alone time I can get, and I don't think I want to give that up for anyone just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear prospects:&lt;br /&gt;Your secret playlist labeled "K" filled with only romantic songs, your love for living life in the past despite your current girlfriend, your family event invitations that play into my weakness for kids, your stark signs of change but late sincerity, or your year long attraction just recently revealed have each flattered me in different ways, others conveying more meaning than some. But until I have learned to stand on my two feet contently in my own skin, I would not and could not begin anything worthwhile to satisfy your intentions for us. I hope you will forgive me. More so I hope you will not forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-5400960320641678275?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5400960320641678275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=5400960320641678275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/5400960320641678275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/5400960320641678275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-that-possibly-maybe-im-falling.html' title='I think that possibly, maybe I&apos;m falling for you'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6739815231221181750</id><published>2008-09-23T23:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:24:17.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out</title><content type='html'>Covers on a ukulele? Is there anything else more fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Julia Nunes, an average college student who made it big (she performed with Ben Folds!) on YouTube. Hey, dreams come true everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yr09fYxQXMU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yr09fYxQXMU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KARlYABG3AQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KARlYABG3AQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an original for smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jk5L0-SIceg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jk5L0-SIceg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6739815231221181750?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6739815231221181750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6739815231221181750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6739815231221181750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6739815231221181750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-it-out.html' title='check it out'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6898736784515561080</id><published>2008-09-16T18:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:24:40.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBL-2WJGTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6tIsH_9NrIA/s1600-h/centro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBL-2WJGTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6tIsH_9NrIA/s320/centro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246777108998986034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of Centro Latino, an after school program where I voluntarily tutor grade school kids. I tutored two incredible 4th graders, Paulina and Lizbeth, who were so smart, funny, and mischievous! They were always competing for the fastest time solving multiplication problems, had a special "feet"shake for real promises, and were the most loving and enjoyable kids. I was expecting to write a positive entry after I got home, but I showed up today expecting to see them causing some kind of mayhem, and they were no where to be found. Paulina and her family, along with her amazing brothers who also attended Centro Latino, moved back to Mexico. They didn't leave an address. Lizbeth didn't come and doesn't think she will be back. I was so upset and completely shocked. When it was time to go, I got into my car and as I pulled away I started to cry. My favorite girls were gone. It's so difficult for me to understand why they would leave a better life to go back to struggling, but it's out of my hands. Her parents had reasons for returning. It makes me so upset because I put so much effort into trying to volunteer this year. I didn't want to let them down and when Craig said he wouldn't be doing CL anymore, I asked everyone if they could give me a ride. When schedules interfered, I begged my parents to let me take a car down to Columbia because it was so important to me. I knew they made a sacrifice allowing me to take it because of the cost of full time insurance, but I had to be there for Paulina and Lizbeth. In a way I felt like all my effort was wasted. It was so disheartening. I realize that although they can't see me now, I showed them how much I cared, and how invested I was helping them to succeed. They knew how much I loved them. It's going to be really difficult to go back on Thursday, but I have to remember there is a reason why I started in the first place. I wanted to be an anchor of support, trust, and love for these underpriveledged kids. There are plenty of kids who still need my help and I will start to care for them just as much as Paulina and Lizbeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBNNoZstMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/08VAMrw9es8/s1600-h/centro+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBNNoZstMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/08VAMrw9es8/s200/centro+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246778462465471682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBOBdI8VqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4Zrd4ZPqdiw/s1600-h/centro+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBOBdI8VqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4Zrd4ZPqdiw/s200/centro+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246779352795600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBNbp2q0jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/E7I_87-sWps/s1600-h/centro+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBNbp2q0jI/AAAAAAAAAFw/E7I_87-sWps/s200/centro+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246778703373586994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6898736784515561080?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6898736784515561080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6898736784515561080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6898736784515561080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6898736784515561080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/gone.html' title='gone'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SNBL-2WJGTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/6tIsH_9NrIA/s72-c/centro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-939758924490097349</id><published>2008-09-12T01:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:51:21.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>counting sheep</title><content type='html'>I should be asleep, but I'm not. You'd think with 8am classes every day, the z's would ensue earlier, but they don't. I'd like to replace the space you pocket running through the currents in my head with well deserved dreams. Though erratic, they are more real to me than you have ever been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-939758924490097349?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/939758924490097349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=939758924490097349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/939758924490097349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/939758924490097349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/counting-sheep.html' title='counting sheep'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-7920608746875958113</id><published>2008-09-09T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:23:54.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fools rush in</title><content type='html'>When you're talking to an attractive person (maybe even platonically attractive) do you ever feel that sudden, uncontrollable, "let me grab your face and kiss you" kind of urge? Just to see their reaction? Or maybe just to feel their lips press back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know I'm not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-7920608746875958113?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7920608746875958113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=7920608746875958113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7920608746875958113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7920608746875958113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/fools-rush-in.html' title='fools rush in'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-3475033936254805280</id><published>2008-09-09T17:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:05:09.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this year's love</title><content type='html'>This past Friday I woke up to Kaitlin calling me into the kitchen. Half-coherent and half-dressed, I stumbled out of my room to find my roommates made me breakfast on my birthday. Pancakes and eggs, chocolate soymilk, coffee, and a 6 pack of O'Doul's (courtesy of Keith as a 20th joke) filled our little table with a very sleepy Jackie. It's a rarity for all 4 of us to be in a room at the same time, but at 7:30 in the morning we ate our first meal together on that little table. So we filled our stomachs (let me tell you, soymilk and O'Doul's is NOT a tasty combination! haha), we laughed at how much Jackie looked more Asian in the morning :) and shared current life things. Definitely a perfect start to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night we dressed up and went to Osaka for sushi and hibachi. It was a long process to get from our house to Osaka but after rolling Kaitlin's dead car down University in heels with Josh and Lis, it started up and we arrived! Late, but what can you do? When I walked into the door I was amazed at how many smiling faces greeted me. We couldn't even fit all of us around a 16 person hibachi grill. Some people always say it's either quality or quantity, but I am confident that I have the best of both worlds. It is such a blessing to have so many wonderful people in your life. I am so lucky to have such caring, considerate, dependable, fun-loving, and hilarious friends who make everyday more enjoyable than the last. I used to think that birthdays were such a big deal, but I realize it's the people who celebrate with you that make them special. I love where life has taken me, and although I have calculus and organic exams next week, a killer cold, and little food in the fridge, I have absolutely nothing to worry about. There's so much to appreciate and to love about life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-3475033936254805280?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3475033936254805280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=3475033936254805280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3475033936254805280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3475033936254805280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-years-love.html' title='this year&apos;s love'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-2657698587474779828</id><published>2008-09-08T01:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:46:12.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quotables -- libertines</title><content type='html'>While trying to attempt anti-derivatives, I overhear two guys waiting for drinks at Starbucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like one commandment says 'Thou shall not cheat on your wife'. How are you supposed to follow that? That's like... impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess fidelity died along with chivalry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2657698587474779828?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2657698587474779828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2657698587474779828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2657698587474779828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2657698587474779828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/quotables-yuppies.html' title='quotables -- libertines'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6976638737099770098</id><published>2008-09-07T18:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:34:07.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a lot to share with you about this weekend, but I also have a lot of homework and reading that needs attention. On top of that, this little lady has come down with a cold. I guess that's my punishment for sharing drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe an update later tonight. Sit tight until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6976638737099770098?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6976638737099770098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6976638737099770098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6976638737099770098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6976638737099770098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-lot-to-update-you-about-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4650781493070641758</id><published>2008-09-04T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:18:25.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I stand behind my earlier statement...</title><content type='html'>After McCain's speech, I still have yet to hear any details on how he is going to bring about the "change" and reform for "Warshington" after 8 years of Republican dominance. (By the way, did anyone notice some Bush bashing? Nice attempt, McCain, to remove yourself from Bush's image, but confessing corruption by pointing fingers among your own party and among the Bush administration may be a bad move considering your own voting record, or maybe the mere fact that Dubya himself just spoke at the RNC two days ago representing you?) I don't understand the strategy. Can anyone give me an inkling of a plan? Courageously romantic war story, but we've already heard that crutch over and over again like a broken record. Please, some substance would be great... Bring on the debates!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A Whiner for Obama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4650781493070641758?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4650781493070641758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4650781493070641758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4650781493070641758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4650781493070641758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-stand-behind-my-earlier-statement.html' title='I stand behind my earlier statement...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-7571219769301293323</id><published>2008-09-04T17:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:53:51.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bust a move</title><content type='html'>New music is up for you to try! Paul and I were listening to the Fratellis in his car and when we got to the subject of bands he suggested Arctic Monkeys. I've had their cd for a while but never listened to it until now... Their music is so funky and upbeat! Definitely good jamming in the car kind of music. Along with some clever lyrics, nothing tops a British accent! Am I right or what? Enjoy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-7571219769301293323?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7571219769301293323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=7571219769301293323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7571219769301293323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7571219769301293323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/bust-move.html' title='bust a move'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-7568565243126523747</id><published>2008-09-04T01:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T02:07:43.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Kimberly, and I approve this message.</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me what John McCain has to offer America other than a POW past, voting 90% with Bush, and personal attacks on Obama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because I can't think of anything. That or Palin did a terrible representation, which is highly plausible. Yeah, courage is great, McCain was brave 30 years ago, but bravery doesn't make you qualified to lead the American people out of economic depression, our #1 issue. Yes, the American people, meaning the entire population not the 2% wealthiest. Let's remember that Commander in Chief is only ONE aspect of Presidency...not that I'm downplaying it's importance against the others.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow McCain's acceptance speech will be a little more descriptive of his actual plan, because these messages from Palin are uninspiring, vague, and pretty irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q848slRCcF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q848slRCcF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-7568565243126523747?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7568565243126523747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=7568565243126523747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7568565243126523747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7568565243126523747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-kimberly-and-i-approve-this-message.html' title='I&apos;m Kimberly, and I approve this message.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6537825856545434305</id><published>2008-09-02T19:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:48:51.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the moment we will sing as the forest sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SL3p6ds5AMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yKHrQLMnJ3g/s1600-h/columbia+sunsets+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SL3p6ds5AMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yKHrQLMnJ3g/s320/columbia+sunsets+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241602731943723202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, last time I left a mark on this blog it was pretty deep, pretty serious unintentionally. I'll assure you I am certainly no damsel in distress, nor am I looking for a knight in shining armor. I like to keep things simple since I'm pretty complex myself. That last little blurb was more of a back of the mind bit of caution that inspired me to write creatively on the topic. I'm still silly, random, thoughtful me and I'm definitely enjoying whatever comes my way...maybe enjoying it a little too much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The much needed arrival of my calc and organic books in the mail today have finally allowed me to get some work done so I'm off to Memorial right now. I'll leave you with some pretty pictures for eye candy. I took these babies on my way to the boys house to watch the Arch Rivalry game... which we won by the way! I won't lie, the route I take through campus from my apartment is quite possibly the most beautifully scenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SL3qTbKW_zI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cRJ97qruP4g/s1600-h/columbia+sunsets+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SL3qTbKW_zI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cRJ97qruP4g/s320/columbia+sunsets+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241603160758746930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SL3qvQqfSyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BvriPlor38w/s1600-h/columbia+sunsets+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SL3qvQqfSyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/BvriPlor38w/s320/columbia+sunsets+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241603638977055522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6537825856545434305?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6537825856545434305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6537825856545434305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6537825856545434305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6537825856545434305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/same-girl.html' title='in the moment we will sing as the forest sings'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SL3p6ds5AMI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yKHrQLMnJ3g/s72-c/columbia+sunsets+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-8174549059123223083</id><published>2008-09-01T16:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:09:12.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>self realization for september</title><content type='html'>I am the work in progress: constantly re-evaluating, changing, questioning, critiquing my motives, my thoughts, my actions, my feelings. I am molded and fashioned into various different forms that evolve. It cannot be detected daily but through months and years of development. This piece of clay has been shaped through fingers of loved ones, artists who have inspired and challenged me, cold hands that have made my skin thicker, and those select few who have cracked the center so that others could repair it. I am not a masterpiece yet, but I am on my way. I still have so many details to define.&lt;br /&gt;I have always realized that trust and commitment are the two things that I am constantly struggling with. I am so willing to give anything, without question, to my friends, to acquaintances, to complete strangers. Yet I am so afraid of giving all of my faith and placing that in one person. I am afraid of complete exposure to the one I desire most. The closer I get, the farther I stray. I am terrified of someone who knows all my mistakes, my secrets, my desires, every inch of my skin, the exact color of my eyes. This fear has caused me to analyze, to challenge, to hide from true words, concrete feelings, and real happiness. How does anyone know real happiness? I was not created this way. I will not deny that with every walkaway I am building up more protection, more defense against the next passerby. But am I sheltering myself or shutting out those worthwhile? Is this the never ending cycle that continues to build up layer by layer? Will no one be able to break through the exterior? I can only imagine, or hope for that matter, that by some little chance of luck someday someone will come along who will slowly melt away the ice to warm the center. For now, this detail is left unfinished, untouched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-8174549059123223083?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8174549059123223083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=8174549059123223083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8174549059123223083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8174549059123223083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/self-realization-for-september.html' title='self realization for september'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-953156177374651339</id><published>2008-08-28T11:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:05:27.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>history in the making</title><content type='html'>Tonight is the 4th and final night of the Democratic Nation Convention. It is also the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr's "I have a Dream..." speech. Whether or not you support Barack Obama, it will be a historic night to witness! I suggest you tune in when he accepts the Democratic Nomination for President because he will have become the first African-American to do so. You can catch the DNC on local channels at 9, and on CNN and C-SPAN throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and enjoy history in the making! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also see DNC videos featuring speeches made by Joe Biden, Michelle Obama, Hillary and Bill Clinton at &lt;a href="http://www.c-spanvideo.org/"&gt;C-SPAN&lt;/a&gt; and of course, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-953156177374651339?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/953156177374651339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=953156177374651339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/953156177374651339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/953156177374651339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/history-in-making.html' title='history in the making'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-5764425867216142552</id><published>2008-08-28T01:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:29:51.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh meat warehouse</title><content type='html'>Comedy Wars had their first show tonight for the 2008-2009 school year. Regardless of academic responsibilities, it's tradition for all of us to go on Wednesday nights,  consume large amounts of caffeine, and giggle or sometimes uncontrollably laugh at the student improv masters. There is one major difference during this weekly gathering: there are MASSIVE hoards of freshman stealing chairs, blurting out immature (and ludicrous) suggestions, and forming a sea of bright eyes that spans every last inch of the student lounge. I have never seen this campus more packed, not only at Comedy Wars, but in the bookstore, in the food court at Brady, the library, etc. They are EVERYWHERE. The lines are twice as long where ever you go. Student capacity is to the brim in classrooms. It's nice that enrollment is record breaking, which means millions for our ever-changing and always developing university, but when do you start to question the need for space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: It's war, freshies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-5764425867216142552?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5764425867216142552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=5764425867216142552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/5764425867216142552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/5764425867216142552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/fresh-meat-market.html' title='fresh meat warehouse'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-3202716199436550601</id><published>2008-08-26T17:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:07:04.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quotables -- artsy fartsy</title><content type='html'>I had my first drawing class today since high school. My eccentric art professor is rambling on about the syllabus when he gets to the subject of attendance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just come to class 'cause some of the shit I say is genius! Sometimes even I don't believe it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-3202716199436550601?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3202716199436550601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=3202716199436550601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3202716199436550601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3202716199436550601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/quotables-artsy-fartsy.html' title='quotables -- artsy fartsy'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-653728647965268974</id><published>2008-08-23T10:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:27:40.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>survey says yes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brace yourself! This is pretty long and in no way do I think anyone is capable of having the attention span to  read it! But I figured I'd take things back to grade school days for kicks! (and to take my mind off an upset stomach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could take credit for writing one song, which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Uh... Baby Got Back! Only kidding... :) It is impossible to pick just one.&lt;br /&gt;If you could play one instrument perfectly?&lt;br /&gt;piano&lt;br /&gt;If you could play one sport perfectly?&lt;br /&gt;tennis&lt;br /&gt;If you could speak a second language perfectly?&lt;br /&gt;it's a toss up between French (because I'd love to live there someday) and Spanish (because I'd love to speak with Paulina and Lizbeth)&lt;br /&gt;If you could have all the knowledge of one profession, which?&lt;br /&gt;for passion: veterinary medicine, for good use: cardiologist&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose one candy you could have from now on, which?&lt;br /&gt;swedish fish or anything chocolate&lt;br /&gt;If you had to change lives with a friend for a week, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Josh for his piano skills and the experience of being a guy&lt;br /&gt;If you could read one person's thoughts for a day, who would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;If you could have one car, what would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;a hybrid&lt;br /&gt;What noise do you love?&lt;br /&gt;the sound of rain&lt;br /&gt;What noise do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;the sound (and earthquake) of the door slammed upstairs&lt;br /&gt;What turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;kindness... a nice smile isn't too bad either&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off?&lt;br /&gt;arrogance... hands down!&lt;br /&gt;What's one song you secretly love?&lt;br /&gt;She's Everything- Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;What city feels most like home to you?&lt;br /&gt;Columbia&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather cook or bake?&lt;br /&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer sweet or savory foods?&lt;br /&gt;savory&lt;br /&gt;What is your job title?&lt;br /&gt;former receptionist, current student&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your boss?&lt;br /&gt;Her kids were hilarious, but she always gave me her work.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite dog?&lt;br /&gt;beagle or border collie&lt;br /&gt;Descibe your mom/mother figure in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;food-pusher, loving, organized, silly, caring&lt;br /&gt;Decribe your dad/father figure in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;caring, supportive, strong, loving, hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke? What brand?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'd like to die a cooler way and with good looking lungs, thanks!&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite fruit?&lt;br /&gt;pineapple!&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person?&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming one slowly but surely and with no intention&lt;br /&gt;What do you order at Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;caramel macchiatos, caramel frappucinos, and iced passion tea lemonade... they are all delicious&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Sushi?&lt;br /&gt;more like addicted&lt;br /&gt;What's your favoirte body part on the sex you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha calves. :)&lt;br /&gt;What do you like the most about a the other sex's look (ex: eyes, smile)?&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite curse word?&lt;br /&gt;shiiiiiit&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite reality TV show?&lt;br /&gt;uh The Hills, duh. Shoooot giiiiirl I watch that drama every Monday&lt;br /&gt;How often do you hang out with friends?&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;Do you do relationships?&lt;br /&gt;C'est possible. but not now.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get married someday?&lt;br /&gt;someday&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite name?&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;If you had to live with one person as your roommate, who would you&lt;br /&gt;choose?&lt;br /&gt;Mallori!&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite nickname?&lt;br /&gt;Kimbo Slice! hahaha :) Kimber is very cute though&lt;br /&gt;What do you order at Subway?&lt;br /&gt;turkey with bacon and lots of veggies on honey oat&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite beer?&lt;br /&gt;bud select&lt;br /&gt;Do you like wine?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had enough to know&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go dancing with friends, or have coffee with friends?&lt;br /&gt;coffee weekdays, dancing weekends&lt;br /&gt;How many hours a week do you work/go to school?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I will be attempting 17 hours this semester with a very difficult course load. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;Name one song you could sing all the way through even without it playing?&lt;br /&gt;there are too many... I like Josh's rendition of a Blevins? song "Whenever I'm alone I'm thinkin' bout you, my hands are doing things they shouldn't do..." haha You'll have to hear it sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Name one band that sings lyrics that relate most to your life?&lt;br /&gt;john mayer perhaps? I have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your city?&lt;br /&gt;love it!&lt;br /&gt;What are the words/phrases you say the most?&lt;br /&gt;"I say yes!" "Sweet."&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather call or text?&lt;br /&gt;I hate talking on the phone but it's quicker/more understandable although I prefer texting&lt;br /&gt;What movie makes you cry the most?&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I Love You... seriously every single scene I'm in tears saying "He was such a good guy!!" Ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite christmas movie?&lt;br /&gt;Elf&lt;br /&gt;What you name a dog?&lt;br /&gt;Penny, Pepper, Stormy... my new favorite, Beefy. hahaha :) Gotta love Rob and Big&lt;br /&gt;What would you name a horse?&lt;br /&gt;Black Stallion... kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever babysit as a teenager? Who?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, little Rosie was a handful but she was charming and imaginative&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go to the beach or the mountains?&lt;br /&gt;tough! Mountains&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Disney character?&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas was my girl&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Theme Park?&lt;br /&gt;Six Flags&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you had sex with?&lt;br /&gt;that's not personal at all&lt;br /&gt;What annoys you the most?&lt;br /&gt;this wound on my elbow that refuses to heal!&lt;br /&gt;Did you like this survey?&lt;br /&gt;it was interesting&lt;br /&gt;First though when you saw yourself in the mirror this morning?&lt;br /&gt;rough night, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;fall&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Fear?&lt;br /&gt;heights and death&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Obssession?&lt;br /&gt;animals, music, art,and currently David Sedaris books&lt;br /&gt;Favorite workout?&lt;br /&gt;Tennis or mountain biking! or hiking! :)&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors or the City?&lt;br /&gt;love both unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;Best movie you've seen in the past month?&lt;br /&gt;dark knight. "Wanna see a magic trick?"&lt;br /&gt;Any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Beth&lt;br /&gt;Ever won a trophy?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Being rich or finding true love?&lt;br /&gt;all you need is love&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had a waffle cone?&lt;br /&gt;in Colorado&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity crush?&lt;br /&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal... shoot giiiirl, he fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite soda?&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Any special talents?&lt;br /&gt;I can cross my toes&lt;br /&gt;Sing in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;when a song is stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;Are looks important?&lt;br /&gt;definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;3 people you trust with your life:&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Beth&lt;br /&gt;Any friends you dont really like?&lt;br /&gt;love them all&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace?&lt;br /&gt;South St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;Still live in the area?&lt;br /&gt;near&lt;br /&gt;Best Habit:&lt;br /&gt;cleaning&lt;br /&gt;Worst Habit:&lt;br /&gt;being fickle&lt;br /&gt;Last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;Scott&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been breathing?&lt;br /&gt;20 years in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;yes, I'll be too busy come Monday&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried today at all?&lt;br /&gt;It's still early! haha no I'm pretty happy these days :)&lt;br /&gt;What did you last drink?&lt;br /&gt;cranberry apple juice&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;no thanks, not now.&lt;br /&gt;Do you actually believe in perfection?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in coffee perfection. :)&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;sunny but a few rainy days are always welcomed&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go some day&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about before you go to bed?&lt;br /&gt;what's happening tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Last time you did laundry?&lt;br /&gt;two weeks ago before I left for Mizzou. Looks like laundry day today!&lt;br /&gt;Do you fight with your parents all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Never anymore. I've learned to appreciate them a lot more than I did.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love?&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that two people can make each other happy for too long. But I've witnessed proof.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do... Family and friends are my belief.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to lay in a bed with you?&lt;br /&gt;Carl or Lis probably&lt;br /&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;My bed and then magically I landed up on the living room couch when I woke up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;on my desk&lt;br /&gt;Who has your heart?&lt;br /&gt;my chest cavity. :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;so many... but I can talk to Craig about just anything&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sit down restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Crusoe's is family tradition, but I love Macaroni Grill or Noodles &amp;amp; Company&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;absolutely&lt;br /&gt;What do you regret most this month?&lt;br /&gt;nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your wisdom teeth?&lt;br /&gt;I never had any&lt;br /&gt;When is your next road trip?&lt;br /&gt;I think we are planning on a huge group trip to Colorado for winter break! :)&lt;br /&gt;What do you look for in the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;awesome sense of humor, intelligence, compassion, spontaneity, confidence, common interests, kindness above anything else... but I'm definitely a sucker for big brown eyes and a way with kids!&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;this morning, too many times last night&lt;br /&gt;Whats your mood at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;slightly guilty, slightly sick&lt;br /&gt;Would rain actually stop you from going somewhere or ruin your plans?&lt;br /&gt;Never! Just makes things more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;my brother's&lt;br /&gt;Myspace or Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;facebook baby, so I can creep! haha kidding&lt;br /&gt;Where were you two nights ago?&lt;br /&gt;hanging out in our apartment&lt;br /&gt;Last time you saw your parents?&lt;br /&gt;two Wednesdays ago&lt;br /&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Did you kiss or hug anyone this weekend, who?&lt;br /&gt;I hugged very many wonderful people this weekend, I kissed someone who will remain anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to give you a ride somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus"/Greg&lt;br /&gt;Do long distance relationships work?&lt;br /&gt;if there's no communication or commitment, definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you were with right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mallori! I miss our talks&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather talk on the phone or chat in IM?&lt;br /&gt;anything but having a conversation over the phone&lt;br /&gt;Do you listen to music everyday?&lt;br /&gt;it's a must&lt;br /&gt;Are you a fast typer?&lt;br /&gt;fairly&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing after this?&lt;br /&gt;taking a shower, making a quick bite to eat, possibly meeting Kevin for Starbucks and wandering campus to scope out our class locations.&lt;br /&gt;Is anything bothering you?&lt;br /&gt;nope!&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;can't say I do!&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;end this&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;haha what's playing on my iTunes now is My Teacher Is A Werewolf by Harry and the Potters :)&lt;br /&gt;Have you eaten ice cream in the past 48 hours?&lt;br /&gt;no ma'am/sir&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose one person to date, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;there is absolutely no one right now that I would prefer to date.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you text the most?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin texts me way too much. And Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you talk to on the phone the most?&lt;br /&gt;Probably my fashia&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat last?&lt;br /&gt;bbq at the boys' party last night&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone and were too scared to tell them?&lt;br /&gt;nope, not at all. I'm pretty open about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-653728647965268974?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/653728647965268974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=653728647965268974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/653728647965268974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/653728647965268974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey-says-yes.html' title='survey says yes?'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4841103154328063230</id><published>2008-08-22T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:02:56.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 18 -- Motion City Soundtrack at the Blue Note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September 30 -- Ani DiFranco at the Missouri Theatre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 9 -- New Found Glory at the Blue Note (for Jackie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October 15 -- Old 97's at the Blue Note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 13 -- Matt Nathanson at Pop's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any takers? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4841103154328063230?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4841103154328063230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4841103154328063230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4841103154328063230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4841103154328063230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/reminder.html' title='reminder'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6712038286899767323</id><published>2008-08-21T23:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:46:31.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>currents and [constants]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Smell: my shampoo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sight: A sticky note from Kaitlin that says “P.S. You are Sunshine”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sound: Question- Old 97’s… who are at the Blue Note in October!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thought: It was a nice change of pace to wake up this morning to the sound of the rain outside my window. Rainy days always make me want to cook something special to eat, fall into my bed, and read a book all day. I’m half anticipating, half dreading the first week of school partly for the reason that this short “summer vacation” will be over. It also means that it’s the start of the last year for a good handful of my friends who will be graduating next May. Quick recaps of memories from the past twelve months flash through my mind and as the direction jumps from one moment to another, I realize that I would never change a thing that’s happened. There have been silly and serious mistakes I’ve made, uncertainty in most aspects, sadness in hidden tears, academic facts and life lessons learned, and some of the most indescribable and happiest moments. But those friends, who have been there through it all, are the most meaningful to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this year will not be any different. It’s just another exciting chapter of a book that I can’t put down on a rainy day like this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SK5CJPHQTiI/AAAAAAAAADw/dGG04p6i4T8/s1600-h/kc+weekend+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SK5CJPHQTiI/AAAAAAAAADw/dGG04p6i4T8/s320/kc+weekend+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237196143121681954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the sweet tooth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Genius (and delicious) Trail Mix brownies Kaitlin and I concocted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Try not to lick the screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6712038286899767323?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6712038286899767323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6712038286899767323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6712038286899767323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6712038286899767323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/constants.html' title='currents and [constants]'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SK5CJPHQTiI/AAAAAAAAADw/dGG04p6i4T8/s72-c/kc+weekend+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-9099257464858981286</id><published>2008-08-20T12:51:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:52:21.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's kind of like whack-a-mole but more like...</title><content type='html'>Yay for 90's music! I've changed my blog song from Strawberry Swing (from the new Coldplay album which is very, very good I've discovered after some pestering by Josh) to a classic 90's song, Semi-Charmed Life by Kaitlin's favorite. It's so catchy (must be those do do do's) despite the actual meaning that it just makes you feel good in a way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning Jimbo, Jackie, Dan and I packed up our things and headed out on a road trip to KC! Needless to say, there were a lot awesome memories made in the following days. We ended up at Jimbo's lake house on Lake Lotawana where I fell in love with his dog, Tess, a cute and playful creature that refuses to sit still. It was so much fun tubing with Jackie! Every time we thought we'd fall off, we'd laugh a little harder until our stomachs were as sore as our arms. Jimbo and Dan rocked their wakeboarding skills out on the lake while Jackie and I took pictures. After we docked the boat we traveled to a Peculiar place (ha ha punny!) and spent the night at Jackie's. In the morning we pulled ourselves out of the sinking couch, ate breakfast/lunch, crippled Carl stopped by, and then we were back on the road to the Plaza. For those who have never been to KC, the Plaza is an outdoor shopping area in the downtown section. It's a really beautiful area architecturally. I've only been in KC when it's cold so it was refreshing to see people outside in the restaurant courtyards and people walking about the streets. They even had a live band playing outside an Eddie Bauer store. Random, right? It was fun to wander the streets and explore the different shops. Later that night we returned to Jimbo's, went tubing/wakeboarding again, ate a delicious dinner made by his hilarious Mom and talked outside for hours. We eventually retreated from being eaten alive by mosquitos and watched the Olympics inside. After Bolt's cocky but impressive Gold Metal showdown, the gladiator pose made a distinct mark in our expressions the following day when we went to Worlds of Fun. We started our theme park adventure on the Spinning Dragons, a kid's roller coaster where the cars spin along the track. The highest hill was maybe 150 ft tall but for a man such as Jimbo who has never ridden a roller coaster before, it proved to be scary! Jackie started laughing as he screamed the way down thinking that Jimbo was joking... haha it was hilarious but he conquered his fear and we ended up riding the Patriot (ride on Patriot!!), an inverted coaster like the Batman at Six Flags, the Detonator, the Timber Wolf (a rickety wooden coaster that jerked you out of your seat), and the most intimidating of them all.... THE MAMBA! It's one of the highest, fastest, and steepest roller coasters in the world and you can see it from a few miles away. Definitely intimidating reporting by the girl who is afraid of heights. We made our way up the hill and I squeezed Jimbo's hand into a million pieces when we went screaming down it! Crazy scary ride, but we defeated it! All of us ended up riding it multiple times along with the other less intimidating ones. Overall a great weekend with amazing friends and hilarious adventures! It was nice to get in a few days away with good friends before this busy semester starts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-9099257464858981286?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/9099257464858981286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=9099257464858981286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/9099257464858981286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/9099257464858981286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-kind-of-like-whack-mole-but-more.html' title='It&apos;s kind of like whack-a-mole but more like...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-549682777271266417</id><published>2008-08-12T22:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:40:01.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you feel like home to me</title><content type='html'>Greetings from the home of the 4th ranked Tigers! I saw our football boys on the cover of Sports Illustrated peeping out behind the other magazines. Let's just hope this one isn't the kiss of death...again. I can't express how pumped up I am for this season! I'm ready for awesome tailgates at the boys' house, painting up and spelling out clever phrases, and that beautiful sound of the stadium after a touchdown! Fall has to be my favorite semester for this reason... It seems to bring everyone back together. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say you never know how much you really miss a place until you return. This is true for me. It feels so wonderful to be back in Columbia! After a stressful and tiring week scrambling to get things done, I am so happy to find refuge in this little apartment and in familiar faces. This morning Kaitlin and I made a delicious breakfast of pancakes, eggs and bacon in our little kitchen... It's pleasantly convenient to have a place to cook after living in the dorms for two years. Very nice! After she left for an interview, I had the entire apartment to myself. Empty! So I cleaned for a bit, tried to unpack some things and ended the morning in the kitchen again. Some good music, tasty coffee, and a nice window seat on the kitchen counter makes mornings so much more enjoyable. This may be my 2nd favorite part of my day...maybe. Last night Jimbo and I went fishing at Stephens Lake Park. Considering I haven't picked up a pole and baited a worm in about 6 years, I established a nice little record! I hooked 3 very cute blue gills in a matter of 10 minutes! It was definitely an awesome time... If you ever visit, you should check out this park! The sunset is so beautiful on the lake. After fishing we went to see Batman with all the other boys and I'm still cracking up over the hand sanitizing scene! Finally! A three hour movie that keeps you interested from beginning to end! Awesome movie, awesome performance by Heath, blah blah blah you've already heard enough from everyone else I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're still working out the internet situation so this is the sole time I've been able to access it. Temporarily we are stealing internet from the girls above us but it's only working on Jackie and Kaitlin's laptops. Probably won't be back online for a few days... Until then take care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-549682777271266417?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/549682777271266417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=549682777271266417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/549682777271266417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/549682777271266417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-feel-like-home-to-me.html' title='you feel like home to me'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-1090946968254497475</id><published>2008-08-09T13:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:35:09.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.burdu976.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/image/joelle%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.burdu976.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/image/joelle%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too busy for words today so I thought I'd leave you&lt;br /&gt;with some fun graphic design/illustration.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I move back to Columbia tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;A million things have yet to be done, and&lt;br /&gt;I still have to say goodbye to those favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.burdu976.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/image/layssa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.burdu976.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/image/layssa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burdu976.com/"&gt;Alberto Seveso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-1090946968254497475?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1090946968254497475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=1090946968254497475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1090946968254497475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1090946968254497475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-1060563947901746806</id><published>2008-08-07T23:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:44:34.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>always between the lines</title><content type='html'>I've got a weird, funny feeling that kind of warms you from the inside. It makes you curiously question, but I deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Every gesture is so blatant yet sincere, but I'm pretty sure I'm someone who doesn't recognize a good thing when they see it.&lt;br /&gt;Just a feeling that requires further direction. And a lot more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-1060563947901746806?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1060563947901746806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=1060563947901746806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1060563947901746806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1060563947901746806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/always-between-lines.html' title='always between the lines'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6325683878369730857</id><published>2008-08-06T17:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:48:22.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand</title><content type='html'>A morning routine for me usually includes a picture of me stumbling out of bed way too early for any sign of communication, squinted eyes, feeling for the bathroom so I can take a shower. Then after I throw my hair up, get dressed, and brush my teeth, my mom and I leave for work. She drives and I catch up on sleep that I foolishly put off until an appropriately late hour. When we get into the office, I put away files left on the work bar, unconsciously make some oatmeal and slowly awaken with the help of coffee in my cup. Larry, our mail guy, comes in with a new tropical shirt each day of the summer in hopes of fooling us when he decides to repeat one that will most likely depict palm trees, margaritas, or "beach babes". For a goofy middle aged man, he brings life to the front desk. When all the morning mail is sorted, I'm instructed by Marisol on little purple sticky notes in Japanese characters to make files. I remind myself to have her teach me kanji, but I never ask. The sound of grown women gossiping like high school girls in the cubicles behind me is always present. I spit out "good morning", without thought but with a toothy smile, to each person that walks in. Most mornings are a carbon copy of this with a few minor details that are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shake up a few things, all of us were called into the conference room for a meeting. Expecting this to be Deb informing us of the new receptionist, I sat down next to Vivian. She's a sweet older lady who always asks about Alex and never fails to call me beautiful every day. We smile and joke about the possibility of us being in trouble. One of the managers sits down in the front of the room. She starts to speak but some people are still talking. She then tells us how we should continue to treat people with respect and kindness because "we never know exactly what a person may be going through. They may never tell us". She then says that she has been diagnosed with breast cancer. I sat still. I wanted to cry but I hardly knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so unfortunate that most of us never take advantage of possibilities we are offered every day. It is rare to find someone who appreciates life to the fullest who isn't faced with a life threatening illness. We complain about waiting in traffic, having to do extra unassigned work, the little that we have, or even worst, the fact that we have so much, but don't have more. People look down on the man in the street asking for spare change, but blow their money away on excess things. I've known Christians that can't accept difference but preach the love of God and I've known atheists that will give you the shirt of their back for nothing in return. We fail to say the things that need to be heard. It seems hard to appreciate the gifts in our lives, and we take for granted the ones that care most about us. I'm guilty. It's hard for me to understand how people can hold grudges over petty reasons. My mother has been ignored, ridiculed, and hurt for trying to love her own sister. My aunt will hold that grudge to her grave and it's the saddest thing I've witnessed. I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is never how we rehearsed it. Don't take for granted the time that you have with those who care about you. That woman is right, we never know what a person may be going through. Without thought, without question, show them kindness and compassion. Please don't wait for the unexpected to happen before you can love and appreciate all you have. Don't waste the life you're given. It seems like such an easy message to blow off because you've heard it a million times. Maybe someday words like these, from whoever chooses to speak them to you, won't fall on deaf ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone hasn't heard of this book, it is about a teacher who is diagnosed with terminal cancer. It is his compilation of entertaining and inspirational thoughts, lessons, hopes, and regrets. His last lecture is also huge on youtube. I hope you'll check it out because I can't wait to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/25530000/25531927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/25530000/25531927.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6325683878369730857?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6325683878369730857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6325683878369730857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6325683878369730857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6325683878369730857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-cannot-change-cards-we-are-dealt.html' title='We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-5283266365187096479</id><published>2008-08-04T18:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:03:46.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not so kool-aid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone enjoys a good Dane Cook joke,&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll appreciate this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woostercollective.com/wantedone1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.woostercollective.com/wantedone1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woostercollective.com/wantedone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.woostercollective.com/wantedone2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh yeaaaaaaah?"&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, naughty naughty Kool-aid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on that lovely link on the left for wooster and more street art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-5283266365187096479?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5283266365187096479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=5283266365187096479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/5283266365187096479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/5283266365187096479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-so-kool-aid.html' title='not so kool-aid'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-1231215229190992652</id><published>2008-08-02T22:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:02:19.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in the summer's when you really know - jets to brazil</title><content type='html'>Your absent[minded] blogger has returned!  I can't promise I'll update this regularly whether that means weekly or even monthly, but I'm confident you'll stick by me nonetheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it's already August? It's safe to say that I didn't picture summer flying by this fast, but by no means is that a bad thing. I'm pumped to move back to Columbia (you know the first place I'm going is Sparky's) and to see everyone! I'm even more excited to have all our friends over in our first apartment to celebrate the year off right! I'm so ready to see what this year will bring... I guess you could say I'm also a little nervous because it will either make or break me as a biology major. My first semester's course load is pretty intimidating: organic chemistry, cell biology, pharmacology, and more calculus... I dropped a bio elective to have a brief moment of relaxation to pick up something I used to really enjoy: drawing. That will be my "escape from time" class cause this little lady is going to be one very busy student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started looking through boxes of things I took with me to Mizzou last year. They waited patiently in storage downstairs since May. I sat on the floor and sorted through things I wanted to take with me this fall and things I wanted to leave behind. I had the most random objects in those boxes that I kept. There were sunflower seeds that had found their way into open pockets when Carl and I went to that art exhibit on campus. I found Kaitlin's lion she colored for me. I found mailed letters and kid drawings from Craig when he was in the Netherlands. Among others there was the Valentine's box Paulina made for me, the spider press-on tattoo that Lis and Jackie bought with other gag gifts for my birthday, ticket stubs from Jack's Mannequin and Matt Nathanson, silk lilies, and an Italian postcard postmarked in Paris. It's funny how certain tokens you gather over the year can explain how time changes everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect to grow as much as I have this summer. Silly, naive Kim was confident she knew it all! :) But I definitely learned a lot about myself. I've realized that I need to work on being more patient. I always have to get things done right away. I've reaffirmed how lucky I am to have certain lovely people in my life. My friends are capable of making any situation twenty times more fun[ny]. They are my soft place to land but they also tell it like it is. I've learned that no matter how much effort you put into something, it doesn't imply that it will turn out as you originally planned. Things change without any warning, without any control. This has taught me valuable lessons and has proven that I'm stronger than I thought. I've started to focus on myself more and what is most important to me. I have actually decided what I want to do after college [I think]. I've discovered how a tiny little being you just met can easily become the most lovable tooting creature you've held in your arms. I won't sugar coat it: my nephew is cuter than your nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have climbed Mount Everest or cured cancer, but this summer will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SJU6wK8urRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m1LDOdegRDc/s1600-h/fountains+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SJU6wK8urRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m1LDOdegRDc/s320/fountains+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230151141507902738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SJU7r2X4psI/AAAAAAAAADY/kYOIDujrQxM/s1600-h/Alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SJU7r2X4psI/AAAAAAAAADY/kYOIDujrQxM/s320/Alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230152166776809154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-1231215229190992652?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/1231215229190992652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=1231215229190992652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1231215229190992652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/1231215229190992652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-summers-when-you-really-know-jets-to.html' title='in the summer&apos;s when you really know - jets to brazil'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SJU6wK8urRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m1LDOdegRDc/s72-c/fountains+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-3455201084562454400</id><published>2008-06-29T00:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:49:40.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SGceN8rncgI/AAAAAAAAACo/XxeMh_TYjsY/s1600-h/the+quad+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SGceN8rncgI/AAAAAAAAACo/XxeMh_TYjsY/s320/the+quad+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217171918308209154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;even a thousand miles away i can feel you breathing down my neck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-3455201084562454400?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3455201084562454400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=3455201084562454400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3455201084562454400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3455201084562454400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/better-than-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/SGceN8rncgI/AAAAAAAAACo/XxeMh_TYjsY/s72-c/the+quad+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-7114900041456733795</id><published>2008-06-05T02:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T02:28:16.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia</title><content type='html'>While I was studying for my chem quiz tomorrow, I had my itunes on shuffle and the lovely Ben Gibbard came up! For those who have no idea who I'm talking about, Ben Gibbard is the songwriter/vocalist for Death Cab for Cutie, The Postal Service, and All-Time Quarterback. He's a genius lyricist and creates beautiful music. I thought I'd share a sweet Postal Service song gone acoustic... It's one of my favorites that went missing. Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTtDmCko1L0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MTtDmCko1L0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the grapes fermented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bottled and served with the table set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be the fire escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's bolted to the ancient brick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where you will sit and contemplate your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be the waterwings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That save you if you start drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be the phonograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That plays your favorite albums back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; As you're lying there, drifting off to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be the platform shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And undo what heredity's done to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You won't have to strain to look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be your winter coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Buttoned and zipped straight to the throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With the collar up so you won't catch cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to take you far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the cynics in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And kiss you on the mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We'll cut our bodies free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; From the tethers of this scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Start a brand new colony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where everything will change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We'll give ourselves new names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Identities erased)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The sun will heat the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Under our bare feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In this brand new colony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything will change, ooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-7114900041456733795?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7114900041456733795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=7114900041456733795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7114900041456733795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7114900041456733795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/06/insomnia.html' title='insomnia'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-3652041516347431834</id><published>2008-05-30T23:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:11:23.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring is my favorite. I never color within the lines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aphotojourney.com/jbphotos/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.aphotojourney.com/jbphotos/rain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the absence. I've been quite the busy girl from ending sophomore year, Colorado, and the planning of Josephine's baby shower, to relaxing and getting as much sleep I can fit in until summer classes roll around on Monday... I'll fill you in with some details of tonight..&lt;br /&gt;Mallori and I went to see the new Sex and the City movie since she's pretty much obsessed with that show and has been for the past few years. Surprisingly, it was pretty good! There were some funny one liners, fashion that I didn't quite understand (I think I'm plain. Solids are how I roll.), and sex scenes GALORE! Seriously, half chick flick, half porn! My young CW eyes were obviously not ready for the HBO version... haha I definitely giggled like a Catholic school girl more than a few times. I loved the scene with "coloring". :) but anyway, to the real story. The movie cut out half way due to a power outage at Chesterfield Mall... We heard loud booms of thunder and suddenly the film shut off, the lights were on, and then we saw the screen burn a scene of the actual film. It was pretty neat looking, all bubbly and torn. The movie started up again after some commotion and when we got out of the theater we ran to Mallori's car in the rain. It wasn't too bad after she dropped me off at my car. While driving home there were consecutive bolts of lightning that lit up behind the thick dense clouds. It was pretty incredible how the sky turned from night to day in those few seconds. Huge lightning bolts showered over the city and the rain poured down even more as I entered Fenton. There's this area where 141 lays under the 44 overpass that was flooded a few months back. I take that way when I'm coming back from Maryville. The thunderstorm was more like a monsoon and it was so much fun driving through the small river on the way home with water splashing up on all sides of you. As soon as you hit it, it felt like you crashed your car into a lake! Did I mention how much I missed driving? Because I do. I definitely did. When I reached my house, the rain was still coming down hard. I turned off my windshield wipers and turned off the car, quickly opened and closed the door and ran for it. Only after I had made my way around the car did I realize that the lights were still on. Typical. So I decided I would walk slowly back and turn them off. If I was going to get wet, I might as well be soaked. And you know what? I enjoyed it! I love the rain. I love big storms. I could stay out there until it stopped. I was already wet, I wouldn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I really wish you were there to play in the rain with me, to enjoy the downpour and the sky flicker with lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise to not be a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-3652041516347431834?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3652041516347431834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=3652041516347431834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3652041516347431834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/3652041516347431834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/coloring-is-my-favorite-i-never-color.html' title='Coloring is my favorite. I never color within the lines.'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-863661552087264950</id><published>2008-05-06T12:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:25:47.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to be there at 6, with some flowers on sticks that were clipped just to make the weak strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Distance can't be measured in miles.&lt;br /&gt;It grows every day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to understand it's&lt;br /&gt;Late delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sunshine's been missing, Katie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But don't believe that it isn't there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-863661552087264950?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/863661552087264950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=863661552087264950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/863661552087264950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/863661552087264950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-going-to-be-there-at-6-with-some.html' title='I&apos;m going to be there at 6, with some flowers on sticks that were clipped just to make the weak strong'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-6064067597040498571</id><published>2008-04-20T19:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T20:16:18.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll weave our days together like waves and particles of light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/SwtTeddy00/Scents/Magnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/SwtTeddy00/Scents/Magnolia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/SwtTeddy00/Scents/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Magnolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that amazing time of day again when the sun is setting so slowly that this bright orange light pours in from our four big windows. It casts so many different shadows on the furniture, the pictures hung on the walls, the reminder notes on our desks... I absolutely love these few minutes. I feel perfectly comfortable in this light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't be blogging but I figured that I've taken a long enough hiatus and that I could use a few minutes away from genetics. The weather was absolutely beautiful today. There's bright, multicolored flowers popping up from the ground around Memorial Union, daffodils line the sidewalks by Speaker Circle, and these huge purple flowers form on the magnolia trees along the quad. Everything returns to life in the Spring, and I think I get more appreciative of every little greenery I encounter. The long winter depression is finally over! It's pretty hard to worry about things like papers and finals when there's so much beauty around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's weekend went well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6064067597040498571?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6064067597040498571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6064067597040498571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6064067597040498571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6064067597040498571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-weave-our-days-together-like-waves.html' title='we&apos;ll weave our days together like waves and particles of light'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/SwtTeddy00/Scents/th_Magnolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4951493171325490175</id><published>2008-04-08T00:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:42:11.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate Nash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just one of the many artists I've been listening to lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a couple songs. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;M o u t h w a s h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UW6EP3-Q-DA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UW6EP3-Q-DA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;F o u n d a t i o n s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/orACIBjHuI4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/orACIBjHuI4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;t h e  n i c e s t  t h i n g &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYWv_NSBZQI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYWv_NSBZQI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. WARNING: This song is really cheesy but there are two really good lines that I love. They start at 1:55...&lt;br /&gt;"I wish you knew that when I said two sugars actually I meant three"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4951493171325490175?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4951493171325490175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4951493171325490175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4951493171325490175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4951493171325490175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/kate-nash.html' title='Kate Nash'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4592436543977578732</id><published>2008-04-04T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T17:17:12.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's better to lie still&lt;br /&gt;when history has proved&lt;br /&gt;nothing is ever as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;than to dizzy your head&lt;br /&gt;with the things you couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;You were so naive to take off your disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4592436543977578732?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4592436543977578732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4592436543977578732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4592436543977578732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/4592436543977578732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-better-to-lie-still-when-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-7483568452666379641</id><published>2008-03-31T19:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:11:07.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>right now</title><content type='html'>is my favorite part of day&lt;br /&gt;when things quiet down&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is slowly setting&lt;br /&gt;in our big beautiful windows&lt;br /&gt;organic milk is creamy and delicious&lt;br /&gt;paired with honey bunches of oats&lt;br /&gt;(with almonds)&lt;br /&gt;I could eat a million bowls of this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-7483568452666379641?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7483568452666379641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=7483568452666379641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7483568452666379641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/7483568452666379641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/right-now.html' title='right now'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-8311983776880384918</id><published>2008-03-28T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:45:52.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more awesome art...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woostercollective.com/2008/03/20/Silasreworkedwithneon-1-1-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.woostercollective.com/2008/03/20/Silasreworkedwithneon-1-1-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some sweet art by Paul Alexander Thornton... I like that he mixes traditional portraits with crazy colored graphic illustrations. He also has some more awesome work which you can see &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/paulalexanderthornton"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Did I mention how much I love &lt;a href="http://www.woostercollective.com/"&gt;wooster collective&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://macflowerpot.com/alex/pix/Derek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://macflowerpot.com/alex/pix/Derek.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://macflowerpot.com/alex/pix/alexscan63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://macflowerpot.com/alex/pix/alexscan63.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-8311983776880384918?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8311983776880384918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=8311983776880384918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8311983776880384918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8311983776880384918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-awesome-art.html' title='more awesome art...'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-2787938027989406007</id><published>2008-03-27T22:40:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:31:32.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish you could see the potential, the potential in you and me, it's like a book elegantly bound, but in a language you can't read just yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;font-size:10px;"&gt;I am driving up 85 in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   font-family:Verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;"&gt;kind of morning that lasts all afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m just stuck inside the gloom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 more exits to my apartment but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am tempted to keep the car in drive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and leave it all behind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cause I wonder sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about the outcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of a still verdictless life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I living it right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I living it right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I living it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why, why Georgia, why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rent a room and I fill the spaces with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wood and places to make it feel like home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but all I feel’s alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it might be a quarter life crisis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or just the stirring in my soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder sometimes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;about the outcome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of a still verdictless life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I living it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I living it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am I living it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why, why Georgia, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so what so I’ve got a smile on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s hiding the quiet superstitions in my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don’t believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;don’t you dare believe me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I say I’ve got it down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;As a result of driving everyday around the city and the fact that the only CD I have not kidnapped and taken to Columbia is John Mayer, I've been listening to him a lot. So with his sweet tunes and some fresh air, I've become addicted to "Why Georgia" (which these lyrics belong to, if you haven't caught on just yet). It basically sums up what everyone fears in their twenties, that they have no direction, just forks in the road of life. Everyone can relate. I can relate. I love the line ""it might be a quarter life crisis" which brings me to an entry Keith made a few weeks ago. How is anyone supposed to know what their journey in life is? I can't even make a decision between two items on a menu, much less what I'm supposed to be doing for the 3/4 of my life remaining. It's simply impossible to predict unless you have some sign from the Big Man himself. I think it is just a part of growing. Opportunities will come our way, we'll have struggles, we'll have loss, but it doesn't mean there won't be a plethora of happy moments in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I recently met up with a girl I was best friends with in high school. We were inseparable from sophomore year until early freshman year of college. So I will admit, I was a little more wild in high school than now, but I guess most teenagers have gone through at least one rebel phase. She was always a step ahead of what I wouldn't do. I'd hate to say it, but when she said jump, I jumped. This girl and I would sneak out late at night, we'd go to those stupid high school parties and stay out past curfew millions of times, we skipped school (once and only once...), gossip about other girls, hell... we even drove to Illinois for her latest beau which caused her car to break down and in an effort to hide everything from our parents, had to call our friend to pick us up... needless to say, we got in a lot of trouble, told more than a handful of white lies, and drove our parents mad. Okay, back to the story... when we reached college, it was never the distance that made our friendship fall apart (we went to the same school) but rather we began to move in different circles. She joined a sorority, and I vowed to never fall for Greek Life. I had not seen her in over a year, but we met up for some window shopping and dinner... To little surprise, she had not changed at all. She was still the girl she was years ago. Her conversation consisted of rumors about people we knew in high school, the boys she had dated since we last talked and the ones she had her eye on now. She searched and searched for, her own quotes, "a slutty shirt" to wear to a party on Saturday. She was decked out in heels, ripped jeans, and a juicy couture handbag. I felt as though none of what she had talked about had substance. It was always the next best thing: the hottest guy to date, the best clothes, and her aspirations of being wealthy someday... which confused me on why she had chosen elementary education for her major. When that had been brought up, I mentioned volunteering at Centro Latino and the kids that were so outspoken and cute, but she had nothing to say in reply. Like I said, I felt the substance was lacking in what she did say and she drew quiet when the topics weren't directed to boys, money, or parties. She was still caught up in what was deemed as "desirable". Not to pass any judgement on what she enjoyed or what her priorities were, just that they were the same and mine had changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;When driving and listening to this song, I began to wonder where my life was headed. I can't make decisions of any kind and I can't deny that I haven't been scared of life. I had a different feeling toward that song before I had met with this friend. I've realized that I have grown, whether I knew it or not at the time, but I have grown and changed substantially in only two years. I've become a completely different person than who I was back in high school, though some haven't changed at all. I've given more value to my family and have been more appreciative that I have ever been of where I've started. My family is in no means wealthy, but what we have is plenty. I've discovered the things that mean the most to me: family and friends. I know what my passions are: art, kids, animals and food. haha I'm falling in love with the details of life... the contrasts of light on leaves, the different colors of a sunset, the way a person smiles that makes their eyes wrinkle, catching strangers singing to themselves in the car next to you... I could probably go on forever. Although I have learned to communicate more, I am just starting to speak up for myself. And what a great feeling that is!! I've become a more well rounded and stronger individual, but still I will admit, I sob during some movies. :) I'm not perfect, and I don't want to be. My quirky qualities make me me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I'm thankful for this encounter with my blast from the past. I guess what I am trying to say is that although I don't know what my life holds for me, I am confident that I am moving in the right direction. I have changed in so many ways in such a short time and I will keep on changing and growing as time goes on. It isn't a quarter life crisis, it's just one more foot in the right direction. I can't say that I know what I'll be doing for the rest of my life, my mind changes everyday, but I have comfort in knowing that the decisions I have made, the struggles I've faced, and those few moments of clarity have made me who I am. I am thankful for the past because ultimately it all determined who I am. I wouldn't regret a thing. I have learned from it all. The way I see it, it can only go up from here... there is no need to worry of what lies ahead when you've made so much progress already. Never doubt yourself and what you are capable of. If it rains, jump in the puddles. And if there is one thing to be certain of, there will always be people in your life who will support and love you for whoever you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;just my two cents for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: normal;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2787938027989406007?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2787938027989406007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2787938027989406007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2787938027989406007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2787938027989406007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wonder-how-such-pretty-songs-come.html' title='How I wish you could see the potential, the potential in you and me, it&apos;s like a book elegantly bound, but in a language you can&apos;t read just yet'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-8050274633222729943</id><published>2008-03-24T00:28:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:04:20.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take pen to paper and make something beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://onemansblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/juan-franscisco-drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the artists I really liked when I discovered wooster collective was Juan Francisco. Here's some of his work... all done with ballpoint pens. It has an animated feel but everything looks so realistic. Sketches done from ordinary daily life pictures with his friends. Some funny, some extremely sexual. haha So fair warning on that... Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.juanfranciscocasas.com/"&gt;Here is his website where you can see more of his work.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://onemansblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/couple-pen-art.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This one is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://onemansblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/photography-pen-drawing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For you, Breezy and Kaitlin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-8050274633222729943?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8050274633222729943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=8050274633222729943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8050274633222729943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/8050274633222729943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-pen-to-paper-and-make-something.html' title='take pen to paper and make something beautiful'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-2712102927527441659</id><published>2008-03-23T20:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:45:06.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too confident to see between the lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Checklist for a relaxing &amp;amp; fun yet productive break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--ride my bike around and take pictures of the flood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--shop and eat delicious cheesecake with my sister. It's tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--spend the day at the park reading and/or sketching&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--enjoy night life downtown with Mallori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--study for genetics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--play a couple rounds of tennis with Christophe (and win)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--kidnap Caesar and let him experience grass and trees... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--take a few surprise pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--soak in a little sun and listen to a lot of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--find a summer job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--get a good amount of hours done shadowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's see how it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update at the end of the break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2712102927527441659?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2712102927527441659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2712102927527441659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2712102927527441659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/2712102927527441659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/checklist-for-relaxing-break.html' title='too confident to see between the lines'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-148815113938368961</id><published>2008-03-20T15:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:04:11.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first flower of spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/R-LC_HqYAQI/AAAAAAAAABI/2dWYlUqcnkk/s1600-h/first+flower+of+spring+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/R-LC_HqYAQI/AAAAAAAAABI/2dWYlUqcnkk/s320/first+flower+of+spring+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179916911073820930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who imagined a weed could be so pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/R-LCwHqYAPI/AAAAAAAAABA/h_vsuHCoAos/s1600-h/first+flower+of+spring+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/R-LCwHqYAPI/AAAAAAAAABA/h_vsuHCoAos/s320/first+flower+of+spring+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179916653375783154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of my awesome roommie, Kaitlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Bethie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-148815113938368961?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/148815113938368961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=148815113938368961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/148815113938368961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/148815113938368961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-flower-of-spring.html' title='first flower of spring'/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/R-LC_HqYAQI/AAAAAAAAABI/2dWYlUqcnkk/s72-c/first+flower+of+spring+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-4240216765069676385</id><published>2008-03-18T19:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:40:18.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I l-l-l-l-like the way you tell me how I walk it off much better than those built in crowds and you, oh you, you tie me into knots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I thought that I would squeeze one update in between my period of procrastination and studying for Calculus. Lately I've found myself alone in the room a lot at night, which can be really nice. I can do all the reading I want, I can sketch with the music blaring and no one is there to say otherwise. I can dance around in nothing and no one would be there to cause embarrassment. It's a little hiatus from life. And while this all may sound incredible for the average college student living in the dorms (none the less, living with two girls, not one), it gets old after a few weeks... the feeling of loneliness sinks in and replaces the bliss of having time alone. I don't want to be a whiner, so I've decided to do something about it. Maybe catch up with people I haven't seen in a while. Get coffee with an old friend. Something. I feel as if I've grown tired of ending my day with no one. Does that seem ridiculous? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, this has been a particularly amazing day despite the weather for some reasons which will remain unknown other than those containing breakfast and lease signing. Although we couldn't sign the lease for our new apartment this morning (which we are signing tomorrow, thank God), Jackie, Lis, Kaitlin, and I went out to breakfast anyway. I don't know what it is about good food and good friends that makes everything else that was troubling you in life seem so mundane. It makes you appreciate those times you spend with people you care about even that much more because you have something valuable. You have someone to laugh with, someone to bring you half baked ice cream to sop up your tears, someone to make dumb jokes with that really aren't that funny, someone to sing your brains out with when you're driving in the car, someone who will listen to the stories you tell a million times and never get tired, someone who generally cares about you the way you care about them. I love realizing this feeling after a few mishaps in life, when things seem clear for just a moment with good conversation. It makes me feel so contradictory about my last paragraph, because I know I'm not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; alone, and that any one of those people I call friends would be there if anything happened. I feel selfish for not seeing that sometimes when days get messy and complicated... but I am thankful that I have someone in my life like that, and not just one but many people that I can turn to or jokingly make fun of. It's a relief to have people who somewhat understand you when you don't even understand yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is long enough, back to derivatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-4240216765069676385?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4240216765069676385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=4240216765069676385' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life gets lonely coming home to no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-6070742974443279956?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6070742974443279956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=6070742974443279956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6070742974443279956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426734409723483095/posts/default/6070742974443279956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-gets-lonely-coming-home-to-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12767836732109030828</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426734409723483095.post-2259708438392111529</id><published>2008-02-23T16:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:45:58.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ani DiFranco</title><content type='html'>i want somebody who sees the pointlessness&lt;br /&gt;and still keeps their purpose in mind&lt;br /&gt;i want somebody who has a tortured soul&lt;br /&gt;some of the time&lt;br /&gt;i want somebody who will either put out for me&lt;br /&gt;or put me out of misery&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just put it all to words&lt;br /&gt;and make me say, you know&lt;br /&gt;i never heard it put that way&lt;br /&gt;make me say, what did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want somebody who can hold my interest&lt;br /&gt;hold it and never let it fall&lt;br /&gt;someone who can flatten me with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;that hits like a fist&lt;br /&gt;or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall&lt;br /&gt;if you hear me talking&lt;br /&gt;listen to what i'm not saying&lt;br /&gt;if you hear me playing guitar&lt;br /&gt;listen to what i'm not playing&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask me to put words&lt;br /&gt;to all the silences i wrote&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me to put words&lt;br /&gt;to all the spaces between notes&lt;br /&gt;in fact if you have to ask, forget it&lt;br /&gt;do and you'll regret it&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of being the interesting one&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of having fun for two&lt;br /&gt;just lay yourself on the line&lt;br /&gt;and i might lay myself down by you&lt;br /&gt;but don't sit behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and wait for me to surprise you&lt;br /&gt;i want somebody who can make me&lt;br /&gt;scream until it's funny&lt;br /&gt;give me a run for my money&lt;br /&gt;i want someone who can&lt;br /&gt;twist me up in knots&lt;br /&gt;tell me, for the woman who has everything&lt;br /&gt;what have you got?&lt;br /&gt;i want someone who's not afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;or anyone else&lt;br /&gt;in other words i want someone&lt;br /&gt;who's not afraid of themself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think i'm asking too much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426734409723483095-2259708438392111529?l=smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smilebrowneyes.blogspot.com/feeds/2259708438392111529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426734409723483095&amp;postID=2259708438392111529' title='0 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font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Won't you miss me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/R79hUQP2YcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4fCWD5USeBM/s1600-h/garden+state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ZbL2-5dTvBI/R79hUQP2YcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4fCWD5USeBM/s320/garden+state.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169957897831342530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You said inside grand central station&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes grew red&lt;br /&gt;and wild before the chasin’&lt;br /&gt;I felt your body move through my coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points if you can name this movie.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be a tragedy if you've never seen it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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