<?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-4734459116124943337</id><updated>2012-01-13T08:53:12.276-05:00</updated><category term='misc.'/><category term='inspirational'/><category term='photography'/><category term='to do'/><category term='books'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='lists'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='prose'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='music'/><category term='guest post'/><category term='letters'/><category term='playlist'/><title type='text'>Confessions Of A Candyhol!c</title><subtitle type='html'>"So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!" - Peter Pan</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5324409432277670127</id><published>2011-12-28T21:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T21:12:55.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtugL6-QVHg/TvvLJXadppI/AAAAAAAACIU/9KKEgeLso9U/s1600/IMG_1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtugL6-QVHg/TvvLJXadppI/AAAAAAAACIU/9KKEgeLso9U/s400/IMG_1741.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I hope you &amp;nbsp;guys all had a fabulous Christmas! I had lovely Christmas with my family, and I got: a tremendous amount of Dean Martin, and Frank Sinatra records, shoes, and another Rise Against poster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7Deuen1OFc/TvvL9-yoODI/AAAAAAAACIg/fJPv88sWxIA/s1600/IMG_1691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g7Deuen1OFc/TvvL9-yoODI/AAAAAAAACIg/fJPv88sWxIA/s400/IMG_1691.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh record player, how I love thee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How was your Christmas? What was your favourite gift to give and to&amp;nbsp;receive? c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry I haven't exactly been around in the blogosphere (besides Tumblr) lately. School and babysitting is really sucking the energy out of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I took a few &lt;a href="http://www.pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;self-portraits&lt;/a&gt; today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-5324409432277670127?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/5324409432277670127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=5324409432277670127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5324409432277670127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5324409432277670127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jtugL6-QVHg/TvvLJXadppI/AAAAAAAACIU/9KKEgeLso9U/s72-c/IMG_1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-9005938469953228181</id><published>2011-12-18T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T23:14:54.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Sixteenth Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;My weekend was so perfect. Friday I went to a Holiday party with my parents and Sophia at U of M. It was for the athletic department and it really was a lot of fun! There was great food, dancing, prizes ~ lots of cool people and just a lot of fun overall! That day was my birthday and on that day, me and my friend Alison (who's birthday is after mine) got matching candle headbands and birthday sashes and it was great. In the morning, a random choir kid sang happy birthday to me, as did my entire Bio Class, my lunch table, and my friend Olivia. At lunch, Tory made us all individual cupcakes (each different flavours customed to our likings) and me and Alison both got&amp;nbsp;HUMONGOUS&amp;nbsp;cupcakes. Afterwards, she gave me part 1 of 2 of my birthday presents. A Black Flag shirt! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwbefnP2H11qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwbefnP2H11qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwbeic1eBA1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwbeic1eBA1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwd7imOkE31qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwd7imOkE31qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Then Saturday, Alison's 16th b-day party. It was so much fun! We arrived at the hotel at 4pm and then waited for the limo to arrive. It was a white limo, and of course me and Tory &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to listen to Foo Fighter's White Limo while we were in the white limo because hey, it's a once in a lifetime thing you know? c: We went to the mall for a fun scavenger hunt and even though we didn't win, it was a lot of fun. Afterwards we went back to the hotel for food and played Just Dance. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;TODAY. Oh my word. So today was MY birthday party. We went to this great 80s arcade named Pinball Pete's and had a blast. My cake (a Rise Against cake by &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ticktockcakery"&gt;Tick Tock Cakery&lt;/a&gt;) was PERFECTION and I almost didn't want to eat it because it was just so perfect. It was great just being able to spend time with all of my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRAdlns__Dg/Tu65tPV6A2I/AAAAAAAACGs/HvMWq-wMpE8/s1600/IMG_1687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRAdlns__Dg/Tu65tPV6A2I/AAAAAAAACGs/HvMWq-wMpE8/s320/IMG_1687.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwfexntghL1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwfexntghL1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwferqOO721qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwferqOO721qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwduc1Z6XU1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwduc1Z6XU1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Presents: I got from my parents a Rise Against sweatshirt, a RA poster and a Moleskine notebook! :D From my friends I got iTunes gift cards, a necklace and guitar picks, a book called In the Woods, a headband, soap (lol), and the big mystery present that Tory got me - that she got ALL my friends to pitch in for - that she got everyone in on it except for me - A RECORD PLAYER! Oh my god I am still bursting with happiness. Along with that, she got me the limited edition Endgame vinyl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I am going to spend all my cash on records and vinyls and I am never going to leave my room and I AM PERFECTLY OKAY WITH THAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I am so incredibly grateful for all of my friends and family and everything I have, as well as everyone in my life. I am so&amp;nbsp;fortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I haven't uploaded any pictures from the party yet but when I do I'll post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-9005938469953228181?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/9005938469953228181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=9005938469953228181&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/9005938469953228181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/9005938469953228181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweetest-sixteenth-ever.html' title='The Sweetest Sixteenth Ever'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vRAdlns__Dg/Tu65tPV6A2I/AAAAAAAACGs/HvMWq-wMpE8/s72-c/IMG_1687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8729216075796744512</id><published>2011-12-06T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:02:19.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>A list of books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Just&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://amzn.com/w/92N7O70L1A3S"&gt;a list of books&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that I want to read. It's not the entire list (the list is over 50 books I'm sure). But yeah I just wanted to share my book list with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, I want a huge library in my house, much like in Beauty &amp;amp; the Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8729216075796744512?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8729216075796744512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8729216075796744512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8729216075796744512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8729216075796744512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/12/list-of-books.html' title='A list of books'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-258482927540093293</id><published>2011-12-06T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:19:49.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sweet Sixteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been less inclined about posting personal posts / posts about my life lately, but just know that I've been&amp;nbsp;extremely&amp;nbsp;happy lately, and it's all because of one person. Someone that I'm incredibly grateful for. And though I'm young, and this may sound rather cheesy and silly of me, but &amp;nbsp;he's my best friend and I can honestly see a future with him. And I'm not going to say anything more because I could just drone on and on about him. Just know that he makes me so happy, like nothing I've ever felt before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My birthday is in 10 days. Turning 16 on December 16th and I absolutely can't wait! It's not going to be a huge party full of people who I don't know. Just my closest friends. We're going to an arcade in downtown Ann Arbor, and it's going to be a lot of fun. Memorable. I'd rather have a small, intimate party with a few close friends than a huge, forgettable party with people I don't care about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tory&lt;strike&gt; my best friend&lt;/strike&gt; sister apparently got me something super awesome. And he got all my other friends in on it too, including my boyfriend (whom I mentioned above) and I'm basically the only person who doesn't know what it is. Supposedly I'm going to "freak out" when I find out what it is, and that "I'd never think of it." God, I love my friends so much. I have the greatest friends and boyfriend in the whole wide world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, I'm getting a custom Rise Against cake! :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uh yeah, that's pretty much all I wanted to say :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sorry for not keeping up with this blog lately. I still haven't forgotten you guys! You all should follow my tumblr if you wish to keep more in contact with me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love yous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-258482927540093293?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/258482927540093293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=258482927540093293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/258482927540093293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/258482927540093293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/12/sweet-sixteen.html' title='Sweet Sixteen'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-974359699785985461</id><published>2011-11-24T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:12:58.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>ignite my bones with the fire within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know I haven't updated this blog in forever and I'm so so so sorry. I haven't been blogging a lot on here lately, and it's&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I've been so busy and I'm too lazy to blog about my life&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;you guys really don't want to hear me ramble on about my life, right? So here are some photos I took to make up for it. Okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EOjAiRnnioo/Ts8RfoRnYkI/AAAAAAAACFs/ao396GRV_dk/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EOjAiRnnioo/Ts8RfoRnYkI/AAAAAAAACFs/ao396GRV_dk/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2vjjvNal18/Ts8R1IlaP6I/AAAAAAAACF0/zyEdWSelvj4/s1600/IMG_1530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2vjjvNal18/Ts8R1IlaP6I/AAAAAAAACF0/zyEdWSelvj4/s400/IMG_1530.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eh0Kor9Cyr4/Ts8SAI4UncI/AAAAAAAACF8/cQNEf9xN6Mk/s1600/IMG_1533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eh0Kor9Cyr4/Ts8SAI4UncI/AAAAAAAACF8/cQNEf9xN6Mk/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPPa3xtI4fw/Ts8SQfRVQ1I/AAAAAAAACGE/VtKQHbf7gz0/s1600/IMG_1536.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPPa3xtI4fw/Ts8SQfRVQ1I/AAAAAAAACGE/VtKQHbf7gz0/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysZERfRZeeM/Ts8SV6x2XqI/AAAAAAAACGM/lRDG8iUakHk/s1600/IMG_1537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysZERfRZeeM/Ts8SV6x2XqI/AAAAAAAACGM/lRDG8iUakHk/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHhiglFV7tw/Ts8SbyxZUhI/AAAAAAAACGU/ZFVxSooAfg4/s1600/IMG_1547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHhiglFV7tw/Ts8SbyxZUhI/AAAAAAAACGU/ZFVxSooAfg4/s400/IMG_1547.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P32AKS4N_X4/Ts8SiAgBcHI/AAAAAAAACGc/HwipqkH04ZE/s1600/IMG_1549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P32AKS4N_X4/Ts8SiAgBcHI/AAAAAAAACGc/HwipqkH04ZE/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" width="400" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EOjAiRnnioo/Ts8RfoRnYkI/AAAAAAAACFs/ao396GRV_dk/s72-c/IMG_1522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8251315933142066904</id><published>2011-10-23T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:49:24.799-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>and she spins stars into the sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/O0eMIR9Pt14/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0eMIR9Pt14&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0eMIR9Pt14&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;october wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;leaves in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the little girl spins and &lt;i&gt;spins &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;s p i n s&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;weaving stars in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;until the pile of crinkly autumn leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fall at her feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fairy dust and glitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the boy walks over,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;their eyes light up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i can almost hear their heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bu-thump bu-thump bu-thump&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hugs. laughter. kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the world is full of beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;how simple love is. how beautiful. how kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but my arms are the only ones that will hug me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so i wrap my coat tighter around my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and walk away quietly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;undetected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;the sound of laughter drowning in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what about me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8251315933142066904?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8251315933142066904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8251315933142066904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8251315933142066904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8251315933142066904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/10/mood-happy-october-wind-leaves-in-my.html' title='and she spins stars into the sky.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-9165778292892370548</id><published>2011-10-02T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T12:06:51.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><title type='text'>a quiet autumn - an autumn playlist for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;These beautiful songs will make you feel all warm and cozy inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ9P9QFlr5w/ToiLTL2L-pI/AAAAAAAACDI/6kpU_cJglRI/s1600/mixpicture.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ9P9QFlr5w/ToiLTL2L-pI/AAAAAAAACDI/6kpU_cJglRI/s320/mixpicture.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7URDX-gTfQA/ToiLoW3klCI/AAAAAAAACDM/Z3Rrkt8CLIs/s1600/playlist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7URDX-gTfQA/ToiLoW3klCI/AAAAAAAACDM/Z3Rrkt8CLIs/s640/playlist.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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you.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ9P9QFlr5w/ToiLTL2L-pI/AAAAAAAACDI/6kpU_cJglRI/s72-c/mixpicture.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-6087974097141065321</id><published>2011-10-02T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T12:08:26.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>The Quiet Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I adore Autumn. It has to be my favourite season, though where I live, it seems rather short because Winters here are so incredibly long. I love so many things about autumn. Halloween, apple cider, warm fuzzy sweaters, the smells, the colours, everything... Nevertheless, here are some of my favourite things about Autumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Pumpkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6wh1x64d1qalfyjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls6wh1x64d1qalfyjo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;image via. tumblr.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Changing Leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsg3ipf9ce1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsg3ipf9ce1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ming_chai/1803502274/"&gt;autumn ride&lt;/a&gt; via. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ming_chai/"&gt;ming chai &lt;/a&gt;on flickr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Bonfires&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsf70h1ZQ31ql5h1no1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsf70h1ZQ31ql5h1no1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;image via. &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/15229690"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Cozy sweaters and scarves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsfi6tGzOs1qlq39xo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsfi6tGzOs1qlq39xo1_500.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;image via. tumblr.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckDyPdkybUw/ToiJkzwBEMI/AAAAAAAACDE/-jCE5P6yBfU/s1600/024+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckDyPdkybUw/ToiJkzwBEMI/AAAAAAAACDE/-jCE5P6yBfU/s400/024+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;6. Hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsfmkmChij1qc144qo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsfmkmChij1qc144qo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;image via. &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/15502295"&gt;weheartit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to take pictures of all the pretty leaves with Ron (my camera).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4734459116124943337-6087974097141065321?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/6087974097141065321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=6087974097141065321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6087974097141065321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6087974097141065321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/10/quiet-autumn.html' title='The Quiet Autumn'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckDyPdkybUw/ToiJkzwBEMI/AAAAAAAACDE/-jCE5P6yBfU/s72-c/024+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-1817251137170554128</id><published>2011-10-02T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:26:30.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>fuzzy sweaters and autumn clothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDziqizWuPg/ToiCEWMLHZI/AAAAAAAACC8/UudAyN7miiY/s1600/IMG_1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDziqizWuPg/ToiCEWMLHZI/AAAAAAAACC8/UudAyN7miiY/s400/IMG_1457.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oH3VFnplyko/ToiCRdULJtI/AAAAAAAACDA/kKWP5drRgDo/s1600/IMG_1460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oH3VFnplyko/ToiCRdULJtI/AAAAAAAACDA/kKWP5drRgDo/s400/IMG_1460.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My Bill Cosby sweater and colourful beanie. Autumn is here. I adore autumn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-1817251137170554128?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/1817251137170554128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=1817251137170554128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1817251137170554128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1817251137170554128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/10/fuzzy-sweaters-and-autumn-clothing.html' title='fuzzy sweaters and autumn clothing'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDziqizWuPg/ToiCEWMLHZI/AAAAAAAACC8/UudAyN7miiY/s72-c/IMG_1457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-3015119456371248040</id><published>2011-09-26T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T17:37:03.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Hello boys and girls. I feel like I'm writing to no one, since no one ever comments anymore. I have a feeling everyone is on Tumblr. I'm sorry I haven't written in over 2 weeks. It's simply horrid. And even if no one reads my blog anymore, I will still do posts for my own documentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;A lot of things happened in the two weeks. First was I went to my first concert last Monday (9/19). 'twas a Foo Fighters concert that Rise Against was opening. As many of you know, Rise Against is my favourite band. It was great seeing them live. They played Audience of One, Savior, Prayer of the Refugee, Help Is On the Way, Satellite, Give It All, Ready to Fall, and Make It Stop (September's Children.) I wish they would've had their own show instead of opening, but Foo Fighters is a great band and though me and Tory didn't have floor seats, it was still amazing amazing amazing. I love it. Foo Fighters played a lot of songs. These Days, The Pretenders, Monkey Wrench, Arlandria... a lot of songs. We had to leave before they played Everlong though so we could get home at at least 1am. :P Live music is beautiful. &lt;b&gt;It's a wonderful moment when people come together for music.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Bright Eyes came here during the summertime, but I didn't have money. D: adslasdfasd it would have been so great to see them live. I hope Rise comes to Michigan to do their own show soon. It was like 3 years since they'd come back, so of course there were a bunch of Rise fans at that concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Last week was homecoming week and oh man, was it busy. We had to do float building and the theme was Disney. Being the President of 2014 I of course had to help our. We did Finding Nemo, and though I wanted to do Lion King - it came out pretty well and I think we should have won at least 2nd instead of 3rd. :p The homecoming game was SO INTENSE man. We kept winning and then during the last few minutes, the other team scored by one point and then when it was down to a few seconds, we won points back. SO GREAT. Best homecoming ever. I didn't go to the dance this year, but I stayed in and tumbled all day and had a jam session to myself. &lt;strike&gt;Homecoming is for people who have lives.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sorry but I just don't find grinding up on people to horrible music appealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Our last marching season show is coming up and it's the senior show. We're playing Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi and Holiday by Green Day. It's going to be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Also, my new iPod - a 7th generation 160 gig classic aldskjfalsdfas so excited - should be here soon. I'm going to name it Donnie Darko, after my favourite movie of the same name. lol get it? Because the ipod is black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;School has been&amp;nbsp;boring and I need to make up a quiz in Accelerated American Lit because I wasn't there to take it because of band and now I have a B- in that class, and I'm really mad that I forgot to turn in a fucking TWO point assignment and it brought my grade down in Honours Bio to a B. So pissed. &lt;/strike&gt;aldkjfasdf So currently a 3.567gpa when it should be higher. alkjdfaldsasfd But I'm not going to freak out about my grade like last year, every time that it slips a little because what can I do about it? It is what it is. Plus, my teachers don't really offer any extra credit this year. I can just hope to get 1/2 for turning the 2 point assignment in late, and for everything to balance out once we get more assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Babysitting is great. The kids are great.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;School sucks.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;People suck.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Homework sucks.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;We're doing the acid lab in Chemistry this week. I don't want to die omg and I don't understand how to write the procedures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Okay bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-3015119456371248040?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/3015119456371248040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=3015119456371248040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3015119456371248040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3015119456371248040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/09/mood-excited-hello-boys-and-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-3767441539961692372</id><published>2011-09-10T01:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T01:03:25.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>To drown is a beautiful thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrajaziH4Y1qa5fm9o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrajaziH4Y1qa5fm9o1_400.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;These are but empty words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;filling up the spaces between my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Empty spaces,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;e m p t y ______________s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And I once knew of a beautiful girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;and she had the saddest eyes in the whole wide world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;They could drown you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;drown you like the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And I once asked her,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"Do you like to hurt?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;She smiled at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;like the angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;she is and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"I love it so much that&amp;nbsp;I would drown myself in it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;The ocean heard and thought she was so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;that it gave her a big hug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Embracing her in its arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;To drown is a beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background-attachment: initial; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been blogging. School (and my new job) leaves me with barely any time for anything, and I found out that my mom found me another job (for the weekends, since I only babysit weekdays) and I can make about $400 / month, and add the $200 from the babysitting, and that's $600. But on top of homework and band, I don't know if I can do it, but I'll try and if it gets in the way of my academics then I'll have to drop the weekend job. (My mom's friend at the weekend market she works at - she sells&amp;nbsp;jewelry,&amp;nbsp;accessories&amp;nbsp;and art - is pregnant and needs someone to kind of help her now that she can't do a lot of things.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;First week of school - over with. I like all my teachers. They're all nice and I think that if I really really focus, then I should be able to get all A's again this year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Classes I'm taking this year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Honours Bio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Accelerated American Lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Symphonic Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;French I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Algebra II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I have friends in all my classes except for Alg. II but I think I'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;tired. We had a game today and it was raining the whole time so all of our music and instruments got wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I really want my next post to be a prose or poetry piece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I feel like no one reads my blog anymore. No one comments ever. D: Not like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anyway, good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-3113157908752093849?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/3113157908752093849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=3113157908752093849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3113157908752093849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3113157908752093849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/09/mood-stressed-sorry-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-6294332708007792535</id><published>2011-08-28T17:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:21:31.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Exhausted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Last weekend was incredibly busy and exhausting and I'm so relieved it's over. Let me tell you about it. Well Friday morning at 9am I had to go to sophomore orientation. I really should have gone &lt;i&gt;later &lt;/i&gt;that day because when me and my friends got there, the place was brimming with phonies and people who I dislike. Our whole school district is being renovated so we had to have it at the middle school, which sucks because I really wanted to find where my classes and locker is. Doesn't matter that this is my second year at the high school, the place is huge and most of my classes last year were on the other side of the building. So I feel really bad for the Freshmen who don't even get to see where their classes are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;After that, I had to go to the high school at 4:30pm because our varsity football team had their first game that day. We - the marching band (and the very best part of the game ;D) - performed our show (which was relatively short) and it was great. The best part, actually, was that WE ACTUALLY WON. 27 - 0. Which everyone was siked over because in actuality, our football team SUUUUUUCKS. Like, last year we didn't win a single game. So of course it's great that we won the first game of the season! We have a tradition where if we win, then the marching band gets to wear our hats on backwards. I just know it's going to be a great season now. And after &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;, we went home and some of us went to a bonfire at a fellow bandmate's house. I wish more people came - most probably went home and slept after all that exhaustion - but those who did go were super cool (we have some great Freshmen this year) - and it was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to a carwash to raise money for my band student account (we're going to Disneyworld this year for our band trip). It was really fun. We made $720 total that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So yes, it was a very exhausting weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;This weekend will be a &lt;i&gt;little &lt;/i&gt;bit better but it will still be busy. September 1st the band leadership has to play something for the staff meeting, then I have to help at the U of M concessions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Then the week after that, school starts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Marching band just brings a whole lot of craziness and busyness to your life. It's a wonder how I survive with me being as lazy as I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Oh oh oh! I also forgot to tell you guys something! I got a job! Just a babysitting job, but still... it's fort the whole school year and I'll be able to make around $200 per month. alsdjaflsdfd I'm so excited! Maybe I'll be able to buy myself a new iPod before my birthday. Brb making a list of things I want to buy when I start earning money. xD Mostly band merch and books and camera stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;So yeah, that's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Toodleloo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-6294332708007792535?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/6294332708007792535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=6294332708007792535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6294332708007792535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6294332708007792535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/08/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-3460960303636021804</id><published>2011-08-25T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:33:07.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Angst, angst, angst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:angsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;School starts in less than two weeks and I have mixed feelings about it. Though I'm not too excited about all the work and having to see all the typical high schoolers that I would rather not see, I guess I kind of want school to start just so I can take my mind off things. Just so I can do my homework and go on robot-girl mode and just not have to think about anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I don't know. This summer holiday went by so quickly I don't even remember anything, although looking back, I wish I'd done more than just loiter around the house on tumblr, etc. That's why I want to go back to school. Just so I feel like I'm doing something &lt;i&gt;productive&lt;/i&gt;. This summer has been... rather &lt;i&gt;angsty &lt;/i&gt;for me. It has been a summer of a lot of ups and downs and mood swings and I have no idea why. My parents have been pissing me off more than usual this summer. It's really odd. There are some moments where I feel like I could cry forever if I could, but I haven't had a good cry in ages. I feel like that is what I need. A good cry, and then I wouldn't feel like shit all the time. And nothing even happened. I can't tell if I'm just going through a rebelling, angsty teenage phase or if I'm actually depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;I also need to be a better daughter and help out around the house a lot more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry for blabbing but I just had to vent. &lt;strike&gt;Me and my first world problems.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are kids starving around the world and here I am whining and such. I'm such a horrible person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tomorrow is going to be busy day. From 9:00am-11:30 I have to go to sophomore orientation and then I have to be at the school at 4:30pm for band rehearsal and then to prepare for the football game, which will most likely end at 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;And alas! Marching season begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-3460960303636021804?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/3460960303636021804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=3460960303636021804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3460960303636021804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3460960303636021804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/08/angst-angst-angst.html' title='Angst, angst, angst!'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5261121539069575676</id><published>2011-08-12T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:23:49.261-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>What happened at band camp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today I went to the waterpark with my mom and Sophia. It was actually a lot of fun. It's the first time that I went swimming or anything of the sorts all summer. Now I'm thinking maybe I should have gone with them each time they went to the waterpark or went swimming. It's already starting to get cooler now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I came home from band camp last Friday. WAH. So much work. Even more work than last year. I swear, if anyone tries to tell me that band couldn't be considered a sport, I'd have to fight back the urges to punch them. We have to learn some newer drills that we didn't learn last year, but aside from all the hard work, it was a lot of fun. I met some pretty cool freshmen. It's going to be a cool show, and a great marching season. We're going to be playing the songs Dynamite, Forget You, Respect, Life Is a Highway, and Jump In the Line (Shake Senora). I don't like the songs much, but I don't like most mainstream songs that play on the radio. &amp;nbsp;Even so, we'll make it cool because I have great faith in our band. These people are like family. Here are some pictures for ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Free-time:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnGupnbhqoM/TkVj3Ugt7ZI/AAAAAAAAB9g/d6gFq9j1G9A/s1600/IMG_0998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnGupnbhqoM/TkVj3Ugt7ZI/AAAAAAAAB9g/d6gFq9j1G9A/s400/IMG_0998.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ozwYV0x3CU/TkVkNWEBsYI/AAAAAAAAB9k/GB0_pAJsMFk/s1600/IMG_1001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:bookish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5ykx0sWY1qbwvsco1_400.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp5ykx0sWY1qbwvsco1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If there's one thing that I've been doing a lot this summer, it's reading. This summer I've read Looking by Alaska by John Green, Catcher In the Rye by J.D. Salinger, some Chuck Palahniuk novels, a Frank Sinatra biography, an Audrey Hepburn biography, and several other books.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The following books I got from the library today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tell-All by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Rant by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On the Road by Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1984 by George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a Dean Martin biography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour, An Introduction by J.D. Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wanted to get several more books being the dork that I am - I even made a long list of books that I want to read - but I guess I'll save them for some other trips to the library.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What's the best book &lt;i&gt;you've &lt;/i&gt;read this summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've been really enjoying the twisted style of Chuck Palahniuk lately, and I've been dying to read more of Kurt Vonnegut's work, as well as David Levithan and John Green's books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So much reading has kept the gears in my mind spinning, and hopefully I'll be able to write more. As you see, I've been writing a lot of short prose lately, but I can't seem to sit down and write a novel. I started writing a novel once, that I started in 5th grade. I enjoy had several English teachers look over it occasionally, but the longer I got into the book, the more I realised that I started writing it with no structured plot in mind and the conflict within the novel made little sense at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've been trying to think of a plot structure/conflict that I can use to start writing another book, but nothing seems to be working right now. Hopefully by reading, some inspiration comes to mind. An epiphany, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will be going to band camp on Monday, for a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Then school starts in September. I'll tell you more about camp, and my class schedule soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P.S. Where are you all?! Has my blog become so boring that you guys don't visit anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-378097776157294443?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/378097776157294443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=378097776157294443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/378097776157294443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/378097776157294443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/confessions-of-admitted-bookworm.html' title='Confessions of an Admitted Bookworm'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-2924016139852544337</id><published>2011-07-22T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:56:46.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>Nightmare/The Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;The man doesn’t see you. He can’t see you. You’re just another lonely ghost. The first thing you notice is the void. The blankness all around. There is nothing. No sky, no grass, no wind, no bird, no trees, no flowers, no sound of the rushing river, nor&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;sound of cars rushing by on the freeway. Nothing. Nothing except pure, white, nothingness. There’s not even a single drop of sunlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;It is so bright that you think that maybe you’re going blind. But the man just sits there, staring blankly ahead, as if he was so used to the brightness. Out of habit, you shield your eyes with your hands,&amp;nbsp;you squint and look up, but then remember that there is non sun in this place. Yet the man just stares blankly ahead, not squinting at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;The man looks tired. Not tired in a normal sense, but tired as in all the colour has been drained out of his eyes, all the life out of his soul, as if there’s an invisible&amp;nbsp;mountain&amp;nbsp;on his&amp;nbsp;shoulders. There’s almost a grey hue about him. It looks like he hasn’t shaven in weeks, maybe months, and his is hair is long and shaggy. He looks so tired. So, so tired. Eyes red and dark circles under his faded brown eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;You drift a bit closer then. There’s something that you just noticed, that you didn’t notice before. There’s blood all around him. Dried blood. It stains the white nothingness, and like a drop of blood in snow, it seems so out of place, that bright red on white. You notice the tears dripping down from his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;“I shouldn’t have done it,” you hear him say. “I shouldn’t have done it.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;His head shakes back and forth slowly as he cries. It’s barely a whisper, but you hear him. You don’t know what he’s talking about, and you have no idea what to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;And then, almost like you have an elastic band on you, you go flying backwards, and everything disappears, including the man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;You wake up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-2924016139852544337?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/2924016139852544337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=2924016139852544337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2924016139852544337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2924016139852544337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/nightmarethe-void.html' title='Nightmare/The Void'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-989898174773816709</id><published>2011-07-21T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:23:02.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>Colour me dark auburn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lonp22Aqh41qbwvsco1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lonp22Aqh41qbwvsco1_500.png" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lonoz58wCo1qbwvsco1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lonoz58wCo1qbwvsco1_500.png" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see, I dyed my hair dark auburn yesterday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I shall post all my pictures from Vegas&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.252330608110660.77874.100000011689304&amp;amp;l=fdacf0bae1&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see the complete album now. :3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-989898174773816709?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/989898174773816709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=989898174773816709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/989898174773816709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/989898174773816709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/colour-me-dark-auburn.html' title='Colour me dark auburn.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8135298076657649116</id><published>2011-07-18T16:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:27:06.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Update on my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sorry for not being an active blogger on here lately. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; I just got home from my friend Rachel's house a few moments ago. I slept over at her house, along with Tory and Nicole and it was quite a fun night. Some of Rachel's older brother's friends were there too, and though it was a bit awkward for us, it was pretty funny, because one guy came, and Nicole has a tiny crush on him because she thinks he is super cute, so she was texting Rachel back and forth (the text said something along the lines of, "He is sooo cuuuute omg what do I do") and then Rachel showed me and Tory and then we all started laughing, and then everyone else turned to look at us. (Sorry for the run-ons). At first Nicole didn't want to come downstairs because she's scared of being awkward, so Rachel had to go upstairs and drag her down. 'twas a great night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;By now, I've gotten over the fact that I lost my iPod Mr. Sushi, even if my parents said they wouldn't buy me a new one. I'm using my dad's old iPhone for now, but it's barely 8 gigs, which, btw, wasn't even enough for my old iPod, for all the songs that I have, so Tory is lending me her old 8gig iPod. I have over 20 gigs of music on my computer so I'll have to be nit-picky about what I put on there. My music taste and knowledge has evolved quite a bit since I got my 8gig. I thought that 1000-ish songs were enough, but now it seems like such a small number. I hope I will be able to get a new iPod on my birthday or Christmas. But that's in December and still so far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Did you guys see the final Harry Potter movie? I saw it twice. Once (the premier) with Rachel, her brother and sister, Elise, my friend Olivia and her sister, and their friend, and then once when Tory and Nicole got back from camp, because they missed the premier. The first time I didn't cry. I couldn't. &lt;s&gt;I'm a robot.&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;The second time, I'll admit, I &lt;i&gt;may &lt;/i&gt;have shed a few tears. Esp. at the part when Snape was holding the deceased Lily and rocking back and forth and crying. I mean I've read all the books, but to actually see it on screen.... plus, no more Harry Potter to look forward to - ever. It hurts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have band camp on the first week of August. And then after Labor Day, school starts. I can't help but feel like I'm wasting my summer away. I really haven't done anything useful or interesting, besides going to Vegas (which, btw, I shall edit and post &lt;i&gt;soon &lt;/i&gt;I promise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What have you guys been up to this summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8135298076657649116?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8135298076657649116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8135298076657649116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8135298076657649116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8135298076657649116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/update-on-my-life.html' title='Update on my Life'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-524385656275660747</id><published>2011-07-08T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T13:56:50.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just got home from Vegas this morning. I'll have the photos posted up soon on my photography blog! c: It feels good to be home, though now everything is going to go back to being boring again. I'll tell you guys all about it soon. Right now, I'm a bit peeved because I lost my iPod (Mr. Sushi). Either on the airplane from Chicago back to where I live, or on the shuttle. &lt;strike&gt;That thing is my sanity. &lt;/strike&gt;I'm in shock right now, and in morning. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; I'm not really in the mood to talk about anything right now. We called the airport, but they haven't been able to look for it yet. I hope it finds its way back here. And if not, I hope I'll be able to convince my parents to get me that ipod classic 160GB that I've wanted, though that might take a bit of work. I don't know. I can't think straight. I'll post more about Vegas later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-524385656275660747?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/524385656275660747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=524385656275660747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/524385656275660747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/524385656275660747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-just-got-home-from-vegas-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-1149879845354261912</id><published>2011-07-02T21:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:03:34.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I would appreciate it if you all followed my photography blog. I never really post my photography here anymore, so please follow my &lt;a href="http://pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;photoblog&lt;/a&gt;, or add me on&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/pearlxiaophotography"&gt; flickr&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(if you have one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-1149879845354261912?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/1149879845354261912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=1149879845354261912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1149879845354261912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1149879845354261912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-6935770153334814082</id><published>2011-07-01T13:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T14:03:46.772-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My summer has been uneventful. I mean I didn't expect to be partying every day and such, but all I've been doing is sleeping, eating, watching TV and going on the computer. I realise that I haven't been blogging at all lately and I'm so so so so sorry about that! Tumblr has consumer me. :3 Anyway, I'll try to keep up with my blogging on here, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I will be leaving for Vegas with my family on the afternoon of July 4th, and we'll be staying for four days or so. I'll be sure to take lots of photos, which I'll either post here or &lt;a href="http://pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm excited. I've been to Vegas a couple of times before and it's always fun. You'd think that it's just a 'gambling' city but there's lots of other interesting stuff besides all that. I'll just have to get used to the heat because it has been pretty chill here in Michigan and it's 100-110 degrees over there. T_T My friend Bernice, who I haven't seen in awhile since she moved, lives in Las Vegas so I'll probably go and visit her! c: On that same day (the 4th of July) I have to be in the parade for my school marching band. I'm in band council this year! :D I did try out for section leader, but you can't really be section leader until your Junior and Senior year. :3 But it's still a position of leadership, so oh well. The parade ends at 12pm and our flight is at 3pm, so we'll have to leave quickly and go straight to the airport. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; I'll have to change in the car, because I don't want to be in my marching uniform. I'll be all sweaty and gross ugh. I wish I didn't have to do the parade, but then again, I want to because we'll be marching with the Freshmen and we'll need all the help we can get because we look pretty sloppy. I'm sure we all looked like that last year when we were Freshmen too, though. It feels so great not being at the 'bottom' of the food chain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh oh! Also! I'm going to a Foo Fighters w/ Rise Against concert in September with my friend Tory. I AM SO EXCITED. ASDFASDASFASDF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Well. That's all for now. Also, I've been reading a lot and may do some book reviews soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img javascript:void(0)src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;P.S. Hi to all the new followers! I'm sorry I haven't been able to stop by your blog. Tell me if you want me to check out your blog. c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-6935770153334814082?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/6935770153334814082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=6935770153334814082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6935770153334814082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6935770153334814082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/07/mood-hungry-my-summer-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-2400993082258877905</id><published>2011-06-29T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:27:46.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>Everything is perfect, and then it's not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnkgnlEwFh1qlgw1qo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnkgnlEwFh1qlgw1qo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;image via. tumblr &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And sometimes the world smiles at you through its halcyon eyes, and everything seems perfect. The efflorescence of nature around you, the clouds, the birds, the trees. The wind sings its mellifluous songs to you. Everything is perfect. &lt;i&gt;Except it's not&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then somewhere a baby cries. Its mother just died. His father has fled. Then the sky grows darker as clouds roll in. The wind howls its song, but it's no longer gentle. It screeches and screams and pierces your eardrums a thousand times. Everything turns grey. The light that was once there is now gone. The nature around you, the clouds, the birds, the trees. Everything starts wilting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look around you, look around you, don't you see?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is a fucking mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-2400993082258877905?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/2400993082258877905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=2400993082258877905&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2400993082258877905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2400993082258877905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/06/everything-is-perfect-and-then-its-not.html' title='Everything is perfect, and then it&apos;s not.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8389646495538506598</id><published>2011-06-24T15:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:33:57.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The American Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l7uCHIbg064" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;a poem by me.&amp;nbsp;Disclaimer: The video was not created by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;America, we are your&amp;nbsp;mannequins. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue',HelveticaNeue,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;You tell us to be perfect.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;So we become your idea of perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;You say you have to be skinny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;So we starve ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;We become skeletons,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;just skin and bones.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;To satisfy what you have commanded us to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;You give us a fashion magazine and say,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;“You must look like this.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;So we dye our hair until it falls out,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;and paint our lips blood red&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;until your words are bleeding from our mouths,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;and cut our skin open to look like something else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;America, you tell us to follow our dreams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;But somewhere a single mother of five&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;who gets paid minimum wage&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;cries herself to sleep at night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;because her only son has died&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;to fight your fight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Somewhere on the streets&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;a war veteran who has given you&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;everything, sleeps on the cold stone concrete,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;and wonders what will become of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;America, you don’t care.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;So go fuck yourself with your atomic bomb.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;Because as long as you have your 50 inch&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;flat screen TV, your Caddie, you XBOX 360&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;and your little Louis Vuitton bags, you’re fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;i style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;" /&gt;America, you are not living, you’re dying the American Dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8389646495538506598?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8389646495538506598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8389646495538506598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8389646495538506598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8389646495538506598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/06/american-nightmare.html' title='The American Nightmare'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/l7uCHIbg064/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7764967570637066017</id><published>2011-06-22T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:51:02.829-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Make It Stop (September's Children)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woah, woah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled,&lt;br /&gt;Been gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;It seems just like yesterday, how did I miss the red flags raised?&lt;br /&gt;Think back to the days we laughed.&lt;br /&gt;We braved these bitter storms together.&lt;br /&gt;Brought to his knees he cried,&lt;br /&gt;But on his feet he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God would damn a heart?&lt;br /&gt;And what God drove us apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God could make it stop?&lt;br /&gt;Let this end.&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;It's come to this,&lt;br /&gt;A weightless step.&lt;br /&gt;On the way down singing,&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang from the closet walls,&lt;br /&gt;The schoolhouse halls,&lt;br /&gt;The shotgun's loaded.&lt;br /&gt;Push me and I'll push back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm done asking, I demand&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a nation under God,&lt;br /&gt;I feel it's love like a cattle prod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Born free, but still they hate.&lt;br /&gt;Born me, no I can't change.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always darkest just before the dawn.&lt;br /&gt;So stay awake with me, let's prove them wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Make it stop&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Let this end,&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen years pushed to the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;It's come to this,&lt;br /&gt;A weightless step.&lt;br /&gt;On the way down singing,&lt;br /&gt;Woah, woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold river washed him away,&lt;br /&gt;But how could we forget.&lt;br /&gt;Gathering the candles, but not their tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And too much blood has flown from the wrists,&lt;br /&gt;Of the children shamed for those they chose to kiss&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Who will rise to stop the blood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're calling for,&lt;br /&gt;Insisting on, a different beat, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;A brand new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&amp;nbsp;[x3]&lt;br /&gt;(Tyler Clementi, age 18.&lt;br /&gt;Billy Lucas, age 15.&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Chase Brown, age 15&lt;br /&gt;Cody J. Barker, age 17&lt;br /&gt;Seth Walsh, age 13.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop,&lt;br /&gt;Let this end.&lt;br /&gt;This life chose me, I'm not lost in sin.&lt;br /&gt;But proud I stand of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;I plan to go on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;let this end&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;all these years pushed to the ledge,&lt;br /&gt;but proud I stand, of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I plan to go on living&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Rise Against&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln7fkpIazn1qfyz6ao1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln7fkpIazn1qfyz6ao1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This song was written about kids who have committed suicide because they were bullied for their sexuality. But this song isn't just about that, it's about bullying in general. People don't realise how big this issue is. I can honestly say that I've never been bullied by anyone before, but as a human being, we can all relate to that pain. As a society, we need to work to get past these prejudices to become a better nation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;High school does suck. But it always gets better, even if it doesn't seem like it at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln6irz3C7S1qfyz6ao1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln6irz3C7S1qfyz6ao1_500.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It gets better, I promise you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7764967570637066017?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7764967570637066017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7764967570637066017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7764967570637066017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7764967570637066017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-it-stop-septembers-children.html' title='Make It Stop (September&apos;s Children)'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-698956302194522877</id><published>2011-06-07T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:34:31.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Her eyes are like an opalescent moon that shimmers when the stars meet the sea. The wind paints he words in the night sky like pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I met her on a dreary September when the moon was low. It hung like a glass lantern over the sea. The faint smell of pine trees and sycamore leaves filled my lungs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Inhale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Exhale.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I was a ghost and she was a ghost and together we’d sing songs of forbidden dreams to the trees and the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The ground was silver and cold beneath my bare feet. It burned me with such iciness that it felt like I was walking on a million tiny, sharp needles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;I could see her breath as she walked toward me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Inhale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Exhale.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;We met eyes and our hands interlocked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;We walked to the edge of the cliff and let the wind carry us away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Her screams pierced the silence of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And then there was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;n o t h i n g.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-698956302194522877?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/698956302194522877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=698956302194522877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/698956302194522877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/698956302194522877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/06/her-eyes-are-like-opalescent-moon-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-6306229311188805025</id><published>2011-05-31T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:42:48.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Saying goodbye is the hardest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ4c4UPuT0Y/TeVOvZDwhAI/AAAAAAAAByQ/jQGIYQ79-d4/s1600/IMG_9273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ4c4UPuT0Y/TeVOvZDwhAI/AAAAAAAAByQ/jQGIYQ79-d4/s400/IMG_9273.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It has been so hot outside recently, you have no idea. Yesterday was the worst. Yesterday, we had to march in the Memorial Day parade (our school marching band). While we were quite successful, it was so hot at some parts I felt like I couldn't breathe. I'm proud of ourselves though. It was also an audition for us to play at Disney next year. Not to uh, brag or anything, but we looked quite splendid compared to the other schools who marched. We were in &lt;i&gt;full uniform &lt;/i&gt;so we looked professional. The other schools just wore t-shirts and shorts, which I think, is disrespectful. I'm pretty sure that one of the other schools called us "stupid" for wearing full uniform. I'm sorry, we're stupid because we have a lot of pride, and we want to be respectful for those veterans who have fought for our country? Uhm, okay. Right now, it's 90 degrees. It's going to be a bit better tomorrow, thank goodness. 80 degrees - still hot - but better than what we have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today, the fire alarm was pulled twice. TWICE. Once before lunch, and once during 4th hour. I was quite angry. First of all, I wanted my food. Second of all, It's way to hot for this, especially twice. It was pulled FIVE times last Friday, when it was the last day for seniors. And it wasn't even a senior who pulled it because all the seniors are gone already. You wouldn't believe the immaturity that goes on in my school. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BUT I'M GOING TO MISS ALL THE COOL SENIORS, GAH. Band is going to suck without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have only 8 and a half days left of school, and I can't wait. I can't wait for band camp and endless where I can take photos all day with my camera Ron. I have a feeling I'll be quite bored though since I have no plans. What I really want is a job this summer. I want that iPod classic so badly, plus band tees that sit alone forever waiting in my amazon wishlist. ;D Plus a tons of bands are coming here this year and I have like, no money now so I need money for concert tix. I'm such a greedy little child.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finals are coming up, so I should probably go study. Later guys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-6306229311188805025?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/6306229311188805025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=6306229311188805025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6306229311188805025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6306229311188805025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/saying-goodbye-is-hardest.html' title='Saying goodbye is the hardest.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ4c4UPuT0Y/TeVOvZDwhAI/AAAAAAAAByQ/jQGIYQ79-d4/s72-c/IMG_9273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-6912413698894276466</id><published>2011-05-31T16:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:34:16.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Truth About Drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;She drowned her dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;in the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;and walked into it silently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;the stars now gone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;from her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;the warmth now gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;from her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;The sweet seraphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;cried for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;and the weight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;pulling her down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Further into the sea&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;she walks&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;without an emotion on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Until she's covered with the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;and her light shines no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;My first poem in forever. Well, what seems like forever because it feels like I haven't written in forever. I like this poem though. It's basically about your dreams "drowning" and fading away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-6912413698894276466?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/6912413698894276466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=6912413698894276466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6912413698894276466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6912413698894276466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dream-of-drowning-in-ocean.html' title='The Truth About Drowning'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5050080982193974941</id><published>2011-05-23T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:40:10.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I've run out of creative juice to think of a cool title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today was my last day of tennis practice, and though I should be a bit sad, I'll have to admit that I have a sense of relief. I get two hours of my life back that I could use to procrastinate, or focus more on schoolwork because Lord knows I have too much going on right now, now that the school year is almost over and teachers are handing out projects and assignments like crazy. I have to make a poster for and for "section leader tryouts", and I have this stupid project in Geometry and science. And they're all due on the same exact day. -_- Do teachers not get that we have piles of assignments from other classes or do they want to just give us so much work that the stress inside us burns like fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On a lighter note, I ordered Star Wars Clone Trooper headphones and I'm in love with them! :D Yeah, you jelly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixhw0Cq7Rl8/TdsIHdyET-I/AAAAAAAABxw/5umfcGsyJm4/s1600/IMG_9125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixhw0Cq7Rl8/TdsIHdyET-I/AAAAAAAABxw/5umfcGsyJm4/s400/IMG_9125.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On Friday, I went to a school play called Nevermore: The Final Mystery of Edgar Allen Poe. And like all school plays, it was quite awesome. This one in particular. Our athletic program is rather sucky but our arts programs is the best. :) It really made me want to join drama next, but I don't want to drown myself in extracurriculars and so many advanced classes that I completely break down, you know? But it would seem like fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYLdX-N5Lv8/TdsLYAWXfpI/AAAAAAAABx0/VLCHp_vy32Y/s1600/IMG_9094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zYLdX-N5Lv8/TdsLYAWXfpI/AAAAAAAABx0/VLCHp_vy32Y/s400/IMG_9094.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djETzOxTVp0/TdsLrycWrII/AAAAAAAABx4/9pKp7MZ76UI/s1600/IMG_9095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-djETzOxTVp0/TdsLrycWrII/AAAAAAAABx4/9pKp7MZ76UI/s400/IMG_9095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Only 12.5 days left of school. Tomorrow is our band concert, and Wednesday we have band rehearsal from 6 -9 to get ready for the Memorial Day parade. Reminds me of marching season when we have 6-9pm practices every Wednesday. God I can't wait to march again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But for now, I have to do my homework that I've been avoiding, so ~~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;talk to you all later! Keep me updated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;New photos on my photography blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-5050080982193974941?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/5050080982193974941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=5050080982193974941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5050080982193974941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5050080982193974941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-run-out-of-creative-juice-to-think.html' title='I&apos;ve run out of creative juice to think of a cool title.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixhw0Cq7Rl8/TdsIHdyET-I/AAAAAAAABxw/5umfcGsyJm4/s72-c/IMG_9125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5026953721627264027</id><published>2011-05-22T18:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:01:01.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Congrats. If you are reading this, then you have survived the so called "Apocalypse of May 21st"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;KUDOS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I knew it was utter and complete BS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Better post soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I have a bunch of stuff that I want to update you guys on, but right now I'm too lazy to. So....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;That's all! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-5026953721627264027?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/5026953721627264027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=5026953721627264027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5026953721627264027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5026953721627264027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/congrats-if-you-are-reading-this-then.html' title='Congrats. If you are reading this, then you have survived the so called &quot;Apocalypse of May 21st&quot;'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7954658376680717587</id><published>2011-05-16T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:09:00.497-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday: Daytrotter.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daytrotter.com/common/images/daytrotter-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="394" src="http://www.daytrotter.com/common/images/daytrotter-logo.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I've discovered the website that will make all of youse indie-music listening kids/indie kids/hipsters happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Daytrotter.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I think I'm in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I'll just let them tell you about their website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Lucida, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Daytrotter -- One band a day, every day, 28&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Daytrotter Session&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;songs each week&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;There are so many music/entertainment websites that copy one another, scrambling so fast to “discover” or present something new to the world. And just because you get there first, it doesn’t really make you an explorer. We did poke a stars and stripes into the moon, but we could always see it. We knew it was there. It wasn’t new. We can always come along and say we did, saw, heard something first, but we’re never right. What Daytrotter is attempting to do is to not kid around with you and tell you that we found something that you never knew existed. We are going to contribute to the musical landscape, not just toss it around like a used book or a stolen pick-up line. We’re going to give you something that you truly have never heard. We are not giving you songs from someone you love’s record album, thereby stealing from someone you love. We’re giving you exclusive, re-worked, alternate versions of old songs and unreleased tracks by some of your favorite bands and by a lot of your next favorite bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Daytrotter Sessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;These fine people – as they’re traveling through America’s heartland – take two hours out of their travels between shows to stop in for a Daytrotter Session at The Horseshack in downtown Rock Island, Ill. The name of the city is not ironic. They use borrowed instruments, play with their touring mates, utilize an often unkempt toilet, eat some food and then cram back into their vans for the last half of the drive. What they leave behind is a pile of ashes, sometimes a forgotten stocking hat and four absolutely collectible songs that often impart on whomever listens to them the true intensity that these musicians put into their art, sometimes with more clarity than they do when they have months to tinker with overdubs and experiments. These songs are them as they are on that particular day, on that particular tour – dirty and alive. We want you to make this your new home as it is ours. We promise that you will love it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4734459116124943337-7954658376680717587?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7954658376680717587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7954658376680717587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7954658376680717587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7954658376680717587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/music-monday-daytrottercom.html' title='Music Monday: Daytrotter.com'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7987706173128943314</id><published>2011-05-15T12:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:13:45.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>An Inadequate Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As you can see, I've been trying to begin blogging regularly again, though however much I'm failing at coming up with reasonable post ideas. :3 First things first, &lt;strong&gt;I won class president! &lt;/strong&gt;I am now the class of 2014 president for next year at my high school, and I'm excited for all the things that I can do to help the school! Tori didn't win vice though, and I'm a bit peeved about that because the current vice (who won the position for next year too) didn't do &lt;em&gt;anything, &lt;/em&gt;and he probably won't do anything next year either, and plus, I think I told you about how he got arrested for smoking weed this year and he didn't even get impeached? Yeah. But still, I'm glad that I'll be able to make some changes around here, however small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;There's less than a month left of school, and everything is A-okay. Everyone's chill and ready for school to be over, and anxious about finals, but that's alright because summer vacation is almost here. Plus, on Wednesday, the 'fam and I are going to Ohio to see Cirque du Cirlei, so that's definitely something to look forward to. Also, tennis season is almost at its end and I feel like I've improved&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;a lot. &lt;/em&gt;Also, starting June I'm taking driver's ed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I really need to find a summer job because I need money for all the things that are on my wishlist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;iPod Classic 160GB (7th generation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Star Wars Stormtrooper HeadPhones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rise Against sweatshirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Moleskine notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rise Against posters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Frank Sinatra poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Deathly Hallows shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mumford &amp;amp; Sons shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rise Against shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;ADTR shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The Smiths shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The weather here has been warming up now. The last few days it has been 88 degrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Nothing else interesting to tell you, really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7987706173128943314?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7987706173128943314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7987706173128943314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7987706173128943314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7987706173128943314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/mood-content-as-you-can-see-ive-been.html' title='An Inadequate Post'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-16325807940390397</id><published>2011-05-08T21:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:34:49.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>Since you all refuse to visit my photography blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I'll have to post my recent photos here. ;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANUxA-Pk2xo/TccXz_XpvSI/AAAAAAAABw4/ynSaydWFkWU/s1600/013+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANUxA-Pk2xo/TccXz_XpvSI/AAAAAAAABw4/ynSaydWFkWU/s400/013+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpnFN3yf_YM/TccYFbwlxlI/AAAAAAAABw8/K4aYue0s9qg/s1600/014+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xpnFN3yf_YM/TccYFbwlxlI/AAAAAAAABw8/K4aYue0s9qg/s400/014+-+Copy.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpDI9jpI70U/TccYKgfnAoI/AAAAAAAABxA/meIQ7o5UQhQ/s1600/016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first 'blend'. I personally think it's horrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-16325807940390397?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/16325807940390397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=16325807940390397&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/16325807940390397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/16325807940390397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/since-you-all-refuse-to-visit-my.html' title='Since you all refuse to visit my photography blog...'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ANUxA-Pk2xo/TccXz_XpvSI/AAAAAAAABw4/ynSaydWFkWU/s72-c/013+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7070781326539534512</id><published>2011-05-08T18:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T18:22:22.785-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My mood has been going up and down this quarter. It must be because school is almost over, but the stress of it not &lt;i&gt;yet &lt;/i&gt;being over is getting to me. I don't even want to think about finals coming up. Last week was pretty good, actually. We had 3 tennis matches and me and my partner won 2/3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't posted in like, 2 weeks and I feel so bad. I wish I had more time to write - anything - but I haven't had any time at all. My prose and poetry are getting weaker and writer's block is moving in, and I hope not permanently. All my creative juices have been directed at my photography, and I really need to redirect some of it towards my writing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My mom found a job for me for next school year. It's a babysitting job, but still... I'll be able to make $200 / month. It'll most likely be after school each day, but hey, it's worth it! Plus the kids are like, 8 and 11 so I just have to sit there. I really can't wait to make some money because there're so many things that I want to buy (an iPod classic, for example, since Mr. Sushi is complete full now... *sob sob* so sad.) and a film camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am so excited for summer. Band camp is something I'm really looking forward to. I can't wait to meet next year's freshmen. It's just an amazing experience every time. The stars are beautiful there. I kinda wish it was 2 weeks instead of one week. Marching season is so much fun! Last year though, I really wanted marching season to end. You know how when it's summer you're like, I want it to be school aleady! But when school starts you're like, Ugh, when is summer break? It's like that. I guess last year, marching season seemed really stressful because we were all freshmen and getting used to it. But now I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not sure what else to write about, so you get some pictures of me and my mommy. Pardon the horrible quality. Our scanner isn't very good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69LDK1WSoKw/TccXNxoUy8I/AAAAAAAABwo/Yp92nTbz6FM/s1600/meandmommy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69LDK1WSoKw/TccXNxoUy8I/AAAAAAAABwo/Yp92nTbz6FM/s320/meandmommy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ilgu0WYu5M/TccXOO9iNLI/AAAAAAAABws/jpt4NDSfZ00/s1600/meandmommy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ilgu0WYu5M/TccXOO9iNLI/AAAAAAAABws/jpt4NDSfZ00/s320/meandmommy2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLzNTgi61o8/TccXOs7haGI/AAAAAAAABww/uKrbqrBl35U/s1600/meandmommy3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bLzNTgi61o8/TccXOs7haGI/AAAAAAAABww/uKrbqrBl35U/s320/meandmommy3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mg9S99GDZlI/TccXPK33R3I/AAAAAAAABw0/b0FTKU5_Mq0/s1600/meandmommy4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mg9S99GDZlI/TccXPK33R3I/AAAAAAAABw0/b0FTKU5_Mq0/s320/meandmommy4.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love my mommy more than Frank Sinatra and Rise Against, (even if I don't show it at times) and that is a LOT of love. Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7070781326539534512?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7070781326539534512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7070781326539534512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7070781326539534512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7070781326539534512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69LDK1WSoKw/TccXNxoUy8I/AAAAAAAABwo/Yp92nTbz6FM/s72-c/meandmommy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-4563916431752906544</id><published>2011-04-28T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:48:59.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Downfall of Us All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;High school has definitely given me bipolar or something because my mood has just been up and down every week. I was strangely very chipper today at school, but then after 5th hour everything just went downhill. Remember when we were little and we just couldn't wait to get into high school? Well, high school &lt;i&gt;sucks&lt;/i&gt;. Too much stress.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Too many annoying people. If someone says that they genuinely like high school, then I'm going to assume there is something wrong with you. Of course, there are the fun memories and new friends (the rare gems) that you pick out amongst the sea of immature, childish teenagers, of mostly it consists of just stress. I can't wait for sophomore year. I hope it'll be better than freshman year. Freshman year is just too stressful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, did I mention that high school leaves little room for creativity? Sigh. I can just feel it draining out of me. I can't think of a cool story or novel idea for the death of me. It's sad because in grade and middle school I had a bunch of cool ideas and now I can't think of &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Plus, I haven't been updating this blog (or the music playlist) either, and I can definitely see it beginning to suck based on the lack of comments lately. *cough cough* Or maybe you guys are all busy too? O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This blog shall be the downfall of us all. ;D (Yes, I meant to quote A Day To Remember).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh! See here, see &lt;a href="http://pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I took some new pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing interesting to report, really. Just 5 more weeks until summer break. I CAN'T WAIT FOR HARRY POTTER 7 PART 2 TO COME OUT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll try to write some more poetry and prose to keep this blog interesting and fresh. &lt;i&gt;I'll try&lt;/i&gt;. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-4563916431752906544?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/4563916431752906544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=4563916431752906544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/4563916431752906544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/4563916431752906544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/04/downfall-of-us-all.html' title='The Downfall of Us All'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7139703285816908793</id><published>2011-04-18T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:17:20.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Things That Frustrate Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There's a certain type of people in this world who don't get mad no matter what. And then there are some who are constantly pissed at everyone and everything. I learn more towards the first type, though often in my head I would &lt;i&gt;seem &lt;/i&gt;to be perfectly fine but inside I'm pissed the f**k off by everything when it's &lt;i&gt;one of those days&lt;/i&gt;. I'm not usually a hater. I find it hard to list people from the top of my head that I absolutely, dreadfully hate because if I've never met you before or talked to you before, even if I hear so many horrible things about you, I could never be able to find it inside of me to downright hate you no matter what I hear. It may be a strength and it may be a flaw. Nevertheless, when I say I hate someone, then you know I'm serious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everything has been pissing me off lately. I don't know if it's because school will be over in less than 2 months or if it's something else, but today was just a horrible day. And I owe it all to my info. tech teacher who shall not be named. DAJSDFASDF High school sucks, and it has sucked more ever since I started his class. I heard he was horrible and I should have switched out when people warned me. But I'm glad I'm getting info tech over with this year instead of later years. So anyway, this dude is really pissing me off. Actually, I'm &lt;s&gt;pretty sure&lt;/s&gt; positive that he's pissing everyone in the class off. Everyone in the class either has a C, D, or E. Why? Because the guy marks are you down for the tiniest things. I have a D in his class now because I wasn't clear in one line of an &lt;i&gt;email &lt;/i&gt;that were were supposed to sent, so he gave me an E on an assignment. What's worse, he waits until the absolute moment to update grades, so you basically remain with the same horrible grade in that class until that last minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last quarter, students went to the counselors and complained about this one math teacher who shall not be named. They were straight A/good students who complained that they were failing because of that certain teacher's class. When they checked it out, they saw that everyone had an A except in that class. If he doesn't update it soon, I'm going to do that, except with the other teacher who shall not be named.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sorry, my posts have been morbidly depressing lately. Must be almost-the-end-of-the-year syndrome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;ON THE OTHER HAND &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;did I mention that I made symphonic band?&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's like the best band. Symphonic got a I rating at festival, which is the best! Plus, only people who &lt;i&gt;care &lt;/i&gt;end up in symphonic, so I won't have to deal with all the immaturity that goes on in concert or varsity next year. BOO YEAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There's a million other things that I want to say but can't find the words to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I suck at blogging now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Better posts during summer. I promise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;High school sucks the creativity out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7139703285816908793?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7139703285816908793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7139703285816908793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7139703285816908793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7139703285816908793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-that-frustrate-candy.html' title='The Things That Frustrate Candy'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8452949407003968581</id><published>2011-04-12T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T18:57:32.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>World's Worst Blogger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content; a little bummed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;I feel like the worst blogger in the whole world because I haven't posted anything in what seems like forever. But of course, nothing interesting has been really happening to me lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Yesterday was the first day back from spring break. And I have to say, I had a pretty good break. I went to downtown Ann Arbor with my mom and little sister and walked around there for a bit. I've been there before, but I never really shopped around and I was surprised at how many vintage stores there were. I was also surprised that the vintage stuff were just as expensive (sometimes even more) than the regular, newer stuff that you see in malls. But I do truly want to get more vintage in my wardrobe. :) While we were there I went to two indie music/record stores. I've never been to one before, and I have to say, I love it, more than regular music stores that you find in the mall because there's a wider selection, and the music is a lot better, and they don't have any of the horrible mainstream crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Then on Wednesday I went to my friend Olivia's house for movie night, where we watched Scott Pilgram vs. The World and the beginning of Rent. Then Thursday, I went to my friend Rachel's house where we watched movies until we fell asleep with the TV on... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Nothing else interested has happened so far. But I am so anxious to find out if I made symphonic band! I surely hope so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;But the reason that I'm a bit bummed is because I'm an alternate in tennis. I got my hopes up that I was going to be a starter. I thought I wasn't upset because it's really not a big deal, but when I got home I started feeling a bit bummed. The thing is, I thought I was really starting to play well. My backhands were getting harder and faster and my serves were getting better too. I also thought that I wasn't that much worse than the girls who were chosen as starters. Or maybe I'm wrong. Sigh. Our first game is tomorrow. Wish me luck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;If you have a tumblr, visit me. I tend to be much more active there now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;But I promise I won't forget you&amp;nbsp;guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;So tell me, what has happened lately in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8452949407003968581?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8452949407003968581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8452949407003968581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8452949407003968581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8452949407003968581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/04/worlds-worst-blogger.html' title='World&apos;s Worst Blogger.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-3196111356862656701</id><published>2011-03-29T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:35:06.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>a girl named ruby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;She doesn't know what to do with her life. She doesn't know. Dreams seem impossible, drying up like a raisin in the sun. Her life fades in and out, just like the gunshots she hears on the street corners everday. Living feels like hell. She wants to escape the rotting she feels inside her heart. Sometimes the pain gets to hurt so much until&amp;nbsp;she can't cry anymore. Stillness rings in her ears. She remembers when she was little she had a dream. She wanted to be a doctor. She wanted to save lives. To cure. But how could she when she herself needed to be saved? From the world? From the prejudice? From herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Ruby was six when her mom and dad were killed. She was playing with the old doll she found on the streets. Her family never had any money to buy her fancy things, toys or pretty dresses. But she didn't mind. She's never known anything else. The house she lived in was barely bigger than what would be your room. The kitchen and living room was all in one room. Her mother and father slept on the floor, while Ruby slept on&amp;nbsp; the old, hard, dirty couch. But sometimes, she couldn't stand it, and she would sleep on the ground and have her parents sleep on the couch instead. She could hardly call it a home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;She loved the library though. She would rather live in the library, surrounded completely by piles and piles of books, inhaling the smell of the old wrinkly pages, and savouring the sound as pages turned. It was a small library, and not all of the books are in top condition, but it was the only place where she felt safe. Where she felt she could escape. She's read tons and tons of books. Her favourites were adventures.&amp;nbsp; She liked to escape, as far as she could inside her mind. Books allowed her to do that. Sometimes, she would lose herself in a book and lose track of time. That's how she spent her life. She read and read and read and learned and learned, even when she moved to live with her aunt and uncle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;When she turned 14, Ruby decided she wanted to make a change in this world. She wanted to save lives. So she worked as hard as she could in high school, and got accepted into &lt;br /&gt;Harvard law school. She now is married, has two kids a boy Henry and a girl Alice, and now they live happily in Seattle, where Ruby continues to fight for change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of course, this whole story is made up. It was just a story I made up because I was in need of writing inspiration, but who's to say someone hasn't gone through this? I hope you enjoyed this short piece of prose. I was way overdue in terms of writing. I haven't had any time to write lately, so uh, yeah. Tell me what you think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0px none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-3196111356862656701?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/3196111356862656701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=3196111356862656701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3196111356862656701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3196111356862656701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-named-ruby.html' title='a girl named ruby.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-3705573285676414925</id><published>2011-03-27T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:49:27.407-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I can't think of a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;So remember in the earlier post, I told you how I was going to a movie night with some of the tennis girls for 'team bonding'? And how I said they didn't really seem like the type of people who I would usually hang out with? I was wrong. We didn't even watch a movie. During the 6 and a half hours that we were there at Taylor J's house, we talked. We talked about everything. Boys, ghosts, death, life, everything, and we all shared stories. After the night, I realised how cool and funny these girls were. Not all of the tennis girls came, but for those who did, I felt so much closer to them than I did before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;We ordered pizza from Benitos and one of the captains went out to buy icecream. The thing I remember the most about the night was that we had a long talk about death, and then ghosts and creepy dreams and when the parents of the girl's house whose house we were at came home (Taylor J), Sarah looked towards the door and said there was someone there and at first no one believed her and then Taylor J said, "Actually... there is." and then the next thing I knew, everyone was screaming. And then when her mom came into the kitchen we all screamed again. It was hilarious&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I have to go back to writing out my lab for science class. I think I'm definitely going to die next year when I take almost all advanced classes. I'm not sure if it even will be worth it. But we shall see. That's all for now. Buh-bye. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Anything interesting been happening to you guys?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/4734459116124943337-3705573285676414925?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/3705573285676414925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=3705573285676414925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3705573285676414925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3705573285676414925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-think-of-title.html' title='I can&apos;t think of a title.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5059017879958466703</id><published>2011-03-26T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:39:24.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>If you're looking for an interesting post to read, you've come to the wrong place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I'm beginning to realise how sucky I've been at blogging. I have basically, no post &amp;nbsp;ideas and have been pretty much neglecting this blog. I'm so sorry, you guys. D: I feel so bad. &amp;nbsp;Mostly, I've just been super busy and once I get home and onto the computer, I feel too lazy and tired to blog. I find myself on Tumblr all the time, and though I'm on Tumblr more than I'm on Blogger nowadays, I could never call that place a real blog. My life has been consisting tennis and academics lately. I just can't wait until summer break... &lt;i&gt;freedom, band camp, photography, perhaps a summer job. &lt;/i&gt;My whole week was a blur, but all I can remember is that I've gone to sleep at 12am every day that week. Tennis + procrastination has left me little time to complete all the homework I have. I don't even want to think about &amp;nbsp;next year when I'm taking pretty much all advanced classes. What makes school even more annoying is that my Info Tech teacher, who is old, annoying, stubborn and grumpy refuses to update grades so I have an A- in his class, so I have a 3.95 instead of a 4.0 again. BLAH. Can you tell how pathetic my life is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But on the other hand, I've made some new friends in tennis, 'cause all of the girls are nice. We're having a movie night later at 4:30pm. Thing is though, not all of them would be considered the type of people who I would usually hang with. Our chatter usually consists of boys, music that I do not listen to and some shows that I do not watch. Still, I guess you could say that I'm being quite prejudice here and I don't really know much about a lot of them yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If you're here looking for an interesting post, I believe you've come to the wrong place. I haven't had any time to write lately, and I feel my writing and skills of poetry and prose slowly slipping away. I lack inspiration. High school does that to you. Or at least winter does... I know it should be spring already, but where I live, winter lasts almost half the year, leaving little time for warmth. I promise though, once spring is officially here, and it gets warm and pretty outside once more, inspiration will be kicking in and posts shall be interesting again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For now, you will have to deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm becoming so boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Or at least my posts are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't tell anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-5059017879958466703?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/5059017879958466703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=5059017879958466703&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5059017879958466703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5059017879958466703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-youre-looking-for-interesting-post.html' title='If you&apos;re looking for an interesting post to read, you&apos;ve come to the wrong place.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-460617430965135984</id><published>2011-03-18T14:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:35:23.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>a serendipity of photos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AAQO-Du_rAE/TYOfzXPVhuI/AAAAAAAABtM/2z4THY-SMHc/s1600/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AAQO-Du_rAE/TYOfzXPVhuI/AAAAAAAABtM/2z4THY-SMHc/s400/130.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peter is the wolf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li9lvaiY4e1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li9lvaiY4e1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heartfist. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li9lztSHam1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" r6="true" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li9lztSHam1qbwvsco1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death Blossoms&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿These are all photos that I took recently. The first one, I had that idea for awhile. The paper wolf mask was something Sophia got at the public library during story time. I wanted to do something with it - preferably outside by the woods - but 'twas too cold, so I just took it in my room. I'll probably be using it for other shoots too. The last two, I took just last night when I went to my friend Rachel's house for a movie night. I love her house and her room... she has a whole wall that is just chalkboard and I drew the Rise Against heartfist logo on it. Spring always gives me a sense of inspiration... probably because it's warm, and there's so many thing to take pictures of outside. See more of my photos &lt;a href="http://www.pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something happened this week. &lt;/i&gt;I made the tennis team! Dude, was I ever so surprised. I didn't expect to make the team at all because it was the first time I've ever played tennis and at first I wasn't even sure if I wanted to have that commitment of having to go to practice everyday, etc. because I'm terrified of commitment. But the first practice was today and I have to say - I had a lot of fun! 1. I'm actually not bad at it. 2. The girls are &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;nice! I mean, volleyball was cool when I did it in like the 7th and 8th grade, but the girls weren't exactly my type of people... The tennis girls are super cool, and a few of them are even in band like me. :) I'm beginning to think that I might actually stick to this sport and let it be my 4 year sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next Tuesday are symphonic band tryouts. I hope I make it, though a lot of people already said I have a really good chance of making it because I'm really good (not to sound egotistic or anything ;D) I'm in varsity band right now and the difference between Concert, Varsity, and Symphonic is that Concert/Varsity music is easy and not challenging at all, and the people aren't serious about band. Symphonic is aabsolutely amazing. Mostly upperclassmen and a few underclass, but all of them are serious about people, mature and the music is challenging, but so beautiful and worth it. My section leader even told me to try out for both symphonic and section leader, and I just feel so accomplished to be able to have people who are already&amp;nbsp;in symphonic/are section leaders&amp;nbsp;to say that to me. :) I hope I make it! Wish me luck when I try out next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I'm done rambling, seeing as I don't really have much else to say and you guys probably get pretty tired of hearing about my boring, pathetic life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tell me an interesting story about you or anything interesting that has happened to you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-460617430965135984?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/460617430965135984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=460617430965135984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/460617430965135984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/460617430965135984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/serendipity-of-photos.html' title='a serendipity of photos.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AAQO-Du_rAE/TYOfzXPVhuI/AAAAAAAABtM/2z4THY-SMHc/s72-c/130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8483348443970088393</id><published>2011-03-14T19:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:40:19.215-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Happy Pi Day, My Sweet Dorkatrons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3odgkGxGIrM/SxL3_ERmZRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RvYMrWv5zgo/S700/pie+pic+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3odgkGxGIrM/SxL3_ERmZRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RvYMrWv5zgo/S700/pie+pic+2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is Pi Day . Pi as in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510 5820974944 5923078164 0628620899 8628034825 3421170679 8214808651 3282306647 0938446095 5058223172 5359408128 4811174502 8410270193 8521105559 6446229489 5493038196 4428810975 6659334461 2847564823 3786783165 2712019091 4564856692 3460348610 4543266482 1339360726 0249141273 7245870066 0631558817 4881520920 9628292540 9171536436 7892590360 0113305305 4882046652 1384146951 9415116094 3305727036 5759591953 0921861173 8193261179 3105118548 0744623799 6274956735 1885752724 8912279381 8301194912 9833673362 4406566430 8602139494 6395224737 1907021798 6094370277 0539217176 2931767523 8467481846 7669405132 0005681271 4526356082 7785771342 7577896091 7363717872 1468440901 2249534301 4654958537 1050792279 6892589235 4201995611 2129021960 8640344181 5981362977 4771309960 5187072113 4999999837 2978049951 0597317328 1609631859 5024459455 3469083026 4252230825 3344685035 2619311881 7101000313 7838752886 5875332083 8142061717 7669147303 5982534904 2875546873 1159562863 8823537875 9375195778 1857780532 1712268066 1300192787 6611195909 2164201989.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today felt like a fairly short day, probably because it was overall a really great day, other than tennis. I think it was because we pretty much did nothing in all of classes. We took pictures in band, so I had to bring my marching uniform. And the best part of the the whole day was that in Mrs. Murphy's Geometry class, everyone brought pies (pies, of all kind, everywhere!) IT WAS AMAZING AND AWESOME. I LOVE PIE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That was pretty much the only good part of the day, since we've all been looking forward to it for forever. I mean, c'mon. It's PIE. After that, was day one of tennis tryouts. I didn't try out today - mine is tomorrow - so I just practiced. I pretty much fail. The fact that I did not know that it was supposed to take place outside today did not help. I WAS FREEZING. Freezing. And I pretty much didn't say anything the whole time because 1. It was freaking cold, and 2. I've mentioned before that I'm shy and awkward when I'm not around people who I'm used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;At least it'll be a short week. Half day Thursday for Parent/Teacher Confereces, and Staff Development Day Friday. Speaking of school, I think I might die next year, because I've signed up for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Accelerated American Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Honours Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Algebra II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;French I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Symphonic Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yeah, I'm doubling up on Chem. and Bio. so I can take an AP science class Junior / Senior year. My parents aren't pressuring me to take these classes. I just want to get the most out of my HS career, even if it means I might die in the process because of all the homework and work. Still, I think I'll be able to handle it with the right attitude. I need to get rid of the procrastination, like I'm doing right now...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, I guess I'd better get to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8483348443970088393?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8483348443970088393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8483348443970088393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8483348443970088393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8483348443970088393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-pi-day-my-sweet-dorkatrons.html' title='Happy Pi Day, My Sweet Dorkatrons.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3odgkGxGIrM/SxL3_ERmZRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RvYMrWv5zgo/s72-c/pie+pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-3367936421397768051</id><published>2011-03-10T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:12:16.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Six Ways Till Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsbird.com/artist/gallery/RiseAgainst/RiseAgainst_9164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="346" src="http://www.lyricsbird.com/artist/gallery/RiseAgainst/RiseAgainst_9164.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;The years unfold in one moment&lt;br /&gt;The voices that we heard so loud&lt;br /&gt;Are now suddenly silenced&lt;br /&gt;Inside this crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're surrounded by the lives&lt;br /&gt;Of those who found something to hold&lt;br /&gt;So bringing everybody down&lt;br /&gt;Is all you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've been hiding so long&lt;br /&gt;You can't find yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sheltered life you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When everything you want is at your fingertips&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what need is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're claiming to be something different&lt;br /&gt;So wanting to believe&lt;br /&gt;That you're better than the rest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for your self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;i&gt;talk to hear your own voic&lt;/i&gt;e and&lt;br /&gt;You've left me no choice but to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss the person that you were&lt;br /&gt;But I don't miss you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been hiding so long&lt;br /&gt;You can't find yourself&lt;br /&gt;In this sheltered life you live&lt;br /&gt;When everything you want is at your fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll never know what need is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're the new revolution&lt;br /&gt;The angst-filled adolescent&lt;br /&gt;You fit the stereotype well&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the new revolution&lt;br /&gt;The angst-filled adolescent&lt;br /&gt;You fit the stereotype well&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #303030; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Six Ways Till Sunday by Rise Against ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-3367936421397768051?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/3367936421397768051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=3367936421397768051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3367936421397768051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3367936421397768051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/six-days-till-sunday.html' title='Six Ways Till Sunday'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-4130010522048884837</id><published>2011-03-06T18:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:13:33.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>We can't spend out lives waiting to live...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why did the weekend go by so fast, while the week was excruciatingly slow? Tomorrow is Monday. This week will be incredibly busy. I might die from all this busyness. Why, you ask? Let's see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Monday:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Doctor's appointment 3:45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3 - 5pm tennis conditioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tuesday:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pre-festival band concert 6:45pm&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3 - 5pm tennis conditioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wednesday:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Optometrist appointment 3:15pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3 - 5pm tennis conditioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Varsity Band Rehearsal 6-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3 - 5pm tennis conditioning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Friday:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Band Festival 1:40-7:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm going to hate this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So today, I did this to my ceiling:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ULYSH_3DXHw/TXQQiqbhPiI/AAAAAAAABqc/O1r9-xAfrqQ/s1600/005+-+Copy+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ULYSH_3DXHw/TXQQiqbhPiI/AAAAAAAABqc/O1r9-xAfrqQ/s400/005+-+Copy+%25282%2529.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I stayed up till 2:30AM cutting and pasting this onto the ceiling above my bed. It's a line from The Dirt Whispered by Rise Against. I'm so proud of myself. Doesn't it look awesome? I feel so accomplished. Their new album Endgame comes out in 8 days! I'm so excited! Me and &lt;a href="http://www.sometimessellingout.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tori&lt;/a&gt; really want to go to their concert in May where they'll be performing with Bad Religion. If you haven't figured it out yet, they're my favourite band ever. I have all of their songs and albums on Mr. Sushi. Oh, and I forgot to mention to you guys - Mr. Sushi is almost full! :( 1252 songs. And I still need room for Endgame. I really want an iPod classic 160 gig, but that's like $249 and I have zip. And I know my parents won't get me another one, so somehow I need to come up with the money on my own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nothing interesting as of late. Just dreading the start of the week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, btw, I took new photos! :) Go &lt;a href="http://www.pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;P.S. Has anything interesting happened to you guys? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-4130010522048884837?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/4130010522048884837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=4130010522048884837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/4130010522048884837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/4130010522048884837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-cant-spend-out-lives-waiting-to-live.html' title='We can&apos;t spend out lives waiting to live...'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ULYSH_3DXHw/TXQQiqbhPiI/AAAAAAAABqc/O1r9-xAfrqQ/s72-c/005+-+Copy+%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5979178341137516785</id><published>2011-03-02T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:28:22.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss - Star Wars Style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today Dr. Seuss would be 107. Cartoonist Adam Watson recently drew these Seuss-inspired Star Wars characters…&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Obi-wan Kenobi and Darth Vader:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhgd7dsxhb1qdd6a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jabba the Hut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhgd0r5Y1O1qdd6a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yoda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhgd60XOcx1qdd6a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Han and Chewie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhgdh0FEsp1qdd6a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For more, see the source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://themightyadam.blogspot.com/2010/11/dr-seuss-does-star-wars.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://themightyadam.blogspot.com/2010/11/dr-seuss-does-star-wars.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-5979178341137516785?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/5979178341137516785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=5979178341137516785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5979178341137516785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5979178341137516785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-dr-seuss-star-wars-style.html' title='Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss - Star Wars Style!'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-1285297297606352687</id><published>2011-02-28T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:58:05.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Definition of Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh6dygu77H1qbis0zo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh6dygu77H1qbis0zo1_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"What is with the world’s fucking obsession with being perfect? &amp;nbsp;Talk perfect. Look perfect. Act perfect. There are all these people hiding behind cameras and glossy magazine articles and preaching that no one is perfect; everyone is beautiful inside and out and in their own way. &amp;nbsp;But take one look at the thin, blond model who is spitting these words through her whitened, braces-corrected teeth or the handsome, well groomed New York reporter typing away at his expensive Mac Computer and you know that this “perfectly imperfect” thing is bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Even from a young age you’re taught to be what society views as perfect. &amp;nbsp;You watch the same television shows and flip through the same fucking ads in the newspaper advertising diet pills and plastic surgeons and “Find Out How To Achieve The Perfect Oscar Winning Body.” You’re preprogrammed by the time that you’re ready to switch from Sesame Street to Hannah Montana to All My Children. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On the news they show you pictures of people just like yourself. &amp;nbsp;People with normal hair and bad skin and coffee stained teeth. &amp;nbsp;During commercial breaks you watch made up actresses with luscious hair living “normal” lives in ads for television shows and movies. &amp;nbsp;They’re the model Americans or Brits or Canadians or citizens of whatever place you reside in. &amp;nbsp;If they can be so perfect, so can you, right? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;All you need is a white picket fence and a good job and an attractive spouse and a nice car. &amp;nbsp;You would much rather live the lives in the commercials than the lives of those who appear in the evening news. &amp;nbsp;After all,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;people are merely average pawns to whom bad things happen and who themselves do bad things. &amp;nbsp;They are so boring, so far from perfect, the opposite of model citizens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We waste our lives away trying to achieve the looks of photoshopped faces and airbrushed abs. &amp;nbsp;While we’re busy doing this, we lose track of everything else. &amp;nbsp;We are blinded by perfection. &amp;nbsp;We are blinded from what our governments are doing. &amp;nbsp;They are creating beautiful, looks obsessed drones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Every single time you listen to the radio, flip on the television, or pass a billboard on the street you are being brainwashed. &amp;nbsp;Brainwashed into a perfection that doesn’t exist. &amp;nbsp;Brainwashed into being exactly the same as every other person who is striving to live up to the fucked up standards of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This shit has to stop."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- (from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dontfeedthehipsterz.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;http://dontfeedthehipsterz.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-1285297297606352687?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/1285297297606352687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=1285297297606352687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1285297297606352687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1285297297606352687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/definition-of-perfection.html' title='The Definition of Perfection'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7619767225348609293</id><published>2011-02-26T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T00:02:04.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I don't have a cool post title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;First of all, happy birthday George Harrison!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've been going to tennis conditioning all week and my legs hurt quite a lot from those lunges which we had to do back and forth across the gym six times. I've never done tennis before, but I thought I should do a sport, seeing as how colleges like to see you involved with your school, and yeah I'm in band and I'm trying out for section leader and symphonic and maybe drum major junior year but sometimes that's not enough. What? I'm a perfectionist. Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's not. Sure I did volleyball year 7 and year 8 but I wasn't too good at it. I'm also not interested in any sports, nor do I reckon that I'm good at &lt;i&gt;any &lt;/i&gt;really and no &lt;i&gt;way &lt;/i&gt;am I doing cheerleading, so tennis it is and &lt;i&gt;aren't run-on sentences fun?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The first day of conditioning was quite awkward, though pretty funny. I seriously contemplated on doing track, but after I going for a run one day and FAILING, I realized that track would kill me. Plus, the tennis girls seem more like my type of crowd. So anyway, there were several awkward moments. One was when we started talking about periods and boobs and exposing ourselves during the "introduce yourselves" part. Also, the moment awkward moment was when the coach asked me whether I was friends with ____________ (a certain guy whose name I will leave unmentioned, but earlier readers might be able to guess who). He then explained to me that he's friends with him on Facebook and saw pictures of me and him (homecoming probably, *cough cough*).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; I wonder if he saw the comments we left on each other's pages too, then?&lt;/span&gt; Anyways. I'm sure he knew that we were once more than &lt;i&gt;just friends &lt;/i&gt;in a sense. O.o Everyone (most people were either my friends, or friends on Facebook so they already knew, so I didn't mind) was like "*cough cough*". I didn't really know what to say, so I sort of mumbled and said, "Sure..." and let it die off. It was so awkward and I'm mad he put me on the spot like that. Same with when he picked me to lead stretched and pointed out how my body language showed that I was insecure about my serve, etc. I hate people who do that. People who point out that I'm shy. I really can't help it. I hate it sometimes. It's like, dude. The first time you talk to me or meet me I'm going to be awkward no matter what because I wouldn't know what to talk about. But once you hang around me a lot, I'll get more comfortable with talking around you and then sometimes I'll be so crazy and talkative you'll be like, "Woah." Still, most people think I'm quiet and innocent. It's the vibe that I give off. Different people perceive it differently. To some, I give off the innocent vibe and sometimes it's the "Get the f--k away from me" vibe. -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mid-winter break is almost over and I haven't really done anything productive. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mr. Sushi is full. *sob sob* So sad. :'( I need a bigger iPod. I think I'll start saving up for a 160 GB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Btw, finally made a last.fm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;http://last.fm/user/eccentrikchild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I can't wait for spring to get here. I can't do much photography in the wintertime here because it's so cold. And coldness I'm not too mad about. Coldness makes me want to stay inside. Plus I love the feeling of having a camera around me neck scouting for interesting things to take pictures of when it's nice and warm outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Accio spring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've been on a creativity block recently. I need something creative to do. I think I'll decorate my room. I want to make little paper cranes and hang them up everywhere in my room and cut out letter from magazines, make a quote with them and then stick them up on my ceiling. Or draw. I haven't done that in awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's 12:00AM and I'm blogging this. Insomniac much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tell me about your week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Signed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7619767225348609293?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7619767225348609293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7619767225348609293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7619767225348609293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7619767225348609293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-have-cool-post-title.html' title='I don&apos;t have a cool post title.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-1321088165911409801</id><published>2011-02-21T13:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T17:15:47.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Bemused Ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;It's finally mid-winter break, it's starting to feel like spring and I am so happy. Fourty degrees fahrenheit during this time of year is considered warm where I live. Plus, all the snow is melting and the sun is out. How awesome is that? It couldn't get much better... except the fact that I have no plans at all for mid-winter break. I've been at home babysitting Sophia and tumbling on Tumblr all day basically. I've discovered the fact that I have no life. 'tis very sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've decided that during this one week period in which I have no life, I'll catch up on literature, music and the arts. One reason I hate high school is because it leaves me barely any time for photography. Add the horrible bipolar weather that occurs where I live (It was super warm and sunny last week and suddenly we have like 4 inches of snow. Stupid bipolar weather. The coldness is totally discouraging. That's why I can't wait until spring. Spring and summer are the favourite seasons to take pictures. I love the feeling of walking around with Ron (to those new followers, Ron is my camera) around my neck searching for things to take pictures of. I've really gotten into portrait photography and really want to practice that more...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;As for music, RISE AGAINST'S NEW ALBUM ENDGAME IS COMING OUT MARCH 15TH! WHY IS THAT SO FAR AWAAAAAAY?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;*tee hee* Randomness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've been debating whether or not to join the tennis team or not. Conditioning starts this week and it was supposed to start today but because of the snow it was cancelled. Yesterday I decided not to go to conditioning because... I don't know. I was being lazy. But I think conditioning being canceled is God's way of making me re-think this and saying, "HEY, GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND DO SOMETHING."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;My parents have been getting on my nerves lately. Specifically, my dad. I wish I could drive so I could just get out of this house. I'd be the kind of person who drives around for hours aimlessly with music blasting from the windows. I need to take drivers ed and then next year I'll be able to get my license. Yeesh I need to get out of the house. TT_____TT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border: 0px none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-1321088165911409801?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/1321088165911409801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=1321088165911409801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1321088165911409801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1321088165911409801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-bemused-ramblings.html' title='Random Bemused Ramblings'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8435784388990024087</id><published>2011-02-12T20:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:32:00.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>away we go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; &lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/234539/player_v3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/234539/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Another mix I made on 8tracks. Take a listen and tell me what you think. Pause music player at the bottom. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #434343; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;When you're in need of getting away from it all, even if you can't physically, maybe these songs will let you get away mentally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #434343; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve tracks including music by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/mixes?q=Angels+%26+Airwaves" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #434343; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Search for mixes with Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves"&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Airwaves&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/mixes?q=Angus+%26+Julia+Stone" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #434343; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Search for mixes with Angus &amp;amp; Julia Stone"&gt;Angus &amp;amp; Julia Stone&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/mixes?q=Bloc+Party" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #434343; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Search for mixes with Bloc Party"&gt;Bloc Party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8435784388990024087?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8435784388990024087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8435784388990024087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8435784388990024087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8435784388990024087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/away-we-go.html' title='away we go.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7438418666490088827</id><published>2011-02-11T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:16:18.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>Happy 164th birthday, Thomas Edison!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7438418666490088827?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7438418666490088827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7438418666490088827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7438418666490088827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7438418666490088827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-164th-birthday-thomas-edison.html' title='Happy 164th birthday, Thomas Edison!'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8571780363336385002</id><published>2011-02-08T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:31:48.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Followers... THE TIME HAS COME.... I need your help and super intelligence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:i have no idea :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hahaha, I had to make the title sound dramatic. :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;First of all, happy 183th&amp;nbsp;birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/#q=Jules+Verne&amp;amp;ct=verne-hp&amp;amp;oi=ddle&amp;amp;fp=c5bf68319017377a"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Jules Verne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Second of all, at lunch today a group called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ozonehouse.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ozone House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; came to give us information about their program. It's a "safe, community-based, nonprofit agency that helps young people lead safe, healthy, and productive lives through intensive intervention and prevention services." They basically provide a safe place for kids who have family issues at home and have nowhere else to stay - mainly, "runaways", kids needing shelter, housing, family therapy. Kids ages 13-20 can drop in any time and they have a recording studio, games, free internet access, free meals, food, poetry slams, art, etc. You can stay up to 2&amp;nbsp;weeks at a time and they even bring you your homework. I've never been there before, but I just want to share this info. with you guys, just to bring attention to how amazing humans can be (when we're not being selfish and ignorant.) Unfortunately, I think it's only a program that's in &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;community, so I'm not sure if this exists anywhere else. Some people may think that it's just encouraging kids to run away, but really it's preventing kids from doing so and &lt;em&gt;helping &lt;/em&gt;kids who want to, or do. Teens and kids can also sign up to volunteer. I think that might be a fun thing to do. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's going to be a poetry contest and they are only accepting two people from my school and ten other people from my state or community. The twelve poets will then compete and the winner will receive some sort of national, (or if not national) widespread recognition or award or something. I don't know, I'm not very good at remembering stuff. (Short term memory loss!) I need you guys to help me. I've written quite a few poems, but I'm not sure which one to enter (or if I should write a new one.) So what I need you guys to do is to go to this link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;pick out some of my poems and tell me which one I should use.&lt;/strong&gt; :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/search/label/poetry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/search/label/poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and you can go here if you want to read some of my old poetry (super old, like 6th grade old), but if you see any that you think I should use, do tell me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allpoetry.com/poem/by/eccentrikchild"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;http://allpoetry.com/poem/by/eccentrikchild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And also, &lt;strong&gt;I'm trying to think of an idea for a short story, OR a book. Ideas&lt;/strong&gt;? :D ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;P.S. Did anyone else watch the SuperBowl? I was infuriated that the Steelers didn't win. &amp;gt;:( On the other hand, my favourite commericial was the Volkawagon commercial, "The Force". It had me crackin' uuuuup. &lt;strong&gt;What was your favourite SuperBowl commercial?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8571780363336385002?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8571780363336385002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8571780363336385002&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8571780363336385002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8571780363336385002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/followers-time-has-come-i-need-your.html' title='Followers... THE TIME HAS COME.... I need your help and super intelligence.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-585643883677225040</id><published>2011-02-07T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:30:07.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>High School Never Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So today, it has been brought to my attention that our class VP (vice president) has been arrested for smoking weed. Let's call him &lt;i&gt;P. &lt;/i&gt;Now, &lt;i&gt;P &lt;/i&gt;won the election for VP of the class of 2014. He's either 14 or 15. Now why was he elected, you ask, when he clearly does not set a good example for his student body president? &lt;i&gt;Because he's popular. &lt;/i&gt;Actually, that's why all of the student office councils were elected. Because they were more popular. Everyone who I voted for, who I thought actually &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;this position and care about it - did not win vs. the people who won because they're popular. Is that even fair? I'm not making this post because I ran for president, but didn't win. I was disappointed, but not angry, because I know I can always win next year. :) My friend, who was counting the votes, told me that it was close and that &lt;i&gt;Miss Popularity &lt;/i&gt;won only by 8 or 11 votes. About this, though - I don't think it's fair that he got arrested for weed and is still VP. In my opinion, he should be impeached and another election should be run, and my sister (well, really best friends, but more like a sister) Tori will definitely win, because I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;she will be an awesome VP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It got me thinking about how high school is one big popularity contest. That's all anything ever is in high school. When you vote for someone either for office or homecoming court, etc. And it makes me wonder if real life is the same way. If the big guys take what they can get because they're bigger and the little guys only get what's left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-585643883677225040?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/585643883677225040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=585643883677225040&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/585643883677225040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/585643883677225040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/high-school-never-ends.html' title='High School Never Ends'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-1709657397671059776</id><published>2011-02-03T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:15:31.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>You shall read this post right here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:bored, slightly hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TUsZXaEqd6I/AAAAAAAABoU/T9vwshNSNHU/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TUsZXaEqd6I/AAAAAAAABoU/T9vwshNSNHU/s400/103.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have to say, this week was the best week ever. We went to school Monday and Tuesday, then yesterday and today we had no school because of the snowstorm. I love it - though once I was home I realized that I have no life because I really didn't have anything to do except lay around and watch Netflix all day. I blame my dad. He got Netflix. It is awesome. Now, normally if it was spring or summer instead of lying around in the house all day I would have gone outside and taken pictures. Except, there's inches of snow covering the ground outside and where I live, winter is pretty freezing. So I took some indoor shots instead. Photos are up on my photoblog and my new official portfolio (see tabs at the top of blog).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is Friday, and it is also the week before Coming Home. We have a pep band tomorrow too, and I bet it's going to feel like Monday, because it feels like we've just had a weekend before a weekend with the days off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing interesting has been happening. Really. My life is horribly boring as of now. I just wanted to make a post to tell you guys to check out my new shots.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This post was incredibly random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;You shall click &lt;a href="http://pearlxiao.portfoliobox.net/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-1709657397671059776?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/1709657397671059776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=1709657397671059776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1709657397671059776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/1709657397671059776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-shall-read-this-post-right-here.html' title='You shall read this post right here.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TUsZXaEqd6I/AAAAAAAABoU/T9vwshNSNHU/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7966669293155245798</id><published>2011-01-28T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:52:17.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Thing About Family + Other Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So I just got back from pep band and it was super-de-duper fun. Okay, I'll admitt that our football and basketball teams are - &lt;em&gt;horrible, &lt;/em&gt;but our band's the best in the district, maybe one of the best in the state. These 120 band geeks are my family. We are crazy, unique and not afraid to be original. And the best thing is that we're not a stereotypical band. There are no "cliques" or "groups". We all hang outside of band, and different cliques bond together to form something more important&amp;nbsp;all the stupid drama in high school - pride for our school and our (awesome) band. We lost by 12 points. Even so, that's not the point. The point is that I had fun with my friends and band family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tomorrow I'm going skating with some of my besties.&lt;/strike&gt; Then after that, me, Tori and Skye are going to a college women's gymnastics meet. (My dad's the men's gymnastic coach of that said college.) It's going to be a fun day, and I need this weekend to just relax and have some &lt;em&gt;fun &lt;/em&gt;after a week of exams. I told myself that I wouldn't stess out about grades this semester and I'm not going to. It's not something I should stress about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Wintertime is great for nature photography, but not so much for portrait. It would be nice if I had a tripod. Maybe I'll save up for a tripod soon. I need to do more self-portraits and portraits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;There's still not much to talk about. That's it for now. Look forward to a poem or prose written by me soon! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7966669293155245798?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7966669293155245798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7966669293155245798&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7966669293155245798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7966669293155245798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/thing-about-family-other-things.html' title='The Thing About Family + Other Things'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8731882168638177048</id><published>2011-01-26T17:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:54:46.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>a promise made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfj9phSNYS1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" s5="true" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfj9phSNYS1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" width="395" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I haven't﻿ written a personal post in awhile, it seems. Actually, most the posts from last week and week have been queued and set to be published at&amp;nbsp;a certain time, so even though I couldn't post live, you guys would still be able to get posts that were pre-written by me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Still, nothing exciting has been happening to me. &lt;em&gt;Nothing at all. &lt;/em&gt;I did well on my midterms, and I think I ended the semester with a 3.95, which is still really good, but I was aiming for a 4.0.&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;I will do&amp;nbsp;my best to get a 4.0 on my last semester.&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;It doesn't help that the&amp;nbsp;school computer system is messed up, so I can't even go&amp;nbsp;onto PowerSchool and see&amp;nbsp;what my grade is, because it's probably not&amp;nbsp;correct.&amp;nbsp;It's not pressure. It's just that... &lt;em&gt;the best &lt;/em&gt;is no longer the best. So I have to try my ultimate best to be the top of my class. I already have a 117% in Geometry because I&amp;nbsp;got&amp;nbsp;extra credit for turning my homework in early for the whole week. That one&amp;nbsp;A- in science last semester in quarter&amp;nbsp;one&amp;nbsp;brought me down.&amp;nbsp;But I'm going to try not to stress out so much on my grades. What difference does .05 of a point make? Besides, I'm going to be taking AP classes throughout my high school years too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I have a question though, for you guys who are already in high school: Do you have a new GPA every new year, or does it average out after your freshman year? Because I've heard that it's pretty hard to&amp;nbsp;get it up after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;freshman year. Why is that? O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Currently, I've been obsessed with the show The Secret Life of the American Teenager. I'm watching it right now on Netflix and it's so addicting. (Just thought I'd throw that out there.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, and tomorrow is my mom's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yep, not much else happenin'. What have you guys been up to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8731882168638177048?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8731882168638177048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8731882168638177048&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8731882168638177048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8731882168638177048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/promise-made.html' title='a promise made.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-1736473567922588404</id><published>2011-01-21T17:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:02:00.625-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>The Star Wars Kids Alphabet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;img _mce_src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekhxo1EJ31qe0959.jpg" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lekhxo1EJ31qe0959.jpg" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals, &lt;b&gt;no I am not&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;will pass my midterm and finals&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will pass my midterm and finals, &lt;i&gt;ohgodohgodohgod&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohgodohgodohgod&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohgodohgodohgod...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-6523687421607853731?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/6523687421607853731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=6523687421607853731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6523687421607853731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6523687421607853731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-will-vs-i-wont.html' title='I WILL vs. I WON&apos;T'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-2332216458059953087</id><published>2011-01-15T19:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:35:37.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>and so she flies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;She dances circles around the stars. Fire is an ember that burns inside of her. With shards of broken wings she flies with, southward - &lt;i&gt;onward, onward, &lt;/i&gt;towards the sun, her home she flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Past purple clouds of lullaby she flies through. Until she has no more energy left. Then she hides her wings in the moonlight and makes her way through the woods, where the pieces of her soul are quietly sheltered in a little glass jar. Whispering to the forlorn Sycamore trees, she tells them her secrets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;It is dark there and cold. She trods barefoot through the dirt. Soft earth meeting her feet like a home. It is dark there, but something glows. Silver and glitter in the distance. Far beyond the horizon - faint jingling of bells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;And then she feels her wings spread. &lt;i&gt;And so she flies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-2332216458059953087?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/2332216458059953087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=2332216458059953087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2332216458059953087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2332216458059953087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-so-she-flies.html' title='and so she flies.'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-4782856997548503177</id><published>2011-01-11T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:36:01.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TSuOZjuMUsI/AAAAAAAABnM/sbjAEoS_NwM/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TSuOZjuMUsI/AAAAAAAABnM/sbjAEoS_NwM/s400/021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;She fears not of falling asleep, but of the nightmare that is still there when she opens her eyes. Reality is all she has known in her dusty little corner. No colour or rainbows. She has never held a doll in her hands or had a beautiful dress in which she danced in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Voices are what commands her. They beckon to her, telling her to do things. Things that she does not want to do. But she cannot refuse, because if she does she will surely die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;She once had dreams. Stolen dreams that are now but distant memories. She wanted to be a ballerina, she remembers. One that is like a swan, so beautiful and graceful. Now she only dreams of escaping the hellhole she knows as home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Bags. Bags of what little belongings she has left. She fills them with pieces of her - broken pieces, and then lifts the window latch until she is no longer dreaming, walking towards the direction that will lead her away from her nightmare, until she finds her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-4782856997548503177?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/4782856997548503177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=4782856997548503177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/4782856997548503177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/4782856997548503177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TSuOZjuMUsI/AAAAAAAABnM/sbjAEoS_NwM/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-3225283151901073159</id><published>2011-01-08T15:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:36:20.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>The Truth About Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TSfvUSQZIMI/AAAAAAAABnE/ZlDwQlpaFvU/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TSfvUSQZIMI/AAAAAAAABnE/ZlDwQlpaFvU/s400/020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(please follow my &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pearlxiaophotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;photography blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;?) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Purple and blue, they cover his skin in splotchy, broken patches. Hands that seem old and withered for someone so young. He should not feel this deep piercing in his lungs. He should not have to cower behind the door, hiding his face, his eyes constantly falling to the floor in the man’s presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Tall, dark, a ferocity and evil in the man’s eyes that he didn’t recognise or conceive of, but knew all too well because he’s had to live with it all his life. Breath that smelled of smoke and alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;His innocence was lost at such a young age. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see that one picture - burned into his mind like hot iron. Every time he closed his eyes, he relived that horrible, atrocious moment. That single act of monstrosity that now lurked inside his every glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-3225283151901073159?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/3225283151901073159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=3225283151901073159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3225283151901073159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/3225283151901073159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/mood-inspired-purple-and-blue-they.html' title='The Truth About Innocence'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TSfvUSQZIMI/AAAAAAAABnE/ZlDwQlpaFvU/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-6206574897176726930</id><published>2011-01-04T17:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:02:30.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Abnormality of Normalcy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:blarrgh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs766.ash1/165762_188234091186979_100000011689304_685028_1294179_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs766.ash1/165762_188234091186979_100000011689304_685028_1294179_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[Just a random picture of a chocolate frog, because chocolate frogs are wicked.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have blogged about this before in some previous posts, but I'm going to talk about it again, just to vent and I need you guys to help me with this, okay? Okay. Here's the thing: I have come to the conclusion that I am - slightly, &lt;i&gt;slightly &lt;/i&gt;introverted. Or rather, shy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why, I don't know. Thing is, around my friends or people who I'm used to, I am not shy at all. Rather, I am quite the talkative person. But people who ask me, "Why are you so quiet?" or say to me, "You never talk," are usually the people who I won't &lt;i&gt;ever &lt;/i&gt;be talkative around or talk to because those are the people who make me uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't talk to you either because 1) &lt;u&gt;I DO NOT LIKE YOU,&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;2) I don't know you that well; therefore, I'm not comfortable around you yet, or 3) The most likely reason, I don't know what to say to you when you are talking, seeing as how I'm a horrible conversationalist. I really am. Sometimes someone would say something to me, to try to talk to me and I would just find myself just nodding slowly, comprehending what they said with a look on my face that reads, "Mhmm....yeahh, good for you," because I don't know what else to talk about with them. I don't know what to talk about to a person who I don't hang around, who I don't know if I have anything in common with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Some of my friends admitted that when they first met me, I would just not talk, but they didn't prod me like some people and question why. They talked more and more to me and got to know me. And some of them are the best, closest, and amazing people who I've ever met. And I love them for breaking down my wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Funny thing is, all of my friends are LOUD and crazy (I'll admit the crazy part - I love being crazy.) They broke me out of my shell, and still are. I just guess two shy people are hard to become friends with if they're both shy. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With my friends, I can never run out of things to talk about. We talk about nothing and everything; the most randomest things that pop into our minds. With others, I don't know, I just can't do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I guess I just suck at making conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Help me, you guys? Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-6206574897176726930?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/6206574897176726930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=6206574897176726930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6206574897176726930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/6206574897176726930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/abnormality-of-normalcy.html' title='The Abnormality of Normalcy'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5374429670320125824</id><published>2011-01-03T17:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:02:39.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Who You Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_ledlozGqRG1qfn9ofo1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1294182049&amp;amp;Signature=FsOIZsIs4SXpdDiNwOBzgnByOQA%3D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" n4="true" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_ledlozGqRG1qfn9ofo1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1294182049&amp;amp;Signature=FsOIZsIs4SXpdDiNwOBzgnByOQA%3D" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After a day full of getting compliments on my new hair, before 6th hour a friend said to me bluntly, “I don’t like it. It’s not you.” Now, mind you, she is a very honest and blunt person. Extreme. She either likes you or hates you, she either likes something or hates something. (But that’s why I love her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But afterwards, I thought about what she said. Not &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? How does she know what’s me and what’s not when&lt;em&gt; I’m&lt;/em&gt; still discovering who I am as a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you is not defined by what you wear or how you look. Who you are is constantly changing. Who you are is defined by the choices you make each day and your interests, by doing what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So leave a comment below that would describe you in a single sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/35/F1C56CE63B0C7BBF26DC26E16902E654.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-5374429670320125824?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/5374429670320125824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=5374429670320125824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5374429670320125824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5374429670320125824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-you-are.html' title='Who You Are'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-7968326968455119343</id><published>2011-01-02T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:49:09.535-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tumblr and How It Ruined the Concept of Blogging (and other some stuff irrelevant to anything)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:not sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And admittedly, I have one. What I don't get, though,&amp;nbsp;is how reblogging other people's photos&amp;nbsp;and posting photos of yourself up can be considered blogging. There are exceptions of course. Traditional bloggers do that, and more: they &lt;em&gt;talk &lt;/em&gt;about music if they have a music blog, they talk about their own life, their interests and etc. But when people are just getting tumblrs because it's the new "thing", and then just go on there and reblog other people's photos and be all like, "Hey! I'm a blogger. Check me out", I don't know why... it just frustrates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;People frustrate me. Specifically people who do things just because other people are doing it, or because something is "in" and "cool" and they have to do that or have one too because they want to be cool. They may not even realise that they're doing that, but, I don't know - people who go with pop culture and what's currently "in" just bothers me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Why not do something else for once? Be unique? Stand out from all the clones in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be yourself &lt;/strong&gt;and do what &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;----------&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;other stuff irrelevant to anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-----x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Today is the last day before we go back to school. School. I think I hate that word. I hate how it sounds. I hate having the feeling of going back and worry about the pressure of keeping my grades at a perfect 4.0, homework, midterms and people who I don't like. Now starting tomorrow, it will be back to waking up everyday at 6:00am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I told myself that I was going to take advantage of going to sleep early, because with so much homework, I always end of going to bed at 11ish. It's absurd that my teachers give us &lt;i&gt;so much homework&lt;/i&gt;. The stress mainly comes from history where our teacher gives us packets and packets of homework each week full of stuff that she doesn't even go over. See, if she actually &lt;i&gt;taught&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the stuff to us then we wouldn't need to have so much homework. That's the problem. &lt;i&gt;She doesn't &lt;/i&gt;teach &lt;i&gt;us stuff. &lt;/i&gt;She just gives us work, tell us what we already know, and expects us to finish it. It's neck-breaking.&amp;nbsp;Add geometry homework. Yeah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But it's a new year and I am going to remain positive. Try not to stress out and worry about every tiny thing. Especially grades. &lt;i&gt;Mainly &lt;/i&gt;grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I've got friends to look forward to and band. ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'll admit that high school is actually pretty fun. The most fun I've had since elementary school. Just minus the homework and it'll be amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-7968326968455119343?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/7968326968455119343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=7968326968455119343&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7968326968455119343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/7968326968455119343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2011/01/tumblr-and-how-it-ruined-concept-of.html' title='Tumblr and How It Ruined the Concept of Blogging (and other some stuff irrelevant to anything)'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-2809275888678968853</id><published>2011-01-01T00:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:36:15.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='to do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>2011 New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:gleeful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TR-jPyeVKpI/AAAAAAAABlo/TLr--9zZKVs/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TR-jPyeVKpI/AAAAAAAABlo/TLr--9zZKVs/s400/092.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last Year's Resolution:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Finish writing my novel, &lt;u&gt;Hope Is the Thing With Feathers&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Be more social&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;(well, as social as I can get;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Be more kind and courteous toward others&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be more selfless&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Put others before oneself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Learn at least 10 new things&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be a better daughter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;sister, and &lt;s&gt;friend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;"To thine own self be true." - Shakespeare&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;(This, I can say, was the highlight of this year. I would strike it through three times if I could!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Less talking, more doing&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Less procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be more active and less lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As you can see, I haven't completed the list... oh, how surprising! (Sense my sarcasm here, folks?) For #1, I started writing that in the 5th grade... and the reason why it's still not finished may be for a number of reasons: if the plot made any sense and were any good, it would probably be finished by now - it's not. (Every time I try to go back and finish it, I have to redo everything and I finally realized that the plot is crap. I wrote it in 5th grade and though it made complete sense back then, it doesn't now,; high school &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;sucks a lot of energy out of you. With so much homework, I barely have time to finish all of my homework and go to bed at 10:40. I barely have time to read anymore... yes, it's sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Numbers 4, 5, and 7... I guess it depends on how you perceive it. Others may perceive that I've always been kind towards others, or selfless, and some not. To me, I know I have been less kind since elementary school. Since then, I've been tired of constantly having to be nice to everyone, and &lt;i&gt;too &lt;/i&gt;nice. So to some people today, they may still perceive me as being really nice (which, I am, most of the time), but if you're mean or I don't like you, I'm not going to sit down and be nice to to you. That's just fake and I pride myself on being practical and down to earth. To me - I haven't been a better daughter or sister, or put myself before others. &lt;i&gt;I know I haven't&lt;/i&gt;. I can be a selfish person and I hate that. I really do. I think we all are selfish people, but some people have a better way of hiding it. To others, I may seem selfish, but sometimes I just feel horrible, because I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;I can help out more around the house and be a better sister and daughter. I'm going to change that. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The last two numbers on the list: self-explanatory. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-------x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My 2011 New Year's Resolution&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Continue to get straight A's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Help out more around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be a better sister, and daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be less selfish/put others before oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Take risks and have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Try to procrastinate less (...just &lt;i&gt;try.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Exercise more, be more active and less lazy! (At least try, Candy.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Strive to be the best person that you can be. (and that covers all the fields.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Learn how to cook... (I know a few things, but....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;May this year bring lots of laughter, smiles, and joy to you and your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Signed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-2809275888678968853?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/2809275888678968853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=2809275888678968853&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2809275888678968853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2809275888678968853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2010/01/2011-new-years-resolution.html' title='2011 New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TR-jPyeVKpI/AAAAAAAABlo/TLr--9zZKVs/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8774891417593709393</id><published>2010-12-29T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:57:50.423-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>My Top 10 Albums of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:quite happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Selfish Machines &lt;/b&gt;- Pierce the Veil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TB673aPPyE6dQM:http://http://cwgmagazine.com/wp-content/themes/transcript/timthumb.php?src=http://cwgmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Selfish_Machines-320x320.jpg&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;h=%27&amp;amp;zc=0&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:TB673aPPyE6dQM:http://http://cwgmagazine.com/wp-content/themes/transcript/timthumb.php?src=http://cwgmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Selfish_Machines-320x320.jpg&amp;amp;w=300&amp;amp;h=%27&amp;amp;zc=0&amp;amp;t=1" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Is Love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- Never Shout Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61Xmi0ZUIsL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61Xmi0ZUIsL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Revolver &lt;/b&gt;- The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.waitmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/beatles-revolver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.waitmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/beatles-revolver.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Blink 182 &lt;/b&gt;- Blink 182&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrV1gbO9c5Y/SczAnVM03LI/AAAAAAAAARw/m6RgJvky65I/s320/82821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrV1gbO9c5Y/SczAnVM03LI/AAAAAAAAARw/m6RgJvky65I/s200/82821.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Favorite Worst Nightmares &lt;/b&gt;- Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://passionweiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/fwn_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="182" src="http://passionweiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/fwn_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Down the Way&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- Angus &amp;amp; Julia Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/wp-content/media/2010/03/Angus-and-Julia-Stone-Down-The-Way.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.thelineofbestfit.com/wp-content/media/2010/03/Angus-and-Julia-Stone-Down-The-Way.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Our Endless Numbered Days &lt;/b&gt;- Iron &amp;amp; Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sleevage.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/iron_and_wine_our_endless_numbered_days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://sleevage.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/iron_and_wine_our_endless_numbered_days.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Songs for Young Lovers/Swing Easy &lt;/b&gt;- Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/f/frank-sinatra/album-songs-for-young-loversswing-easy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.uulyrics.com/cover/f/frank-sinatra/album-songs-for-young-loversswing-easy.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Lungs &lt;/b&gt;- Florence and the Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/612HRBjzpmL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/612HRBjzpmL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-8774891417593709393?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8774891417593709393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8774891417593709393&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8774891417593709393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8774891417593709393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-top-10-albums-of-2010.html' title='My Top 10 Albums of 2010'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WrV1gbO9c5Y/SczAnVM03LI/AAAAAAAAARw/m6RgJvky65I/s72-c/82821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-8237682129252482706</id><published>2010-12-28T15:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:37:48.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>Greetings - from all around the world! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;So this post is a bit late, but it'll do. :] These are all my friends (two that I do know in real life, but mostly awesome people who I've met over the internet and have become friends with) that I sent my greeting cards to. Uhmm... yup! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRE7oH7Fd8I/AAAAAAAABi8/uPSu2WHe6WI/s1600/meagan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRE7oH7Fd8I/AAAAAAAABi8/uPSu2WHe6WI/s400/meagan.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Oklahoma:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Dear Meaganmuffin,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;I miss you so much! It seems like yesterday that I left Norman and came here. I'm so glad that we've kept in touch through all of the years. You will always remain one of my best friends, no matter what. :) I trust you had a great Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRKlYAiJ5SI/AAAAAAAABjE/_e54l1CSHuM/s1600/bernice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRKlYAiJ5SI/AAAAAAAABjE/_e54l1CSHuM/s400/bernice.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRKlY2jdZUI/AAAAAAAABjI/dMphqk46oRA/s1600/bernice2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRKlY2jdZUI/AAAAAAAABjI/dMphqk46oRA/s400/bernice2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Nevada:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Dearest Bernie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Somewhere between the years that we started chatting again on Facebook and such, we've become really close. We didn't really talk much in 5th grade - we were both super quiet ^^". But I'm so lucky to have a friend like you! You are epically awesome and Azn ;) and you really give amazing advice. And you're a great listener. Basically, you're just pretty wicked brilliant. I miss you a great deal and you should come visit again! Beware that I will attack you with hugs, though I know you've told me you're not a hugger, but still. xD Haha, I hope you had an awesome Christmas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRE7pktXMlI/AAAAAAAABjA/7YmKJBhpCx0/s1600/adriana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRE7pktXMlI/AAAAAAAABjA/7YmKJBhpCx0/s400/adriana.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Texas:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://www.photosbyadriana.tumblr.com/"&gt;Adriana&lt;/a&gt;/indie-music and vintage buddeh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Thing is, I know that if we actually knew each other in real life, we'd be best friends. We have so many things in common! I met you during my very first year of blogging, while stumbling upon your own blog. You inspire me with your amazing portrait photography and you're a super cool person too, with a unique and spunky peronality. ^.^&amp;nbsp;May the force be with you, my fellow Jedi Knight.&amp;nbsp;xD Hope you had an awesome Christmas!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRoqMeoZHRI/AAAAAAAABjw/R8hLilJ9Mi0/s1600/hannah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRoqMeoZHRI/AAAAAAAABjw/R8hLilJ9Mi0/s400/hannah.jpg" width="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Washington:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://hannahgirl.com/"&gt;Hannah&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;You have become so many things to me over the year. Even though I don't know you in real life, I know if I did, I would consider you to be the older sister I never had. :) I am so honoured to say that you really taught me all I know about photography. You're simply amazing. And you're a great friend, too! You inspire and motivate me. I trust you had an amazing Christmas! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs058.ash2/36287_1640175936300_1593844799_1437356_6816074_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs058.ash2/36287_1640175936300_1593844799_1437356_6816074_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;From NSW, Australia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://www.r05a.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rosa&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New',Courier,monospace;"&gt;You were one of my first followers and 'followees' when I first started blogging. You are amazing at photography - digital and film and I think you were one of the few people who really got me into photography. And of course, I always have to mention that I'm super jealous of your wicked brilliant art skills. Like, seriously. :D Oh yeah, and the fact that you're Australian and have an Australian accent makes you 10x cooler. I hope we'll get to know each other more through the new year. ^.^ I hope you had a great Christmas! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legw4pCyxL1qet8i6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" n4="true" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legw4pCyxL1qet8i6o1_500.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;From Indiana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://www.fabulousflights.tumblr.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;I remember when I came across your Tumblr, I was like "&lt;i&gt;ohmygosh&lt;/i&gt; this girl is a teen too and she likes Frank Sinatra like me (maybe even more); we should just be best friends &lt;i&gt;right now.&lt;/i&gt;" I think if we actually knew each other in real life, we would be awesome friends. We would talk about how fabulous Frank Sinatra is 24/7. Thanks for giving me tips on the Frank Sinatra albums, movies and&amp;nbsp;swing music when I was getting ready to buy my very first FS albums and being excited about talking to me about anything Frank. But enough about Frank for now. You seem like a super cool person, though I don't exactly &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; you, but I am so honoured to say that you are one of my closest internet friends. ^.^ I hope you had a awesome Christmas and New Year. Keep swingin'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;[Not picture: &lt;a href="http://www.dallasvalleyphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alexa&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Arizona&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Dear Alexa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;Even though your dog ate your 8GB memory card (on noez! Bad doggy! ;p hahaha), I thought I would drive a lil' thing to you anyways. Hmm... where do I begin? Honestly, you were the very first person who really inspired me to do photography. I remember stumbling upon your photography blog one day and saying, "Wow. She's the same age as me and her photography is &lt;i&gt;amazing! &lt;/i&gt;I want to do photography too!" I remember commenting on all your photos saying, "I'm so jealous of your photo-taking skills!" Honestly, I still am... but just a lil' bit. ;) You are definitely one of my best internet friends. And you really awesome, funny&amp;nbsp;and have a unique personality! I hope you had an awesome Christmas! Don't ever stop shooting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4734459116124943337-8237682129252482706?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/8237682129252482706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=8237682129252482706&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8237682129252482706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/8237682129252482706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2010/12/greetings-from-all-around-world.html' title='Greetings - from all around the world! :)'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRE7oH7Fd8I/AAAAAAAABi8/uPSu2WHe6WI/s72-c/meagan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-5636834898763014451</id><published>2010-12-27T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:51:00.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>Doodling in Math Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Watch these if you're bored and have nothing better to do... which, obviously, if you're here on my blog, reading this post, means that you are, and you don't. So click the play button! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*And, like always, don't forget to pause the music player at the bottom of my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DK5Z709J2eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/DK5Z709J2eo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e4MSN6IImpI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/e4MSN6IImpI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/heKK95DAKms?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/heKK95DAKms?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CfJzrmS9UfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/CfJzrmS9UfY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yhlv5Aeuo_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/Yhlv5Aeuo_k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vi Hart is a mathemusician currently living on Long Island, NY. To learn more about her and the creative stuff that she does, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vihart.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-5636834898763014451?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/5636834898763014451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=5636834898763014451&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5636834898763014451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/5636834898763014451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2010/12/doodling-in-math-class.html' title='Doodling in Math Class'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-2736946385620422590</id><published>2010-12-25T14:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T15:33:04.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Have a holly, jolly Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRPybKaidQI/AAAAAAAABjs/sj3oPsLbEZg/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRPybKaidQI/AAAAAAAABjs/sj3oPsLbEZg/s400/009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 29px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Love to all my followers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I love you all!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas! I hope you have a magical one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now tell me, what did Santa bring you? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-2736946385620422590?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/2736946385620422590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=2736946385620422590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2736946385620422590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2736946385620422590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-holly-jolly-christmas.html' title='Have a holly, jolly Christmas!'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laVijb7zLYY/TRPybKaidQI/AAAAAAAABjs/sj3oPsLbEZg/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-2320808967759699195</id><published>2010-12-23T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T13:20:06.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc.'/><title type='text'>sailing away in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;New mix I made on &lt;a href="http://www.8tracks.com/eccentrikchild"&gt;8tracks&lt;/a&gt;. My second one, actually. I meant to post my first mix but I never got around to it. ^.^ Take a listen? :) Just pause the music player at the bottom of the blog first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/202570/player_v3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/202570/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #434343; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;When you feel like closing your eyes and floating away from the rest of the world...&lt;br /&gt;Ten tracks including music by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/mixes?q=Angus+%26+Julia+Stone" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #434343; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Search for mixes with Angus &amp;amp; Julia Stone"&gt;Angus &amp;amp; Julia Stone&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/mixes?q=Bon+Iver" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #434343; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Search for mixes with Bon Iver"&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://8tracks.com/mixes?q=Fanfarlo" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #434343; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" title="Search for mixes with Fanfarlo"&gt;Fanfarlo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-2320808967759699195?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/2320808967759699195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734459116124943337&amp;postID=2320808967759699195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2320808967759699195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734459116124943337/posts/default/2320808967759699195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/2010/12/sailing-away-in-sun.html' title='sailing away in the sun'/><author><name>Candy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01773662895555098023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6F-yc5nEZNo/TvvI0NRCLxI/AAAAAAAACG4/AQ3U2lLIZtQ/s220/IMG_1794.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734459116124943337.post-4100094192419518983</id><published>2010-12-22T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:33:37.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>10 Songs to Soothe a Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mood&lt;/u&gt;:content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I adore girls with guitars. There’s something very empowered about them. This is a list about getting over a guy. I dug through my records to assemble a bunch of tunes featuring girl singers addressing that guy who just made out with your best friend, that guy who just up and left you (and said it was Him, not You), that guy who tore your heart out and drove off in your car. Download the list, get a nice bottle of wine (if you’re of age!), and it will all look better by morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’m All Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Madeleine Peyroux&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love this song. It’s about the things we do to convince ourselves that we’re going to survive the breakup, like try and remember all the annoying things about the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’ve Been Loving You Too Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Cat Powers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A classic “What am I doing with this guy?” song sung by an indie torch singer…beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Girl in a Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Kim Richie&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A song about packing up the car and leaving and how bad that feels. I discovered Kim Richie recently and I listened to this song ten times in a row.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wake Up Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Somewhere Down The Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Feist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This song, from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The Hottest State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;soundtrack, is about looking back at a relationship, remembering how truly awful you were together, but somehow still missing that guy. Leslie Feist is exquisite. Tissues required.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I Changed the Lock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;s” by Lucinda Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lucinda is the queen of “cheatin’and hurtin’” songs. This is one of my faves. I think she means it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Something Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Nancy Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Another classic “Gee, I wish I hadn’t said that, now he knows how I feel” songs. Nancy does it best. They always have this on the jukebox in bars where girls go to drown their sorrows. Make sure you check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Walk a Mile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Holly Go-Lightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I always like to pair Something Stupid with this one. Holly is fantastic. She’s British, cheeky, and she has a great attitude. I discovered her while digging through Jack White’s stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Talk of the Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Kate Walsh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Kate Walsh has the prettiest voice. This song is about a girl who’s left holding the bag in a small town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bonfires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;” by Ricki Lee Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Ricki wrote this song to help her get over someone who broke her heart. 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Be sure to pause the player at the bottom of the page! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://8tracks.com/mixes/201748/player_v3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://8tracks.com/mixes/201748/player_v3" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Article by Rick Nauert PHD, in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/news/2010/12/21/music-fires-up-emotions-in-the-brain/22034.html"&gt;PsychCentral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/news/2010/12/21/music-fires-up-emotions-in-the-brain/22034.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;In a new study using brain imaging, researchers have identified how key aspects of musical performance cause emotion-related brain activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Edward Large, Ph.D., the study’s principal investigator, and Heather Chapin, Ph.D., the lead author, believe that their study pinpoints how musical performances charge up the brain’s emotional centers, and said that their technique will lead to new ways of studying responses to music and other emotional stimuli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The researchers first recorded an expert musician’s performance of Frédéric Chopin’s Étude in E-Major, Op. 10, No. 3 on a computerized piano (the “expressive” performance), then they synthesized a version of the same piece using a computer, without the human performance nuances (the “mechanical” performance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both versions had the same musical elements — melody, harmony, rhythm, average tempo and loudness — and both were recorded on the same piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But only the expressive performance included dynamic changes in tempo and loudness, the performance variations that pianists use to evoke emotional responses. In the listening study, Large and Chapin used participants with an affinity for music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;They combined behavioral analysis with fMRI neuroimaging, a specialized MRI scan which measures change in blood flow related to neural activity in the brain, as participants listened to both performances. The listening study was conducted in three parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First, participants reported their emotional responses in real-time using specialized computer software. Immediately after providing their emotion ratings, they were placed in the fMRI and instructed to lie motionless in the scanner with their eyes closed and asked to listen to both versions of the music without reporting their emotional response. Immediately following the fMRI, they performed the emotion rating assignment again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“We deliberately implemented these three steps in our study to ensure the consistency of the emotions our participants reported in the behavioral study with the results of the fMRI,” said Large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The fMRI served as a critical tool to examine which areas of the brain “lit up” in response to the music. The analysis of brain activity compared responses to the expressive performance with responses to the mechanical performance, and responses of experienced listeners with those of inexperienced listeners. It also compared the tempo changes of the performance to the brain activations of listeners in real-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The results from this study have confirmed the hypothesis that the human touch of an expressive performance by a skilled pianist evokes emotion and reward-related neural activity. Furthermore, musically experienced listeners were found to have increased activity in the emotion and reward centers of the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Our experienced listeners were not professional musicians, but did have experiences performing music, such as singing in a choir or playing in a band,” said Large.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“The fMRI data suggests that experienced listeners get a greater charge out of the music, although we can’t say from this data whether the increased neural activation is due to their experience or whether these individuals seek out musical experiences because they derive greater pleasure from music.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perhaps most interestingly, the results also revealed neural activity that followed performance nuances in real-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;These activations occurred in the motor networks of the brain that are thought to be responsible for following the beat of the music and in the brain’s mirror neuron system. The human mirror neuron system appears to play a fundamental role in both understanding and imitating action. This system is “fired up” when someone observes an action they can do being performed by someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;“It had previously been theorized that the mirror neuron system provides a mechanism through which listeners feel the performer’s emotion, making musical communication a form of empathy,” said Large. “Our results tend to support that hypothesis.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The study is published in the journal PLoS One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/43/A64EA549CDCD7E02B13244BE074D1AA3.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734459116124943337-4214365588178865135?l=misscandychan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscandychan.blogspot.com/feeds/4214365588178865135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=473445911612494333
