<?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-1946743342404958944</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:26:50.371-07:00</updated><category term='B minor chord barred.'/><title type='text'>The Crooked Accordian</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-6399810526899199931</id><published>2010-01-02T12:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:47:08.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crooked Accordian has moved!</title><content type='html'>So, I have loved Blogspot for a year now, but I've had some difficulties. Time for bigger and better things. This is my announcement that my personal blog has moved to TUMBLR. It still has the same mission just to write down what I'm feeling and all that jazz. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is leading to ANOTHER announcement. Along with my personal blog being on TUMBLR, I now have an inspiration board/photography/music/artistic blog there as well! I've wanted to start this for a while now, and new years brings new opportunities! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to a wonderful year of blogging, and to another one yet to come! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LINKS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.taylorstyled.tumblr.com (artistic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.thecrookedaccordian.tumblr.com (personal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can manage them more effectively as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers, Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-6399810526899199931?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/6399810526899199931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2010/01/crooked-accordian-has-moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6399810526899199931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6399810526899199931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2010/01/crooked-accordian-has-moved.html' title='The Crooked Accordian has moved!'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4441020065329639760</id><published>2009-12-31T12:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:30:21.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in a year's work.</title><content type='html'>As of yet, it has been a full year since this blog has taken off. The blog has become more of a library to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;catalogue&lt;/span&gt; my many rants. But what can I say, I feel most inspired to write when angry, and that isn't the majority of living; I like my fair share of laughter. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we usher in the new year with a glass of champagne and gaudy noise-makers, 2009 is a thing of the past. Here is to the next set of resolutions as they guide us through twenty ten: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get organized. This may top a list somewhere as common, but for me it is not. It takes a weekend's effort to clean my room! So let's start small with school notebooks, and work onto the bigger things, yes? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop using text messaging as a primary source of communication. I'm not throwing it away-- but whatever happened to proper punctuation, full sentences, and full word usage (not just abbreviations or acronyms). Let's improve out writing skills, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wear more red lipstick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ride the tallest roller coaster.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sing louder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun is always in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2009, it was a good one. You ran by in a flash. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2010? I'll see you soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love always, taylor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-4441020065329639760?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4441020065329639760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-in-years-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4441020065329639760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4441020065329639760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-in-years-work.html' title='All in a year&apos;s work.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-3340252320131070500</id><published>2009-12-27T21:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:53:21.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've get this feeling.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that feeling when your heart starts racing in a bad way, and you feel like it might just rip out of your body from frustration or anger? Along with that, it feels like everyone is talking at once, and everything is just one big jumbled mess? Then you really need to walk away and take a breather before you bite someone's head off? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, it sucks-- and that's what today felt like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to get out of "Family vacation" mode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-3340252320131070500?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/3340252320131070500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-get-this-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/3340252320131070500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/3340252320131070500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-get-this-feeling.html' title='I&apos;ve get this feeling.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-836006592548466059</id><published>2009-10-08T16:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:59:02.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To bend time.</title><content type='html'>That would be my super power of choice. This week would definitely not feel as long as it has been. Not that It has been bad, mind you (Chorale never gets old, I made Counties, and Dance has been such a joy as of late), just unbearably long. It is just a hop, skip, and jump away from Friday, and I'm crashing at 8PM. Life isn't bad at the moment. I'm savoring the best. Goodnight world, sweet dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-836006592548466059?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/836006592548466059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-bend-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/836006592548466059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/836006592548466059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-bend-time.html' title='To bend time.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2348453293207834198</id><published>2009-10-07T15:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:55:15.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Know What You Are Thinking:</title><content type='html'>"Well, Taylor, County Choir is easier to get into probably. Fewer People are trying out." Well, invisible person that I am having this conversation with, YOU cannot burst my bubble today. I found out that even after a few mishaps at my audition for County Choir, I still got in with a pretty reasonable score. And it wasn't just me. All of my friends made it too. Now, as our school is hosting the event, we can dominate. Just thought I would let you know. I am so happy for everyone, congrats to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2348453293207834198?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2348453293207834198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-i-know-what-you-are-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2348453293207834198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2348453293207834198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-i-know-what-you-are-thinking.html' title='Now I Know What You Are Thinking:'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-446501484248844951</id><published>2009-10-04T15:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:45:55.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was chatting with a very nice old lady this morning when abruptly she continued on to crush any notion of a dream that I might have had considering music as a career. She ended the conversation by telling me that if I wasn't planning to become a teacher, that there was simply no way to make it. Well, I hate school age children, so thanks a lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just love when that happens. Now I don't know what to think, and right now I feel a bit disheartened. I really don't think that was necessary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-446501484248844951?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/446501484248844951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-chatting-with-very-nice-old-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/446501484248844951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/446501484248844951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-chatting-with-very-nice-old-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-5201189258177965963</id><published>2009-10-04T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T09:15:19.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Lost the pep rally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SsjKBOpt3zI/AAAAAAAAAII/mmhGP5YfO9g/s1600-h/8529_1180357201993_1620086359_492175_5633351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SsjKBOpt3zI/AAAAAAAAAII/mmhGP5YfO9g/s400/8529_1180357201993_1620086359_492175_5633351_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388779076610547506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-5201189258177965963?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/5201189258177965963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-lost-pep-rally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5201189258177965963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5201189258177965963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-lost-pep-rally.html' title='We Lost the pep rally.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SsjKBOpt3zI/AAAAAAAAAII/mmhGP5YfO9g/s72-c/8529_1180357201993_1620086359_492175_5633351_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-6612407314379929944</id><published>2009-09-24T12:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:49:16.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Librarians.</title><content type='html'>Why these people choose to do what they do is not amusing. I've never recieved clear, or directed help from them. (And this is annoying, because I can't use card catologues to save my life.) They love sneaking up on you when you are using the computer, so that you live under constant fear that SOMEONE is watching you. This is just creepy, and what could I possibly doing that you would have to report? Everything is blocked online. No harm being done, trust me. Then after all of this they most certainly have 'librarian-esque' attitudes. Seriously, all of them direct their animosity of the day to the nearest working student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I am just pretty annoyed that I missed the bus; maybe I should just become a librarian. I'm feeling a little bitter at the moment and thought that explaining this phenomenon would make me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-6612407314379929944?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/6612407314379929944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/09/librarians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6612407314379929944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6612407314379929944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/09/librarians.html' title='Librarians.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2758567754304414771</id><published>2009-09-12T16:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:42:20.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SqwxAMqFNKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IMwIpEsyrVU/s1600-h/Photo+19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SqwxAMqFNKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IMwIpEsyrVU/s400/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380729534268388514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my week felt like. Thursday, had a really great audition for chorale. Friday, I made it into chorale :) and then proceeded to go to a phenomenal concert. Saw the Gay Blades for the first time, and fell in love. Danced my heart out to Innerpartysystem, and screamed until I lost my voice with 3OH!3. Saturday I bombed my voice lesson because of that small fact, but we had a laugh over it in the end. Rekindled my love of dance at the opening of the LPAC after a disheartening year.Got my nails done, as well as my hair. I'm feeling pretty spiffy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2758567754304414771?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2758567754304414771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-my-week-felt-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2758567754304414771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2758567754304414771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-my-week-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SqwxAMqFNKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IMwIpEsyrVU/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-6313163095382359534</id><published>2009-09-08T16:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:37:50.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coconut Head?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sqwwwh1Q50I/AAAAAAAAAH4/QX14RH8V0XA/s1600-h/chads-hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sqwwwh1Q50I/AAAAAAAAAH4/QX14RH8V0XA/s400/chads-hair.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380729265074530114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-6313163095382359534?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/6313163095382359534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/09/coconut-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6313163095382359534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6313163095382359534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/09/coconut-head.html' title='Coconut Head?'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sqwwwh1Q50I/AAAAAAAAAH4/QX14RH8V0XA/s72-c/chads-hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-5880261623947684200</id><published>2009-08-22T15:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T16:38:17.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Yawkkk</title><content type='html'>My birthday was nothing less than spectacular. I had a girls weekend in the big city, my favorite place. We caught a couple of shows, and much needed vintage shopping. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught the train into the city. Dover to Penn is the most tedious ride. It stops every five minutes for an hour and a half, but we got there. Hilton Times Square is super cute, and five steps away from everything. No matter how tourist-y, I do love the flashy-ness of it all. That evening, we went to Hard Rock for dinner, and split nachos, yum :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago the Musical (they had to clarify, as if we didn't know we were seeing something on Broadway.) It was really high energy and fantastic. The theatre was great, really small, so everyone had a good view (but we had amazing seats regardless.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BILLY ELLIOT. Well, it was already my favorite movie, when I found out about a year ago that it was going to be on Broadway, I had to see it. So, after months of waiting I finally got to see it, full anticipation for fabulous after it stole the Tonys. Oh my, it did not disappoint. The acting was great, and the writing was hysterical. Dry humor and sarcasm galore. I don't even think that I need to mention that Elton John is a lyrical genius. Every song fit perfectly with the scene. I was blown away. Weridly enough, during intermission, my mom saw a man with funny glasses walk by and asked me if it was Stanley Tucci. Turn out, it was. He was sitting two rows in front of us with his three children. What a funny coincedence. After the show, we did a bit of vintage shopping (always amazing), and hailed a cab that almost ran over some random man that was just laying in the street. That was interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a quick rendez-vous at the Hell's Kitchen flee market for costume jewelry, we cought the train back home. It was quite a successful weekend, not to mention, the best birthday ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-5880261623947684200?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/5880261623947684200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-yawkkk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5880261623947684200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5880261623947684200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-yawkkk.html' title='New Yawkkk'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-5518185174893288194</id><published>2009-08-01T18:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:03:35.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musical selection</title><content type='html'>For you lovelies. &lt;div&gt;Sunday Morning Seance numero dos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L48sBXsxzBg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L48sBXsxzBg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1901 by Phoenix has been bugging me to put it up on here. This band has intrigued me with the futuristic approach to music in their genre. There is a kind of fluidity to the beats that they put down. This indie band sure has come out with one of the best dance hits this year. The sound is so different, you would never think that it is about a breakup. I love Phoenix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also love their new album, Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1946743342404958944-5518185174893288194?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/5518185174893288194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/08/musical-selection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5518185174893288194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5518185174893288194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/08/musical-selection.html' title='musical selection'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4831329785501497800</id><published>2009-07-31T09:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:07:09.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>I can't be the only one that enjoys school supplies shopping. I love getting new notebooks and stuff that match. I wish that I could say that much about actually going back to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-4831329785501497800?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4831329785501497800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/school.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4831329785501497800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4831329785501497800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4212067974612114567</id><published>2009-07-05T07:37:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T07:54:23.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music to my ears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;So I've taken the idea from Mr. William Beckett himself to start recommending, or sharing what music I am currently listening to. I am going to post every Sunday, turning over new leaves for the week. Without further ado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Sunday Morning Seance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=-8106768282124802192&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;In honor of the Fourth of July, I tried to come up with an alternative soundtrack to the day. Here is My American Heart with 'Boys! Grab Your Guns'. This song is a beautiful acoustic rendition. Their voices include really awesome rough harmonies. This is one of my favorite songs. Happy after fourth everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1946743342404958944-4212067974612114567?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4212067974612114567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-to-my-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4212067974612114567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4212067974612114567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-to-my-ears.html' title='music to my ears.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8908924589099868816</id><published>2009-07-04T08:50:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:27:10.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My room is in such a chaotic state right now. It is so messy, even for me; and let me tell you, my standards aren't very high. I can't even think in here. Stuff is everywhere. Especially old junk from the past year of school. Today, I really need to go through the papers, and supplies, and junk that is all around right now before I implode on the spot. Oh, and make the bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mission:possible (maybe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't have a camera to document the mess, but I will be following up with pictures one way or another. So crank up the music, because I'll be in here a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(update: 7:45pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I started this at noon, everyone went to the movies while I worked a bit, but let me tell you, the sun today was irresistible. I had to go out and just chill. Well as I lost track of time, fell asleep, and woke up three hours later. So today, I pretty much sat in the sun. Enjoyable. Then we went to IHOP like the good American family that we are, HA. &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/1946743342404958944-8908924589099868816?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8908924589099868816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8908924589099868816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8908924589099868816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/argh.html' title='ARGH.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2917826435660554271</id><published>2009-07-01T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:55:19.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKING JONAS BROTHERS NEWS.</title><content type='html'>Today, at 6:50 pm, Kevin Jonas announced his engagement via Twitter (classy guys, classy.) to the world. Everyone's first thought? Kevin Jonas is engaged.. second thought? Kevin Jonas is finally going to get laid!&lt;br /&gt;     This is the problem with the all 'wholesome boys,' they announced that they were all virgins, now, at this happy time, more than ever, everygirl in America is obsessed with the status of his sex life. AWKWARD. I just thought I would inform you guys, because I'm thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2917826435660554271?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2917826435660554271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-jonas-brothers-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2917826435660554271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2917826435660554271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-jonas-brothers-news.html' title='BREAKING JONAS BROTHERS NEWS.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-7326435705076591178</id><published>2009-06-24T08:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:12:00.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you guys!</title><content type='html'>It's summertime! I am so happy to be done with school!&lt;div&gt;-relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;b&gt; japan &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ukulele &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-piano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-best friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer is so much fun. I can't wait :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-7326435705076591178?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/7326435705076591178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/7326435705076591178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/7326435705076591178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-guys.html' title='you guys!'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8045893738329311568</id><published>2009-06-14T18:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:05:29.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired.</title><content type='html'>This weekend tested my patience for sure, I can only stand to be around that amount of extended family for limited periods of time. As the weekend progressed I saw so much commitment, and love around me. I cant even fathom how much effort it took, but I'm glad that it did. &lt;br /&gt;Happy fiftieth anniversary Grandma and Grandpa. I take your relationship for granted way to often, but you are truly an inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;Love, Taylor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-8045893738329311568?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8045893738329311568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8045893738329311568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8045893738329311568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspired.html' title='Inspired.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-679422290365975792</id><published>2009-06-07T10:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T10:33:05.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times.</title><content type='html'>I just love being in high school. So here I  was being totally innocent in geometry with a cylindrical shape. nothing bad, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Siv4wLynqHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-a6KRJURudk/s1600-h/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Siv4wLynqHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-a6KRJURudk/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344638889487738994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as we were discussing surface area and volume equations, we had to 'unfold' our shapes. Mine just happened to look like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Siv5JrE7mJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-X47NSMKlJ8/s1600-h/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Siv5JrE7mJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-X47NSMKlJ8/s320/get-attachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344639327382771858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, of course I would get this shape, and Dan has to be &lt;b&gt; very &lt;/b&gt; mature and say.&lt;br /&gt;'ew, that looks like a penis!' Thanks for the insight :] So for about ten minutes I couldn't control laughter. I'm sure the teacher was really happy with us that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-679422290365975792?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/679422290365975792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-times.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/679422290365975792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/679422290365975792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-times.html' title='Good Times.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Siv4wLynqHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/-a6KRJURudk/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-3064074683149843014</id><published>2009-06-03T19:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:20:16.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Mess.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to mention the fact that Mitchel Musso, Disney star to the masses, has come out with his own self-titled full length album. Quelle suprise, not. After giving a few songs a try, I can only say that this pop album is nothing more than whiny lyrics about being misunderstood, lost, and full of angst. It only makes me wonder where real songwriting and musical abilities are going. Nowhere good, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-3064074683149843014?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/3064074683149843014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/3064074683149843014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/3064074683149843014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/06/hot-mess.html' title='Hot Mess.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-6457619474241641594</id><published>2009-05-30T06:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T08:49:48.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NO. WAY.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I had to write about my favorite TV show as a little kid in French today, and this is what I came up. Tell me you don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;remember this; I wish it would send to my phone. So for now, I am just going to stick it on here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.zedge.net/embed/zrtw-embed.swf" flashvars="item_key=102-4-276399-84578094-1&amp;amp;skin=green_flare&amp;amp;title=Powerpuff+Girls&amp;amp;fcol=BED63A" allowscriptaccess="always" width="310" height="60" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:25px;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zedge.net/ringtones/276399/powerpuff-girls-ringtone/?utm_medium=widget&amp;amp;utm_source=ringtone&amp;amp;utm_campaign=zedge&amp;amp;utm_content=_odry_"&gt;Get this on your phone&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.zedge.net/"&gt;Make your own free ringtones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you didn't sing, you were a lame little kid.&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/1946743342404958944-6457619474241641594?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/6457619474241641594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-this-on-your-phone-make-your-own.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6457619474241641594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6457619474241641594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-this-on-your-phone-make-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-992016828099383283</id><published>2009-05-28T07:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:11:58.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(x-h) ^2 + (y-k) ^2= R^2</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I. HATE. MATH. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm am about 99.9% sure that I didn't pass the math quiz I  just took. I was confused on the homework to begin with, then I walk into class, and the teacher is absent. No asking questions there. Now I probably have to stay after class one day to get extra help on this dumb circles unit. When am I ever going to need to know how to find angle measurements with secants and tangents? I am definitely not stupid, if I am bad at math now, why would I  choose a career abundant with mathematical problems?&lt;br /&gt;dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I failed that quiz. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-992016828099383283?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/992016828099383283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-h-2-y-k-2-r2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/992016828099383283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/992016828099383283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-h-2-y-k-2-r2.html' title='(x-h) ^2 + (y-k) ^2= R^2'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-967024731085500429</id><published>2009-05-26T18:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:28:36.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GROSS.</title><content type='html'>I just found another spider in my room. I don't get how some people can just ignore them and move on with their activity. This irrational fear that at some point the dumb bug is going to eat me or something is always in the back of my mind. They terrify me; actually most bugs do, but especially spiders. My poor walls are going to have scuff marks from me attacking them with random shoes. &lt;b&gt; BLEH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/ShyXGPrya4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Aekeq3YU1ao/s320/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340309391699766146" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasty, nasty, nasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-967024731085500429?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/967024731085500429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/gross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/967024731085500429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/967024731085500429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/gross.html' title='GROSS.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/ShyXGPrya4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Aekeq3YU1ao/s72-c/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-7232175940895748918</id><published>2009-05-25T07:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:16:29.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoring problems</title><content type='html'>obviously doesn't make them go away. It only causes miscommunications and deception. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-7232175940895748918?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/7232175940895748918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignoring-problems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/7232175940895748918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/7232175940895748918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignoring-problems.html' title='Ignoring problems'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-297941993632138081</id><published>2009-05-24T18:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T07:40:17.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm,</title><content type='html'>I hate that sometimes I blog to get things out of my system, but then can't post them, because I am afraid of what people will say. Doesn't that defeat the purpose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-297941993632138081?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/297941993632138081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/297941993632138081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/297941993632138081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/hmm.html' title='Hmm,'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-3445729884369397352</id><published>2009-05-23T13:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:39:28.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the chicken sandwiches.</title><content type='html'>No joke, these are amazing. I am looking forward to not burning the house down, and enjoying the spicy deliciousness. We're going to the shore tomorrow for some time in the sun. This Labor Day weekend is looking up to be a good one. It was a little cloudy and over cast this morning, but now I have the entire weekend for shore and pool time. It should be really nice&lt;br /&gt; So here I am, sitting in bed waiting for sleep to take me under. I just watched Seven Pounds with chelsee, and I probably would have cried had we not been eating Pixie Stix and making inappropriate comments throught the entire movie. The plot was really interesting though, through it all I really had to think; it was really sad. Here's to another good day.&lt;br /&gt;cheers, Taylor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-3445729884369397352?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/3445729884369397352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-chicken-sandwiches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/3445729884369397352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/3445729884369397352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-chicken-sandwiches.html' title='Return of the chicken sandwiches.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4808230285630582913</id><published>2009-05-20T19:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:21:18.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meyers Briggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;I don't take these things seriously, but I definitely had the time. So here it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="276" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!--55.26 50 53.57 58.82--&gt;&lt;img src="http://sminds.com/images/INFP.gif" /&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bg style="color:#d4dbd6;"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="250"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INFP&lt;/b&gt; - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Calm and pleasant face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/"&gt;Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Traits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong value systems&lt;br /&gt;Warmly interested in people&lt;br /&gt;Service-oriented, usually putting the needs of others above their own&lt;br /&gt;Loyal and devoted to people and causes&lt;br /&gt;Future-oriented&lt;br /&gt;Growth-oriented; always want to be growing in a positive direction&lt;br /&gt;Creative and inspirational&lt;br /&gt;Flexible and laid-back, unless a ruling principle is violated&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and complex&lt;br /&gt;Dislike dealing with details and routine work&lt;br /&gt;Original and individualistic - “out of the mainstream”&lt;br /&gt;Excellent written communication skills&lt;br /&gt;Prefer to work alone, and may have problems working on teams&lt;br /&gt;Value deep and authentic relationships&lt;br /&gt;Want to be seen and appreciated for who they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;This sounded kind of fun.&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/1946743342404958944-4808230285630582913?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4808230285630582913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/meyers-briggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4808230285630582913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4808230285630582913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/meyers-briggs.html' title='Meyers Briggs'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8417054028220805085</id><published>2009-05-19T15:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:10:30.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH.</title><content type='html'>I have most definitely not been in the best of moods for a while now. I am not normally the jealous type, honestly. But lately I have kind of been noticing it in myself. This annoys me. Those little things that are &lt;b&gt; nothing &lt;/b&gt; to be jealous about have had me feeling super left out. Kind of like the musketeer that didn't make the cut. &lt;div&gt;The whole musketeer thing is that there only feels like there is room for three. Then i feel suffocated and have to leave. I hate having to sit and be anti-social because of something this dumb, but i just don't mesh into certain groups of people. Not that they are bad people, but when three of the same people get together, I have no idea what to say or even what they are talking about. Having these awkward moments just makes me want to leave giving off that anti-social vibe. This is definitely not how i want to be portrayed, but in the process, I feel like a convenience, or last resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sorry nothing better was available?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right about now, I am thinking that maybe I am making this into a bigger deal than it actually is, but I'm pretty sure that nobody wants to be last amenity for anyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk it out? probably. Living in a hole isn't fun, and this isn't how i want any friend of mine to perceive the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Capisci?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-8417054028220805085?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8417054028220805085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8417054028220805085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8417054028220805085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html' title='UGH.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4998077137080794007</id><published>2009-05-14T04:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:14:23.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Just a tad bit.&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely having a case of 'need-to-get-out-of-here-before-I-shoot-someone.' This week started with a bang; Great all the way until work on Monday. Everything went down from there. At that moment, it has been a bunch of miniscule little things that have been pushing my buttons all week. Those little things that have had me annoyed all week. Nothing too serious, but just enough. I am just waiting for it to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-4998077137080794007?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4998077137080794007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4998077137080794007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4998077137080794007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4521237601966700605</id><published>2009-05-10T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:49:21.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sincerity</title><content type='html'>This weekend was so good; probably the best I've had in a long while. Saturday I went shopping with C.Mac, and we had pretty much an amazing time. We got her cartilage pierced which was exciting for her :] and we looked and &lt;b&gt; LOOKED &lt;/b&gt; for Braden's dumb tie and pocket square. Needless to say, we came up with a good match up, even though it was such a bitch to find. Seriously, we went all over the mall: every tuxedo shop, major department store, the works. He better know how lucky he is to even have one, but it's all good. Because I am probably the best friend in the world, when we walked by her dress, i made her try it on (shoes and all). Gorgeous. Someone is going to knock em' dead on prom night. &lt;div&gt;I saw Star Trek this weekend as well. What a movie. It had everything. Seriously best casting ever. Every actor looks exactly like the younger counter part of their original character. I silently thank my parents for making me watch every old episode, and movie from the original series. This only made me appreciate all of the characterization and plot even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother's day was fun too. We went to my favorite brunch spot, and i had the most amazing Belgian waffles there. After, we gave out our presents and made one over-worked lady very happy. I even got into a chef frenzy. I made those spectacular spicy chicken sandwiches, and angel food cupcakes all from scratch. It took me two hours, and we didn't start eating until nine, but it was well worth it, believe me. I hope that with the school year coming to an end, I can look forward to more stellar weekends like this one. I would greatly appreciate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-4521237601966700605?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4521237601966700605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/sincerity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4521237601966700605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4521237601966700605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/sincerity.html' title='sincerity'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2935045296172280061</id><published>2009-05-08T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T15:58:43.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tissues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taylormariephotography/3513364333/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3513364333_5c3fdbe755_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taylormariephotography/3513364333/"&gt;23:365&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/taylormariephotography/"&gt;Taylor Marie photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I swear, my face is going to fall off, or just melt right off one of these days. My allergies are at an all time high at the moment. I can't even what i must look like going down the hall at school: red eyes, sniffles, let alone the multiple sneezes. BLAH. &lt;br /&gt;Claritin to the rescue please?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2935045296172280061?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2935045296172280061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/tissues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2935045296172280061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2935045296172280061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/05/tissues.html' title='tissues'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3513364333_5c3fdbe755_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8533861455509297055</id><published>2009-04-21T14:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:52:20.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11:365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today has been one of those days. We are leaving for Florida in two days, but time seems to be dragging on, but just yesterday it was 52 days away. These last couple of days are filled with anticipation, which does not bode well for homework, school, or nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;That only makes for a 'je ne sais quoi' kind of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-8533861455509297055?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8533861455509297055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/11365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8533861455509297055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8533861455509297055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/11365.html' title='11:365'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-6000536389980058779</id><published>2009-04-16T07:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:27:18.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiki Barber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;nah, just more geometric fun with Dan's pencil shaving citizens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325295581356077906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SedAHdqvs1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/psv0OaDh7AA/s320/sprdfred.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-6000536389980058779?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/6000536389980058779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiki-barber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6000536389980058779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6000536389980058779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiki-barber.html' title='Tiki Barber?'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SedAHdqvs1I/AAAAAAAAAGc/psv0OaDh7AA/s72-c/sprdfred.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-7050964638405787134</id><published>2009-04-14T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:02:43.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3:365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taylormariephotography/3442873676/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3314/3442873676_ea2a99da64_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/taylormariephotography/3442873676/"&gt;3:365&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/taylormariephotography/"&gt;teacups unsweet photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so this is day three of the three hundred sixty- five day photo experiment. This was one of my benchmarks actually. If i can make it to day three, I proved to myself that i can consecutively take pictures, creating a pattern. This pattern will continue until i have a years worth of photo entries. How cool is that going to be? A year in my perspective, 365 different self portraits. This is going to be interesting.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-7050964638405787134?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/7050964638405787134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/3365.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/7050964638405787134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/7050964638405787134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/3365.html' title='3:365'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3314/3442873676_ea2a99da64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-9010365902923674529</id><published>2009-04-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:20:45.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good things</title><content type='html'>Always come to an end. Today was the last day of spring break. Tomorrow does not sound like it will be beneficial to my moral at all. The first day after break always blows, but it is also a monday, and an A-day. This means that my first day back includes all of my joyous hard classes. in consecutive order. Fun times. &lt;div&gt;With the exception of Monday, I think that this week is going to pass fairly quickly compared to others before it. I am going to be running around to multiple choir rehearsals, and mandatory rehearsal for the variety show (our school's audition only talent show that Chelsee and I are singing in), and of course final preparations for Disney World (tanning with the ladies), which is officially eleven days away. Not even two weeks left! I completely remember when I first started counting down, it was fifty-two days, now only eleven; the final stretch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can definitely look forward to Florida heat, sun, and boys. Who wouldn't jump at the chance?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-9010365902923674529?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/9010365902923674529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/9010365902923674529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/9010365902923674529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-things.html' title='Good things'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2601742002169989958</id><published>2009-04-12T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:09:35.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascots?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So today is Easter, and I was doing some thinking at church today. All of our little holidays have creepy mascots that small children are told to believe in. This is all that popped into my head: Christmas, a time for the birth of Jesus, is associated with a fat old man that sneaks into your house at night, eats your cookies, and leaves presents. This man is also befriended by little elf things that slave all year round making these toys. Children waiting their turn to take pictures at the mall have it all figured out; no wonder so many of them are so afraid of going up there. It does not sound like a fun thing to do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then we have St. Patrick's Day. We are supposed to believe that little elf-like LEPRECHAUNS are coming up to pinch you if you don't wear green? Who came up with these things? They don't sound appealing or nice whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally, there is Easter, another religious holiday meant to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus. Kind of a big deal right? I just think that it is really weird to associate this with life-sized bunny rabbits that come and leave 'chocolate.' Then the awkward people dressed up in the mascot costumes for mall pictures. It amuses me, that all children at some point believe in these things. And that looking back, you realize what a creeper the person that came up with each of these must have been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I had too much time on my hands this morning :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2601742002169989958?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2601742002169989958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/mascots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2601742002169989958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2601742002169989958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/mascots.html' title='Mascots?'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-6067860501723486315</id><published>2009-04-08T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:52:47.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York City, a photo entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJGPG9QEaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jegBOdkfOa8/s1600-h/P4080392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJGPG9QEaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jegBOdkfOa8/s320/P4080392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323894934884848034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; My view from Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJE_VQdXdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/V338LfgwBY8/s1600-h/P4080362.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJE_VQdXdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/V338LfgwBY8/s320/P4080362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323893564333972946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;yay Tom Cruise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJFLbF_v6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/9I_nvhpT49k/s320/P4080365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323893772059131810" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Billy Elliot. Yay Elton John!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJFbhWexHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zOLGa_nZbxk/s320/P4080367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323894048616793202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hooray singing waiters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJF0TYkSQI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4dHEwSWzBQA/s320/P4080391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323894474364176642" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obama condoms?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-6067860501723486315?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/6067860501723486315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-york-city-photo-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6067860501723486315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/6067860501723486315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-york-city-photo-entry.html' title='New York City, a photo entry'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJGPG9QEaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jegBOdkfOa8/s72-c/P4080392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-5958457995558849071</id><published>2009-04-07T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:45:12.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Crocker?</title><content type='html'>So today, I didn't really have any plans until an unexpected text message came my way. &lt;div&gt;Chelsee didn't have work, so she told me to come up and bake with her. Bake? I can barely come up with un-burnt toast. After almost burning the house down, I feel quite accomplished. We made the most amazing spicy chicken sandwiches. We could be like Martha Stewart, but better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJC5SePDXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E6W9VdQjDnQ/s320/P4070277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323891261483978098" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJDJnOVNBI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I3EyWr2j3F4/s320/P4070290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323891541932323858" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJDVpM8cmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_0vkxLMRjO0/s320/P4070291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323891748621808226" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJDiHNHkTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/rnygZjO3LCE/s320/P4070294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323891962834030898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that spicy chicken, we decided to make an Easter cake (but it is more like pre-Easter since there obviously won't be any left.) I'll let you compare the two. We tried but I think the FOODNETWORK version trumps all.  It was definitely a good rainy day. Now we are so ready for a spring break tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJEBi1N5_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QTzGnIYP4Qc/s320/P4070308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323892502825920498" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJEebBDZII/AAAAAAAAAFU/UAFG1EoMmI4/s320/Cakes_Raspberry_Lemon_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323892998944285826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-5958457995558849071?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/5958457995558849071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/betty-crocker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5958457995558849071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/5958457995558849071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/betty-crocker.html' title='Betty Crocker?'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SeJC5SePDXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/E6W9VdQjDnQ/s72-c/P4070277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-1040170012136226223</id><published>2009-04-02T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:39:25.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is life going?</title><content type='html'>My goodness, where has 2009 gone? these past three months have been such a blur; it's crazy. I'm thinking that I need to find some excitement and run with it. Months are flying by, and i haven't accomplished anything amazing this year. There is no spark as of now.&lt;div&gt;So, officially being on spring break, i need to find something interesting to do. something to make it worth my while. Let's do something crazy :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-1040170012136226223?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/1040170012136226223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-life-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/1040170012136226223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/1040170012136226223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-is-life-going.html' title='where is life going?'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8883257753424794682</id><published>2009-03-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:37:21.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch :]</title><content type='html'>I re-pierced my cartilage. ouch, but I'm happy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58989273d1c506ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8883257753424794682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8883257753424794682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8883257753424794682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/ouch.html' title='ouch :]'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8435840205900667305</id><published>2009-03-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T07:27:44.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily dose of:</title><content type='html'>Irony.&lt;br /&gt;Today, March 20, is indeed the first day of spring. And it is snowing.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-8435840205900667305?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8435840205900667305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/daily-dose-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8435840205900667305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8435840205900667305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/daily-dose-of.html' title='Daily dose of:'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8070133547733584365</id><published>2009-03-16T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:20:42.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how we roll.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My God, we are complete slackers when it comes to school work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313867537908387186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sb6mXySCTXI/AAAAAAAAADg/0AojI397Cgw/s320/dann.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313791004173005090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sb5gw75l8SI/AAAAAAAAADY/EE6BJW6s_rg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313789507581505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sb5fZ0qX7lI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KdnprnzRS0I/s320/geo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently in my geometry class, writing this small segment of my blog, and chilling with the crew. Just thought i should fill you in on what really goes down at a typical day at school. Any opportunity, you bet I'm going to chose the fun way out. So now, with an hour and a half wasted, a new blog post, a new website, new pictures, and a new follower, i can say it was a productive day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-8070133547733584365?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8070133547733584365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-we-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8070133547733584365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8070133547733584365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-we-roll.html' title='how we roll.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sb6mXySCTXI/AAAAAAAAADg/0AojI397Cgw/s72-c/dann.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2903105089173687578</id><published>2009-03-10T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:21:31.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For friendship. &lt;div&gt;I just thought that I would add in some pictures of people that mean a lot to me, and I really hope that they stay just as dear to my heart. There may not be many, but they are the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truly the people I  will remember, no matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SbcfeFNewnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ytr3xIfy_6Q/s320/Video+Snapshot+of+liz+keuch_2_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748887162045042" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SbcfROlor_I/AAAAAAAAACg/8EX2NeFWMvo/s320/P3070283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748666340978674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SbcesPtJV3I/AAAAAAAAACY/Mfk5iU1edbo/s320/CIMG0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311748030985754482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SbcdOHY67BI/AAAAAAAAACI/JsLG6BCWCYo/s320/n607768976_1558966_8840.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311746413845736466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SbcdprW_N4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/Turebzfdfzk/s320/P1300068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311746887357773698" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SbccvUcJ3mI/AAAAAAAAACA/uOGOx34EZac/s320/0310091529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311745884773015138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2903105089173687578?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2903105089173687578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2903105089173687578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2903105089173687578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheers.html' title='cheers.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SbcfeFNewnI/AAAAAAAAACo/Ytr3xIfy_6Q/s72-c/Video+Snapshot+of+liz+keuch_2_2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4280605134526241512</id><published>2009-02-28T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:57:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shout hallelujah.</title><content type='html'>PRAISE HIS HOLY NAME.&lt;div&gt;last night was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our women's choir festival didn't bomb. Although we had to rehearse for hours, and hours without stopping, and were mad at the lack of incentive to perform well, it was completely worth it. Morris Knolls had the honor of hosting the first annual 'festival'. Morris Hills performed, Morris Knolls performed, and we had the opportunity to host the University of Delaware University singers. These ladies deserve a standing ovation for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. My. God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can i just say that they exceeded my expectations by far and were completely phenomenal? i could not believe my ears while listening to them perform their seven pieces for the audience, most of which were a cappella. I was floored. You could definitely hear the complexity of the well written songs, and they had the emotion to match. Performing with them was a joy, and it only makes me want to continue in my musical education; in hopes of one day reaching this level of excellence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor Richter, the choral director of the University singers, was an amazing vocal coach. Her experience was evident in the amount of passion and technique she put into teaching us. we sang an incredibly fragile 'There Is Sweet Music', and a lively and energetic spiritual, 'Praise His Holy Name'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This spiritual piece is some of the most fun i've had singing in quite some time. It was very easy to get into, and utter joy consumes you as you just forget everything but the song. The audience really enjoyed this ending song; we even got to perform an encore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to continue my choral instruction with Semancik, and beyond. I will one day perform at this level. What a good way to end the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-4280605134526241512?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4280605134526241512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/02/shout-hallelujah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4280605134526241512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4280605134526241512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/02/shout-hallelujah.html' title='shout hallelujah.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4266393182394856955</id><published>2009-02-21T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:32:23.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>current conditions.</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day of tears. &lt;div&gt;I think after ruining another thing so great, my heart can never be whole. Each time it rips a little more at the seams; I fear the day that someone actually wants it, and there won't be any left to give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-4266393182394856955?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4266393182394856955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-conditions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4266393182394856955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4266393182394856955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/02/current-conditions.html' title='current conditions.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-1213246360066699199</id><published>2009-02-07T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:57:36.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musical findings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SY2hBdxpC-I/AAAAAAAAABY/Bdhlwgz_GGM/s1600-h/fleet-foxes-lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SY2hBdxpC-I/AAAAAAAAABY/Bdhlwgz_GGM/s320/fleet-foxes-lp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300069383029722082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I haven't been feeling up to par with everyone for the past couple of weeks. Everywhere you turn some kid is passing disease like the plague, gross, i know. But, i am happy to say that while at Target, getting a prescription filled, i found myself with an extra twenty bucks that i didn't know i had. Being in Target with fifteen minutes to kill is not such a good idea. needless to say, i don't have that extra twenty bucks anymore. &lt;div&gt;  Anyways, I was wondering the CD isles looking for something new to listen to. [of all the songs on my iPod, i always feel like i have nothing to listen to.] i found the new-ish Fleet Foxes CD. i was pumped. This band is so awesome; they incorporate really pretty acoustic melodies, and off-beat harmonies. I can picture this as the perfect country-road-trip-soundtrack as it is a continual roll along kind of sound. very laid back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i definitely recommend 'ragged wood' and 'quiet houses.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my indie find of the week, and i am pretty happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-1213246360066699199?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/1213246360066699199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/02/musical-findings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/1213246360066699199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/1213246360066699199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/02/musical-findings.html' title='musical findings'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SY2hBdxpC-I/AAAAAAAAABY/Bdhlwgz_GGM/s72-c/fleet-foxes-lp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-209831714889690698</id><published>2009-01-22T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:23:57.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big bows and new presidents.</title><content type='html'>it is time to welcome in the 44th president of the United States of America. &lt;div&gt;And babes, we did it Aretha style. I couldn't really take the queen seriously with that bow. Did someone tell her that she was opening for the new president, that millions of people would see this moment in history and bash it for days and days? Apparently not, but she is the queen, and it was such a monumental moment that i overlooked her tres mal fashion faux pas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Obama, one of the best public speakers, gave his speech, entering office with a bang. I am proud to be an American today. I look for the new changes to come, hope for a better future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me say, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I BLIEVE :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-209831714889690698?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/209831714889690698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-bows-and-new-presidents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/209831714889690698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/209831714889690698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/big-bows-and-new-presidents.html' title='Big bows and new presidents.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-8743318857059857587</id><published>2009-01-16T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:53:54.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B minor chord barred.'/><title type='text'>Dear B minor,</title><content type='html'>You suck.&lt;div&gt;why are you the one really hard barre chord that i just can't seem to play? It would be nice if i could actually finish 'Lyrical Lies' by Cute is What We Aim For, but of course not. i am just going to sit here struggling to find the correct sounding chord. I have been sitting here for an hour and a half going over and over and OVER the same chord progression. This is so annoying. I wish that i was some musical genius prodigy or something, but i actually have to try :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple more tries and i will have it, i swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*rant over*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SXFj8xOcflI/AAAAAAAAABI/BzvC9U2LmN0/s320/Photo+113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292120932794269266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-8743318857059857587?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/8743318857059857587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-b-minor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8743318857059857587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/8743318857059857587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-b-minor.html' title='Dear B minor,'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/SXFj8xOcflI/AAAAAAAAABI/BzvC9U2LmN0/s72-c/Photo+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2190502990561502914</id><published>2009-01-15T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:28:07.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>j'adore le garcon.</title><content type='html'>Oblivious.&lt;div&gt;completely and utterly oblivious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sarcastic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;athletic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;musical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;witty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wow, i like him a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2190502990561502914?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2190502990561502914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/jadore-le-garcon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2190502990561502914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2190502990561502914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/jadore-le-garcon.html' title='j&apos;adore le garcon.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2795677072114165217</id><published>2009-01-09T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:43:06.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i really cannot sleep.</title><content type='html'>Oh, gosh. This week has been terribly long, and i am glad to have it over with. &lt;div&gt;Between really obnoxious history projects, and fencing, and going to the gym until i literally couldn't move any more, i am just run down, tired, and overall not very [here is a certain je ne sais pas] myself i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time this week, i forgot my iPod on the bus; in case you didn't know, with out that to get me going in the morning, I am pretty much not in a school mind set. Keep telling myself three years until i can opt out of this boring suburbia normalcy. I skipped out [well it wasn't my fault] of fencing practice three times, and got yelled at for wanting to try to be in the spring musical. Needless to say, couldn't try out for the musical. Just can't put it without saying that i was kind of upset. Dance didn't seem to hold my attention this week either. It didn't have it's usual calling of freedom. Instead, i went to the gym four times these days, and worked like a crazy person, by myself. Running, elipticals, crunches, and weights. i can barely feel my arms anymore. And today, when i was actually present for fencing with the girls, we fenced for varsity positions only to discover that this won't actually turn into anything permanent. Besides just killing my arms a little more, it was a complete failure, and waste of time; Most of this week has been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides all of this, i am happy for a small relief in the schedule; a miniscule glimmer of peace. Tomorrow is Saturday. Saturday is the day for Regional Choir auditions. As i have been practicing this piece like it would eventually save my life,I am hoping for the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a ruined day in school, and a crushed morale, i did take comfort to the fact that i would be able [no matter how short the time] to see a few friends. Upon my arrival, i did see someone that i did not expect to see. Him being there made everything worthwhile. We chatted, and played guitar. This is something that I did not even touch during the week. Somehow made everything thread together, forming such an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit at my desk, stairing at this screen at 12:41 on a friday night, rememeber me, as i look forward to ending it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2795677072114165217?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2795677072114165217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-cannot-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2795677072114165217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2795677072114165217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-really-cannot-sleep.html' title='i really cannot sleep.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-2448341344048432420</id><published>2009-01-06T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:26:07.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job application.</title><content type='html'>I need money, and to teach myself some responsibility. So, i devised a plan: to get a job. Aha! this sounds like the most logical thing to do; as you would think. Well, not the most glamorous as people make it seem. I will ultimately end up being a bagger at the commissary. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i set off in search of an application. Apparently there is only the one person who can hand the official application, and the man in question was no where to be found. I waited for the better part of 45 minutes until someone paged him for me. Someone needs to listen to the store loud speaker, as he didn't come to his office, and then the journey began. From the back of a food storage warehouse, to the employee break room. Was he smoking in the heater room? Did he just up and leave? No one will know.  Ten times around, still no where to be found. As we talked about coming tomorrow, i did leave empty handed. I will eventually get it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;application over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-2448341344048432420?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/2448341344048432420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-application.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2448341344048432420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/2448341344048432420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-application.html' title='Job application.'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-4018082364164968812</id><published>2009-01-02T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:16:56.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know that 2008 has slipped between our fingers...</title><content type='html'>but what better time to reminisce than now; just starting the new year while looking at the blank post of my computer screen with a cup of coffee. [what a picturesque moment, this should be from a movie or something.]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t my 'top 5' list of 2008. Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;top 5 albums of 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 'Viva la Vida' by Coldplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This long awaited album came into it's own this year. This even topped their XY album with more clever and witty lyrics, interesting rhythms, soulful singing, and amazing instrumentals. It is obvious that we can expect more from Chris Martin and his band in future years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  ' Bring me your love' by City and Colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New to this band, i didn't know what to expect. i soon realized that this band, headed by Dallas Green, put out some of the most interesting acoustic music of the year. He has proven to be rightfully one of the most captivating newly discovered artists of oh' eight. His album features twelve of the most expressive songs, trust me, it is worth every penny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 'The fame' by Lady Gaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 was an amazing year for the platinum diva. With singles that were so catchy, they literally made you want to 'just dance'. This is an album for techno and pop fans alike with it's catchy-club-worthy-beats. Not quite the album to listen to in the minivan though, as listeners were set to wonder about the choice of words in 'lovegame' [a.k.a the meaning of disco stick?]. Overall, this was a bright debut for the pop princess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 'Vampire Weekend' by Vampire Weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those looking for a kind of 'songs about nothing' attitude in their music should definitely check out this indie Brooklyn-based band. Their most popular single, 'A-PUNK'  features a kind light-hearted guitar strumming, and a majestic flute player in the background for this ground breaking band. No one can deny this band a fun intriguing listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. '808's and Heartbreak' by Kanye West.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I personally have never been Kanye's biggest fan, but this album did not disappoint. This year has been quite the struggle for the rapper, what with the death of his mother, and split with his fiancee. All of these experiences have contributed to a more heart-felt album. With popular points of sadness and despair, and heartbreak we now have the pretty mellow songs: 'love lockdown', 'robo cop', and 'heartless'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these were my top musicians [whole album wise] of the year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-4018082364164968812?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/4018082364164968812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-that-2008-has-slipped-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4018082364164968812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/4018082364164968812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-that-2008-has-slipped-between.html' title='I know that 2008 has slipped between our fingers...'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946743342404958944.post-1165313869511936324</id><published>2008-12-31T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T23:37:03.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2009 lovies</title><content type='html'>Bringing in the new year with a glass of fake champagne with the family while watching the ball drop in time square. An all too familiar setting. Another thing customarily associated with this joyous time is the creation of the things that we call 'new years resolutions' which in some part end up being to finally use that gym membership, or to get up an extra fifteen minutes everyday.&lt;div&gt;I am going to flat out say that i value sleep right now. That snooze button keeps me alive a few extra minutes everyday. So instead i devised a new set of resolutions. Maybe these will actually stick to what they were intended for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to keep this blog. Documenting events that I fell deserve that kind of pedestal for monumental meaning might help in more ways then one. If i am being completely honest, then you might not only read about the good things. Hopefully this won't be another attemp at journalling destined to fail like the multiple half empty notebooks kept for sentimental value. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that this nessicarily applies [thanks Braden] but i am going to be myself. Personality in whole, not the fake persona that others want to see. Who cares if i where socks that completely don't match, or if i sing in the halls with a best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess that this would fall under 'SELF ACCEPTANCE' but maybe this is a possible reslution for others, i have realized that this is who i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. i am going to love others for what they are, even if i absolutely despise them. If their actual personality is fake, then hey, at least they are being themselves :] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am going to learn some beast guitar songs and play them live somewhere pretending to be that the awesome hipster of brooklyn that looks so amazing written down on paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my new years resolutions; hopefully these simple things might be accomplished in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;365 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8,760 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;525,600 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is to 2009. may it be a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1946743342404958944-1165313869511936324?l=thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/feeds/1165313869511936324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-2009-lovies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/1165313869511936324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1946743342404958944/posts/default/1165313869511936324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecrookedaccordian.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-2009-lovies.html' title='happy 2009 lovies'/><author><name>taylor :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03043808815961176275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fYjgGWMakCU/Sf-hUJlmdSI/AAAAAAAAAGk/moHwSmVJIzI/S220/Photo+80.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
