<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309334540110695039</id><updated>2009-10-13T16:44:49.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Real</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennyale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309334540110695039/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennyale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309334540110695039/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09356973519254501353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309334540110695039.post-7789647304061105544</id><published>2008-09-29T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:19:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>It's been an entire summer and I forgot to write! I was like a child away at summer camp, too caught up in everything to even consider the fact that people might be curious as to what has been going on in my life! While I seriously doubt the latter, I'm bedridden right now and have some disposable time to kill. I've watched about 7 episodes of Sex and the City while keeping my leg at a 45 degree angle and I'm getting a little bored. I sprained/strained/pulled some sort of muscle in my leg, who knows which one..if I was paying attention in anatomy junior year it's not like I would remember now anyway. Writing about things I find funny, interesting, or weird should hopefully help pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOLCats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While no stranger to seeing cat macros before, I have recently allowed them to become my newest guilty pleasure. I am constantly wondering: are these just random, awesome cat pictures coupled with a hilarious caption, or do cat owners set their cats up for the epic photos? Regardless, I usually end up finding a hilarious one whenever I come across the site icanhazcheezburger.com. Here is my favorite one of the moment, as it is a cross between two things I love: funny cat pictures and The Dark Knight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOElsjFZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hFSbomgh4dQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOElsjFZZ7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/hFSbomgh4dQ/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251520087753058226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a great segway into my next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Joker Obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My name is Alexandra Kenny. And I absolutely love the movie the Dark Knight and it's central villain, the Joker. It's actually an obsession. So obsessed in fact, that while intoxicated, I subcon&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOE35sDSDvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oxFMnarv_Aw/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOE35sDSDvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/oxFMnarv_Aw/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251540104707706610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sciously quote the Joker, much to the horror of my friends. I have considered purchasing a realistic Joker action figure for a mere $150 but then realized that gas prices are ridiculous, my wallet is empty, and the college lifestyle leaves me generally broke. But I at least thought about it...&lt;br /&gt;I am soon going to be decorating my one room studio with not one, but TWO posters of the Joker. What exactly draws me into this character? I think he is hilarious, and a bit misunderstood which makes him relatable. Basically..he's a freak....like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concert sho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I recently participated in a bit of a concert showdown. A silly little battle between Jenna about who has attended more shows. We started to spout off who we have seen in a shameless attempt to top one another.  Today, as the boredom of work got the best of me, I tried to write a little list of all the concerts I've been to. I embarrassingly could only hit 30. I know &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEw9LZt5qI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9m7W2HOu9vk/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEw9LZt5qI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9m7W2HOu9vk/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251532468081518242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there has to be more concerts that I'm forgetting about. Either way I'm sure Jenna probably has me beat due to her admirable dedication to the Backstreet Boys and the fact that NSYNC threw in the towel long before they ever will (Give it up Howie..). Jenna, if you ever want to have a real face-off perhaps we can devise some sort of point system to declare the ultimate concert champion! 1 pt per show, 1/2 pt for every reputable opening act, and another 1/2 point if within the first 10 rows of the stage. Haha I'm kidding, I'm not really that competitive (well I kind of am), but from one music fan to another I respect your dedication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEsk-NlpgI/AAAAAAAAAME/NDEGQHc5nNM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEsk-NlpgI/AAAAAAAAAME/NDEGQHc5nNM/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251527654177613314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had retired my mouse ears a long time ago. Gone are the days of Lizzie McGuire, Even Stevens, and the classic made for tv movies like Zenon and Halloween Town. I even remember the Disney concert specials which launched the careers of my favorite teen idols- NSYNC. I thought I had matured to CNN and premium movie channels like Showtimes. But recently, I have been drawn back in. I even let myself watch Hannah Montana yesterday for 6 straight episodes. Sweet niblets! Due to the constant exposure of Miley &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEzIO3QFaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GXmzQqAvbgc/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEzIO3QFaI/AAAAAAAAAMc/GXmzQqAvbgc/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251534857012516258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cyrus, Selena Gomez, the Jonas Brothers, and  Demi Lovato on my favorite gossip blog, Oh No They Didn't, I have been sucked back into the land of the mouse. It started out innocently. I swore I would never like the Jonas Brothers. They looked like 3 gay guys that wore tight pants and alternated between having curly fros and flat ironed hair. Then one of my best friends in the industry, Taylor Swift, started dating Joe. I suddenly felt like I had to show support. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEuCZlRvjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TLeQL_TeMjY/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOEuCZlRvjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/TLeQL_TeMjY/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251529259252563506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I find myself admiring their fashion choices, and finding them completely adorable. What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;As far as the other mouseketeers are concerned, Miley will alw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOE3Jshia6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/MY4J3SJBECc/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/SOE3Jshia6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/MY4J3SJBECc/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251539280200887202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ays be the head bitch in charge. When I'm having a bad day all I have to do is head over to youtube and watch the Miley and Mandy show where they make fun of Selena and Demi. (YOU FIXED YOUR GAP!). It's a display of cruetly in it's purest form- teenage girl cat fights. I constantly have to convince my friends I'm not obsessed with the Disney kids, but just fascinated in a way that an anthropologist would be...I hope they believe me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hopefully get to write about better things soon, but until then, hopefully this will fill the void.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to eventually write about Sarah Palin and the election, Little J from Gossip Girl, as well as chronicle my Chicago trip. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I really am. I love music. I love celebrities. I love performances. I love competition. What is not to love? I'm so psyched I might want to throw a huge bash* for it. I wanted to pick my favorites for a few of the category. So here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*by bash I mean a get together with a few cool people, and you better be one of them beeyotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Record of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna's Umbrella &lt;/span&gt;for this one since Miley Cyrus was snubbed and didn't get a nod for "See You Again" (She's just being Miley...) In all seriousness, Rihanna created a summer anthem with her popular hit Umbrella. On top of the original song sprung a bunch of remixes ("you can be my cinderella-ella-ella...") and inspired a plethora of other artists to cover the song (Mandy Moore, Taylor Swift, and youtube celebrities to name a few.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wino takes this one because her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to Black &lt;/span&gt;album is the only nominee that I have listened to from beginning to end. I like her sound and Back to Black is definitely an album I can support. It's a true shame that she won't be in the flesh to accept any of her possible 6 awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Carrie Underwood is amazing and I love "Before he Cheats", &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/span&gt; takes this category too with her song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rehab&lt;/span&gt;. Not only was this song my ringtone for a greater portion of the year, but it was also an anthem for a greater portion of Hollywood celebrities. Can we get a role call? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan, Britney Spears, Amy herself, Kirsten Dunst, Eva Mendez, Jesse Metcalfe, the cast of Celebrity Rehab...just to name a few. &lt;/span&gt;This song truly is Song of the Year because it sums up the year as a whole, and it's pretty catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations, you just got through this category without any "no, no, no" jokes or puns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best New Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have to confidently say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt; deserves this award 100%. She encompasses all characteristics that a Best New Artist should have. She is young and fresh and is gaining more and more star power every day. I can't put my personal bias aside for this one. I worry that Amy Winehouse might sweep all her categories, but Taylor would be the utmost appreciative and deserving in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Female Pop Vocal Performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise here, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amy Winehouse's Rehab &lt;/span&gt;will be hard to contend with. Her competition just isn't that promising in my opinion (Candyman by Christina Aguilera, 1234 by Feist, Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie and Say it Right by Nelly Furtado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Male Pop Vocal Performance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt; for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Belief.&lt;/span&gt; I love him and this song. My only concern was that it really didn't get played enough for people to know about how great this song is. As I sit here typing this, I can't even remember if I knew this song was a single. Another reason why radio is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quite honest, I'm already sick of predicting and commenting on who I think is going to win. Is this an indication that the Grammy's might suck this year? Not really. I'm not too worried. Seeing the actual show will be entertaining, I'm sure. But I can only predict Winehouse's victory so many times before it gets old. and some of the categories are kind of boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Who were the riveting acts that captivated me? Taylor Swift and Jack's Mannequin. While they are seemingly polar opposites (one is a teen country female sensation, while the other is a Southern Cali-based piano band), both delivered high-end entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v185/202/46/2357213/n2357213_43627084_2814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 229px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v185/202/46/2357213/n2357213_43627084_2814.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;This concert was without a doubt everything one would expect a concert to be and more. It went above and beyond all expectations I could have had. With each song, Taylor displayed more and more confidence and energy on stage, leaving the audience wondering where they could get a hold of the drugs she was on. Apparently the drug Taylor abuses is 'love'. She's been getting it from everyone these days, and likewise dealing it back out to the crowd. Fans of her debut album were not disappointed as she performed almost the entire track list, as well as a couple bonus tracks and song covers from other artists (Rihanna's Umbrella and John Waite's Missing You respectively). The audience was on their feet, singing at the top of their lungs for the entire show. On top of being one of the better performers I have seen, she is also gracious to her fans. My friends and I unexpectedly found ourselves on her bus, talking to her after the show and we couldn't have found a nicer person occupying those cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concert Grade: 4.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A perfect combination of lyrical talent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, energy, and band members with hot hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eujacksonville.com/pages/r10-12-06/Jack%27s_Mannequin_at_Plush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 178px;" src="http://www.eujacksonville.com/pages/r10-12-06/Jack%27s_Mannequin_at_Plush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jack's Mannequin concert had an entirely different vibe. For one thing, I was wasted (ha). Secondly, through my hazy vision, I could tell that the audience was a bit older. Our seats were good enough for us to be able to take in the entire stage without having to squint at a 3 inch figure believed to be the lead singer. The lead singer of Jack's Mannequin, Andrew McMahon, is a bit of a rock star. Highlights from this show include him drinking out of a red party cup (that reinstated my buzz) and running up the stairs to the middle of the floor to get closer to fans with shitty seats. The band played 2 new songs, and a handful of tracks from Everything in Transit. My only gripe is that I would have loved to hear Last Straw but considering it's not on an album I didn't have much of a chance. Afterwards, being so naturally inclined to meet celebrities, we hung out at the bus. Not only did I get insider info from a roadie named Adrien ("I prefer to be called a guitar technician"), but I got my ticket stub signed by Andrew McMahon. Although he was a bit under the weather, he still stayed for 10 minutes to sign some autographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concert Grade: 3.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not hearing Last Straw significantly hurt Jack's Mannequin's overall score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk Grade: 4.0 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although I was denied a corona and a bus tour, I still maintained a great buzz throughout the night thanks to 5 o'clock and Red Bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Peace, Love, and Music!&lt;br /&gt;-Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jack's Mannequin photo via google.com. I am too lazy to upload my pictures right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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That in itself is a reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;School is going well. and work is work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at SBS has inspired me to comment upon a phenomenon I like to call "the uniform". Within the confounds of a public university, I have discovered a very unique dress code that is being used, despite the University not having any formal policy on clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all different types of people at Michigan State. The hipsters, the trend-setters, the people that look put together despite having a 'couldn't care less attitude'. All of these people seem to walk around campus flawlessly as I struggle to control my hair against gusts of wind and look semi-presentable in a Jack's Mannequin concert tee. How do these people get their flare? Their knack for fashion? The aura they give off that says "I don't care what I look like, but you know I look good." I want that. Is the key accessories? Fashion magazines dictating Hollywood's influence over the masses? Or is there, deep within society, a code that is so sacred, one cannot help but follow it? After careful observation I have determined that the last statement is without a doubt true. There is a uniform. A way of life, so to speak. To upset this uniform is to stand out in such a way that you look disheveled and uproariously different. I am about to dissect the various parts and forgive me while doing so because I think that to truly understand the uniform in a way that speaking about it sounds intelligently, one must be able to pull it off (and I can't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;North Face Fleece or Jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappos.com/images/725/7258534/6628-434665-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/725/7258534/6628-434665-d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have attempted twice to purchase and wear North Face fleeces I have failed miserably each time at looking "put together." My downfall is that I simply wear the North Flace fleece rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; it. There is a difference. This is widely misunderstood. The jacket and yourself must connect and be one with nature like a parasite becoming one with it's host animal. And the jacket is just the first part of the uniform from which all other parts build off of. Let us explore further into the code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chicbynature.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/basic-legging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.chicbynature.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/basic-legging.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out pants are not so cool anymore. For some time now, leggings have been all the rage. In fact, you can pair them with just about anything. My original understanding was that your shirt should be long enough to cover your bottom. However, people have also proven me wrong on this theory. Another misconception is that black North Face must be accompanied with black leggings. Wrong-o. I've been seeing people wear black with brown now like it's commonplace. Who would have thought? The point is, leggings aren't just for exercise anymore. Although my inside sources (In Touch magazine) reported a few weeks ago that leggings are out, tights are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boots with the Fur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a staple in the uniform. Without them, you will fall apart. My title says boots with the fur. Fur i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uggstore.com.au/images/snug_australia/classic_short_black_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://www.uggstore.com.au/images/snug_australia/classic_short_black_1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s, however, optional. I just felt like quoting a Flo Rida song. Regardless of what style boot, the brand must be Ugg. Any knock off or imitation will be frowned upon and immediately shunned. Aside from the humiliation of being deemed a 'wannabe', you will be going against the strict guidelines of the uniform policy. Uggs come in a wide variety, size and color. Don't make the mistake I did and assume that boots are only for winter either. Common sense says they are, but uniform sense says that these boots are A-ok to be paired with a summer time skirt and leggings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.frazzleberries.com/images/2-3-06/product2b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.frazzleberries.com/images/2-3-06/product2b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are the main bullet points of the uniform policy. Additional accessories are not frowned upon and certain brands will earn you extra points with the fashion police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After suiting up in these fine items, grab an oversized hand bag or tote to carry all that you need for the day (a sorority bag, Vera Bradley bag, or a Coach purse will do just fine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need a scarf I would suggest throwing a Burberry pattern around your neck and you will be ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. That's the trend of the Midwest. I eagerly scope out celebrities right now to see what the trends are and patiently await for them to take the midwest by storm so I can create a new description of a new unform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It only seems fit considering this year was jam packed with so much, celebrity-wise. My battery is at 18% right now, and I'm going to need to grab my charger before I even try to delve into the year that left Anna Nicole Smith dead and Lohan in jail for 83 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most Introspective Song of 2007: Crank  Dat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to wondering how a song that boasts that someone should "superman that hoe" could be so popular. Is it the catchy beat? The dance that is as easy to learn as it was a phenomenon at parties? Was it simply Soulja Boy's beautiful voice? Or does America as a whole (both men and women) enjoy the process that is involved when one is "su&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a375.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/25/l_3222b1c4ed4394d36e994c561fe23e7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://a375.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/25/l_3222b1c4ed4394d36e994c561fe23e7e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perman'd". I believe that the answer is a) and b) but not c) or d). But there is another link involved in why, I speculate, females like the song. It isn't because they themselves want to prance around with a bed sheet cape that defies gravity. It's because they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; the hoes. Or at least they would like to think so. Girls have tossed out 'sisterhood' a long time ago. This song lets them gang up with Soulja Boy in saying that "yeah, that hoe does deserve what's "coming" to her." I am deeming Crank Dat as most introspective song of 2007 because it made me realize that girls like this song, not for what they are, but for what they aren't and perhaps that is why it was such a hit. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch for in 2008: Another witty rapper including a sexual innuendo that involv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es Batman. (The Dark Knight will be released in the summer, perfect marketing scheme.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Show of 2007 to Watch while thos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e Writers Strike: The Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it real? Is it fake? No I'm not asking you about Heidi's breasts and nose, which we all know are fake. I'm posing the question about the show itself. This was quite a debate, as more and more tidbits of The H&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.culturedrift.com/websites/culturedrift/The%20hills.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.culturedrift.com/websites/culturedrift/The%20hills.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ills leaked, all questioning the validity of the show. The main concern is, who cares if it's real or fake? I don't. Do you? I figured out why people like watching LC and Heidi's drama. People would rather watch someone else's drama then go through their own battle of the ex-friends. It's exciting to see Lauren throw out some great one-liners like "she's on my frickin IM!" and "I want to forgive you, and forget you." Don't get me started on Elody, Heidi's co-worker and the break out star of the show ("you don't know the difference between right and wrong anymore, it's really sad."). On top of all of this, we all know someone in our lives that is a douche (for lack of better word) like Spencer. He reassures us that we are not the only ones putting up with someone as lame as him. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch for in 2008: An extended third season that will keep you up to date on most of your favorites. (We'll miss you Justin Bobby.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Tabloid Gossip: Jamie Lynn Spears is Pregnant, ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.570news.com/images/FEEDS/12/18/e121897A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 253px;" src="http://www.570news.com/images/FEEDS/12/18/e121897A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps America was giving her too much credit, but Jamie Lynn's pregnancy scandal shook everyone to the core. The day before the news broke, I had said that I believed JLS was the last person that could possibly get through to Britney Spears. But now that Jamie Lynn has her own problems to deal with, I retract my statement with shame. This story was a gift from the celebrity gossip gods. It was the last great piece of gossip in 2007 and the last thing I'll remember about the year in celebs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch for in 2008: &lt;/span&gt;Jamie Lynn giving birth to Sean Preston and Jayden James future playmate cousin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Concert Tour of 2007: John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this one to John Mayer, but perhaps I'm biased. All I'm saying is as far as production value goes, he was top-notch. He had 77 different shows scheduled in North America and I was lucky enough to witness it July 5th in Detroit. He's a big deal, let's face it right? But he still keeps it all about the music. John managed to outdo himself in a big arena setting while maintaining high energy and a great set-list. The best part about a John show aside from the music might be his banter  in between songs. Ending the show with an acoustic encore made the Palace of Auburn Hills almost feel intimate. Can't wait to catch this boy again in concert. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch for in 2008: John dropping a new album or releasing his concert DVD he filmed in LA this past month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Place to Visit 2007: Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lauren and Brody partied there. Sean Preston Spears partied there&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blavish.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/las-vegas-addition-6-21-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.blavish.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/las-vegas-addition-6-21-07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Britney flashed her shit there. Lohan cancelled her 21st there after her first DUI. All in all, Vegas had a great year. The stars came out and so did I. I can't say enough good things about Las Vegas. It is the best place in America. I left my heart there a long time ago and I'm just waiting to get it back one day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watch for in 2008: Starting with New Year's parties that will be off the hook, Vegas will continue to be a party destination for the entire year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Other highlights of this year aren't as positive. They include Britney shaving her head and Anna Nicole Smith dying. These are two events that, in years to come, when our children ask us where we were when we first heard the news we will be able to tell them instantly without our memory skipping a beat. For Britney's bald head, I was in a dorm room at MSU and for the latter piece of gossip I was in my psychol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ogy class when I heard someone mentioning it behind me. Paris going to jail was another amazing 2007 moment. Her release was just as thrilling, which spawned a Paris is Free party at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 145px; height: 108px;" alt="http://tastefulcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/britney-bald.jpg" src="http://tastefulcelebs.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/britney-bald.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 174px; height: 110px;" alt="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/graphics/packageart/mugshots/parismugshot1.jpg" src="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/graphics/packageart/mugshots/parismugshot1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 94px; height: 111px;" alt="http://cityrag.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/24/lindsay_lohan_mugshot.jpg" src="http://cityrag.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/07/24/lindsay_lohan_mugshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 75px; height: 112px;" alt="http://www.pastdeadline.com/images/anna_nicole_2.jpg" src="http://www.pastdeadline.com/images/anna_nicole_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 75px; height: 113px;" alt="http://poponthepop.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/vanessa-hudgens-poster.jpg" src="http://poponthepop.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/vanessa-hudgens-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know I haven't included it at all. I can't even begin to include it all. The year was marvelous as far as Hollywood was concerned, and while Lindsay may be reformed for 2008, let us never forget the drunk, cocaine loving party girl she was in the year of 2007. Heres to 2008 being even more stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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In case you haven't heard we are striking and we mean business. Yeah all of us writers are sick of it. What are we sick of? Corporate America and all of it's greed! That's what! We won't budge. So we are taking it to the picket line. I haven't had much time to do anything else except eat some pizza provided by Eva Longoria and chant outside while holding a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. Enough of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;. I'm clearly not striking, but I thought it might a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/cp/entertainment/071106/e110661A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/cp/entertainment/071106/e110661A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dd a little humor to an otherwise dismal situation: my lack of updates. But since I am on the topic of the writers strike, how about that, eh? I for one can't stand not to have newly updated Conan monologues and witty skits. The written material for Grey's Anatomy is slowly running out. My life is about to change. My grades will get better, while my entertainment will suffer. Is this a trade off I am willing to make? Bottom line: This strike has proven the point that the writers are the backbone of the show. Without them, the actors are just actors and not the characters they are portraying. How about we make a deal, ok producers? Give the writers some royalties. Without their work, you would have no show to broadcast online or sell in a nice packaged DVD box set at Best Buy. Please compromise soon for the sake of everybody involved (the viewers, the actors, the make-up artists, the cameramen, etc., etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got that out of the way, what's new? I guess I should start and end with what inspired me to write in my blog anyway. It may not be funny and it may not make you laugh but it will be real. And you will appreciate it for that, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got to thinking: what if life was like a well-behaved Microsoft word document? It's not always easy to write the perfect paper, just as life isn't always easily lived. But what if we were given some handy tools? A paper clip buddy that guides us along the way, never failing to alert us to the fact that we are starting a letter to someone or about to screw up royally. Not only could he alert us in real life, but offer a "how-to" of sorts to avoid failure. And if we did fail, or end up in a place we did not want we'd always have that un-do button. Sure you can only undo so many times, but some undos are better than no undos at all. What if life was like that? A couple clicks of one button th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.eit.ihk-edu.dk/subjects/mmi/paperclip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 233px;" src="http://www.eit.ihk-edu.dk/subjects/mmi/paperclip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at looks like an arrow pointing towards the past and voila! Everything is as though it had never been&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wellesley.edu/Computing/Office04/Powerpoint04/Images/undo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 42px; height: 29px;" src="http://www.wellesley.edu/Computing/Office04/Powerpoint04/Images/undo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; touched. Would we be more open to trying new things if we knew we could always undo them if the results were either unworthy or grammatically incorrect? Would being able to undo something so easily make us lazy in our analysis of what we should do when facing certain problems? Perhaps an undo button seems appealing because the easy way out can always be taken. We would never have to worry about what we should have or could have done. Or what if in life we could bold or italicize what we are feeling for emphasis? When talking about something truly important to us we would never have to wonder if our message is coming across clearly. All I am asking for is that life came with track changes. I could always fix certain things about myself, while viewing the old ways in which I did something. This way of comparison would undoubtedly lead to a better personality. One more thing, and this one is huge for me: grammar check. I'm sick of hearing people say "is" when they should say "are" or telling me they are "good" when they are actually "well". And if someone tells me they "seen" a movie instead of saw one, I may go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, life is what it is. There is no undo button, and correcting grammar will still have to be done verbally and condescendingly by the present grammar Nazi. There isn't always going to be a paper clip popping up asking if we would like assistance. Sometimes when something is really important to you, the only way to make that known is by well, making it known. Sounds obvious enough, but it's the only way to emphasize it's importance. I've learned that communication is the key to success with relationships and the lack of it usually leads to a downfall. My only advice would be to take chances, risk making a mistake regardless of not having an undo button, tell people what you think and do it often. On top of all of this, find someone that can act as a real life paper clip (as annoying as it can be sometimes, you just need one.) Trust me, it's not always so bad to have someone in your life popping up uninvited, offering their help and pointing you in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really wanted to say. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to write soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by soon I mean the next time procrastination creeps it's way into my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Yeah, I can't sleep. I blame it on the combination of my grande sized Starbucks latte earlier and a good amount of floor boards creaking above me, as well as Facebook being quite a distraction. What is the deal with Facebook? I seriously spent all day saying I had a load of work that had to be done and ended up accomplishing none of it. For shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to examine something I did today to pass my time in between Facebook stalking. I went on an MSU networking website, www.allmsu.com and found myself looking at the personal dating ads. I know, it is a bit embarrassing that I was even considerin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chipchick.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/1993699304_1999998198_internetlove337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://chipchick.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/1993699304_1999998198_internetlove337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g checking some people out through their online dating profile. Unfortunately, a portion of the guys I clicked on were gay, bisexual, or too old for me. Another unfortunate thing is that 100% of them had online dating profiles which means they are desperate and could also be creepy. But what does that make me for looking at them as well? The majority of people my age that are in relationships met in high school. It makes me wonder why, at a University with over 40,000 people, my friends and I don't have raging social lives and a date book overflowing with events.  Is there something wrong with us? Are people just not looking for a serious relationship right now? If I were ever to meet a potential mate, it scares me to know that due to my awkward nature, we would inevitable have a first awkward encounter, followed by many more I'm sure. All I'm saying is I'd be more than willing to meet some new people, and maybe go on a date to a local restaurant and cinema. However, I don't feel like making an online dating profile to lure in someone to do that with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I did today was buy Season 3 of Grey's Anatomy on DVD. Why? Does my busy schedule &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/GreysAnatomy/Images/GreysAnatomy-Season3-DVD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.thealmightyguru.com/Reviews/GreysAnatomy/Images/GreysAnatomy-Season3-DVD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even allow time for such a leisurely activity? Surely 7 discs packed with episodes would be quite time consuming. Time is something I have a shortage of lately. Why did I buy it? I blame it partly on my OCD and partly on peer pressure. My OCD kicks in and tells me that considering I own Seasons 1&amp;amp;2  I cannot allow myself to have an incomplete collection. Peer pressure is also established as roommates eagerly seek out the borrowing of said DVDs to pass the time/allow for procrastination. I dropped $50 and I'm not sure why but I'm not going to look back with anger or regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone catch the season finale of The Life of Ryan tonight? That show really gets&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lat34.com/_/Photo/Nonex500/ryan_sheckler-2006_orlando_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.lat34.com/_/Photo/Nonex500/ryan_sheckler-2006_orlando_5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; under my skin. Skateboarding, as far as I know (my knowledge is limited, what I do know about skateboarding has been learned from the Tony Hawk ps2 video games) is pretty cool. I see people riding boards to class on campus allof the time and a part of me is jealous of their fearless attitude towards the dangerous activity. Skateboarding opinions aside, Sheckler is a corny 17 year old that just sucks, straight up. There is no way around it. The way he draws out his narrations and his tone, gives the show an overall emo feeling that I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zoogstercostumes.com/images/products/ds3001_xl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 397px;" src="http://www.zoogstercostumes.com/images/products/ds3001_xl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just can't stomach. Just watch it and you as well will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is right around the corner and I'm hurting for a costume really badly. Creativity and originality always come into play when choosing a costume. Homemade or store bought, it has to be a bit impressive and always fun. I am running out of time to find that perfect thing to be. Halloween is similar to Christmas in that all year I think of all these things that I would love to be but when it comes time to pick one I can't think of a damn thing. This is like Christmas because all year I desperately want certain gifts, but at Christmas time my mind goes blank. Hopefully I can get it together and find a bomb costume (not a literally bomb costume, but a costume that is "da bomb" so to speak.) The baby costume to the right is pretty sweet ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look out for:&lt;br /&gt;-Britney's cd drops this month&lt;br /&gt;-Project Runway starting&lt;br /&gt;-Lohan's post-rehab behavior&lt;br /&gt;-a cold glass of Apple Cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off because I'm tired,&lt;br /&gt;Alexandra Elizabeth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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My mind and all of it's amazing ideas, thoughts, and ponderings would be a terrible thing to waste so I'm going to do the world a favor and renew my blog to greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My free time has drastically dropped since my lazy days of summer where I literally was not conscious before noon and if I was it was a rare occurrence. Right now I have 15 credits of class, and almost 15 or so hours of work a week. The good news is this gives me more things to observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more quick comment- It's crazy to go to class and really notice a lot of people in class. It happens at work too. A school that has about 40,000 students is becoming a lot smaller to me. For example, at my job, one of my coworkers was 1/2 of the infamous BUS COUPLE! You couldn't script my life better, it's seriously made for tv. Yes, the girl that spent her time riding the bus with her boyfriend and scratching dandruff out of his hair worked side by side with me. What was I to do? Talk to her? Tell her I tried to take pics of her on my camera phone everytime I rode the 31 just so I could post it on my internet blog? I did what anyone would do and ignored the situation. But on the inside I was laughing pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RvNZxZrQyaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2WPqxtqNS8I/s1600-h/Photo+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RvNZxZrQyaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2WPqxtqNS8I/s320/Photo+39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112528707236448674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambitions are great. I love to be ambitious and then accomplish something I really wanted to accomplish. For example, I wanted the grey sweatshirt that Lohan wore when she was passed out in the car and because I am so ambitious I finally got it. There is the point before you have something where you want it so badly, then there is the point afterwards where you decide if it was really worth it. For the most part, I feel a lot of shit isn't worth it, but that is so far from the truth with this sweatshirt. Best investment ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in a pretty fast paced world. I'm serious too. According to my ISB professo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foxnews.com/images/297740/2_68_062807_hilton_king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://www.foxnews.com/images/297740/2_68_062807_hilton_king.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r all of the scientific information we have doubles every month. It's impossible to keep up with. I wanted to tell him it's the same with celebrity gossip but I didn't know if he'd find that too credible. The point I'm trying to make is celebrity gossip is just phenomenal. Caring about people's lives, where they shop, who they are dating, what they did last Tuesday, and so on. It's fascinating. Don't bitch about Paris coverage on CNN. Watching Paris on CNN isn't hard. Not watching Paris on CNN is hard. Celebrities need to exist for my entertainment. To add&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20070920/0013729c050d085c5e5302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 108px;" src="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/entertainment/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20070920/0013729c050d085c5e5302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another valued point to the celebrity gossip spectrum: Everybody is always outdoing everybody. No seriously. I get a text message one  morning telling me that Lohan got a DUI and was found with cocaine. Surely this couldn't be true, could it? Didn't she JUST get a DUI a month ago? But it was true. This summer, Lohan topped herself. Just when you think nothing else can happen that is as interesting as Paris going to jail, Vanessa Hudgens has a nude photo scandal, Britney tanks at the VMA's and shit just continues to hit the fan. Celebrity gossip is a science in it's own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RvNagprQybI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8onEAI7UAWI/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RvNagprQybI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8onEAI7UAWI/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112529518985267634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I think about the new Real World? In a nut shell I feel that this cast is pretty good and entertaining. I can't stand Dunbar, and Isaac is kind of lame. Why isn't there a really hot guy on the show? Cohutta is cute. Kellyanne is fierce and I just can't stand Parisa. As far as the other two blondes, they look identical to me therefore I can't make comments on them. Although my opinions of all of them individually sound poor, as a whole they entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that this has taken so long, I'll try to devote more time soon....because this was quite pathetic. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3309334540110695039-6814685717801113139?l=kennyale.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kennyale.blogspot.com/feeds/6814685717801113139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3309334540110695039&amp;postID=6814685717801113139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309334540110695039/posts/default/6814685717801113139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3309334540110695039/posts/default/6814685717801113139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kennyale.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-reason.html' title='another reason'/><author><name>Kenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09356973519254501353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16623435043746222918'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpfKp5S2luI/AAAAAAAAAKE/smrCEmY0noY/s72-c/n505197486_27585_153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3309334540110695039.post-6346979827880775458</id><published>2007-07-13T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:43:26.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random sh!t</title><content type='html'>[Note] I was just typing up an entry in livejournal full of random musings when I realized that the content was more blog-appropriate than journal appropriate. I know, it's hard to tell sometimes because it's such a fine line but I finally determined that yes, this is a blog moment so I am i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wendylynchphotography.com/Maroon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 156px;" src="http://wendylynchphotography.com/Maroon5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mporting what I wrote from there into here, and adding some pics for the hell of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtney wanted to go see Maroon 5 when they kick off their tour at the Palace on September 29th. While I would normally be up for any concert, I just can't justify spending $50 on them. I'm all for cheap or free tickets (boys 2 men for example haha). I will spend a lot of money on someone if I am in love with them (John Mayer for example). Maroon 5 is good, I liked their old CD, i liked their new one..i just have no desire to see them live for $50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Lohan was quoted saying for her new cd she wants to go on a tour for it. Oh man, I would be there front row singing 'I LIVE FOR THE DAY' (my current ringtone). And also, don't knock Herbie Fully Loaded until you've seen it..it's good! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton was a guest on the View today. I don't get it. Ever&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.salon.com/ent/feature/2006/12/15/hilton/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 135px;" src="http://images.salon.com/ent/feature/2006/12/15/hilton/story.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yone thinks he is so mean, but I just find his comments to be immature or dumb half the time. It amazes me how worked up people can get from what he says. I don't really support him, or passionately hate him. He's kind of annoying..but whatever. Hollywood is such a high school scene. But I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/Rpe14pS2lrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BlFGAefzHI0/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/Rpe14pS2lrI/AAAAAAAAAJs/BlFGAefzHI0/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086734288900495026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thoughts- How can anyone stomach Spencer Pratt for longer than 2.5 seconds? He is hideous...hmm. that's all I have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Boys 2 Men tonight and was recently pointed out that the Boys have a grammatical error in one of my fave songs. The lyrics are as follows: Let's don't wait 'til the water runs dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this was pointed out, I did realize that yes, they always were saying "don't"  and did not dispute the fact. However, before that I just assumed it was 'let's NOT wait'....oh Boys, go back to high school English and then you can transform inII men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest addition to the Harry Potter franchise was released at the first minute on Wednesday to a huge crowd in Saginaw. From midnight showings alone the movi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.all4humor.com/images/files/Harry%20Potter%20Grows%20Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.all4humor.com/images/files/Harry%20Potter%20Grows%20Up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e banked $12 million. I thought it was pretty good, but a little lengthy which was expected (the books are huge). It also got pretty damn hot in that theatre as I was surrounded by throngs of people from my past. At a few moments of seriousness in the film, I will admit to being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; person in the theatre that laughed. Sometimes DanRad and Emma Watson just tried to be so serious that it was comical. I said it then and I'll say it again, when the 6 theaters full of people streamed out into the parking lot, I wanted to get everyone liquored up and blast some 93.7. It would have been the biggest party of the year--no century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you with some great youtubes that I have enjoyed watching. I hope you also enjoy. The first one is an amazingly well-produced, well-synced video called Dora The ExploraChola. The second video deserves an entire entry devoted to analysis of the lyrical content as well as a critique of R.Kelly and Usher's fine acting skills. This may come later, or not. For now, just enjoy it for what it's worth. Youtube is being weird for me right now so if the videos do not work, I'll fix it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEZEosWNWso"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEZEosWNWso" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqfJ5E1B1Oc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqfJ5E1B1Oc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I refuse to be the person to jump the gun too soon about what I want, what I need, Fall "Must-Haves", brand names and designer clutches. However, I always seem to find myself stumbling when asked what I want, once the sacred days of September 12th and December 25th roll around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I would like to be prepared. I want to take the time to plan a concise handbook of sorts. A list to top all lists. Some things may be unrealistic, but nothing will be too extravagant to be included. The list may start off small and have more items added as they are thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMQ1QLPkqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JmBqQXy0UJY/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 110px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMQ1QLPkqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JmBqQXy0UJY/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085426911292658338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first item has to be these extremely comfortable, soft Ugg slippers. I am not one for trends, and I certainly have held off on Uggs for as long as possible. However, one weekend up north found me slipping on Mike's man ugg slippers every chance I got. I am willing to compromise my image, and possibly sell out to 'wannabe' status for the sake of comfort. I am by no means the poster child for Uggs but I HAVE to have these. $75. &lt;a href="http://www.uggaustralia.com/ProductDetails.aspx?gID=w&amp;categoryID=181&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;productID=5130&amp;model=Cozy"&gt;Find them on the Ugg Website. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the worst of luck with digital cameras. I have gone through three in warp speed. I still stand by my claim that I had very little to do with the destruction of my last camera. With that being said, my blogging is less than amazing due to no digital mea&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMSPALPkrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WUK5Q3WACm4/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 142px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMSPALPkrI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WUK5Q3WACm4/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085428453185917618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ns of picture taking. Having this camera would jump start articles and make things a little more interesting. I am hesitant to buy a new one, but at the same time I have to have this camera. I personally am aware of two people that have this and I haven't heard anything bad about it. It is made by Casio and can be purchased at Wal-Mart. Listed as $171 online. &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=5634190"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning this hoodie would be like owning a piece of Hollywood Party Girl History. It's t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMS_QLPksI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5mhjB31y2FQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMS_QLPksI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5mhjB31y2FQ/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085429282114605762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he same sweatshirt Lohan was photograp&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/lindsay-lohan-passed-out-ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 112px;" src="http://www.celebrity-gossip.net/images/photos/lindsay-lohan-passed-out-ac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hed in the night her friend Samantha Ronson was carting her ass home. This was the weekend of Lohan's DUI and the last night of partying before her stint at Promises. I can even provide a picture for comparison. It's from American Apparel, for $40. &lt;a href="http://store.americanapparel.net/rsamt497w.html"&gt;Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMUFwLPktI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YAM8gpOhrgI/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 107px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMUFwLPktI/AAAAAAAAAJM/YAM8gpOhrgI/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085430493295383250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;member of the John Mayer Fan Club would look so good on a resume. Potential employers would know that I have a kick ass taste in music, a good sense of style, and enjoy life to the fullest. That is why I would like a membership to the Local-83 John Mayer Club. This would allow me to reap the benefits of pre-sale tickets to John concerts, among other things. It's a must-have for a die hard fan such as myself. It costs $24.92. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/johnmayer.com"&gt;John's website. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMVMQLPkuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/n0Ay2_Mtxwg/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMVMQLPkuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/n0Ay2_Mtxwg/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085431704476160738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviators, Urban Outfitters. $18 (or any other similar aviators).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMV0wLPkvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AsEgrGnUL80/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 209px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nF39YMKrDuA/RpMV0wLPkvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AsEgrGnUL80/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085432400260862706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun movies on DVD such as Freaky Friday, The Parent Trap, Crossroads, The Simple Life series...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techniqueshawaii.com/_library/images/images/dvd%20player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 96px;" src="http://www.techniqueshawaii.com/_library/images/images/dvd%20player.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;any random DVD player will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; Accessories such as bracelets, rings, necklaces, hats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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