<?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-994065574911453975</id><updated>2011-11-12T12:19:04.595-05:00</updated><category term='mexican food'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='comment'/><category term='feed'/><category term='attention'/><category term='viva'/><category term='Playlist'/><category term='phones'/><category term='ipod'/><category term='food'/><category term='eating'/><category term='U2'/><category term='book review'/><category term='skinned'/><category term='adriana'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='VACATION'/><category term='dedicated to'/><category term='texting'/><category term='kids'/><category term='Author of the Moment'/><title type='text'>So Far Gone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6072153508992990161</id><published>2011-11-11T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:17:47.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(THIS POST HAS MORE ART) This next song takes something that's not fun, math, and turns it into something offensive.</title><content type='html'>That's a Bo Burnham quote, by the way. I spent maybe an hour online today finding his 3 albums and downloading them and exporting them and opening them in iTunes and renaming them to normal, etc. I've gotten better at this whole thing. I didn't download it from YouTube, even, cause it takes forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sQzM7w_fQc/Tr2JLSjltEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-IBwjxGjavU/s1600/DSC00480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sQzM7w_fQc/Tr2JLSjltEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-IBwjxGjavU/s320/DSC00480.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pictures on the right side are my, like, references, the Nerd Wall, and the left is just pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGhWvS7W6U/Tr2Jb2SLYTI/AAAAAAAAAso/51OeajEVl3s/s1600/DSC00481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTGhWvS7W6U/Tr2Jb2SLYTI/AAAAAAAAAso/51OeajEVl3s/s400/DSC00481.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've only added two things since I last posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC02q5f582M/Tr2J_NC0H0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/nSozvTOncbI/s1600/DSC00482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DC02q5f582M/Tr2J_NC0H0I/AAAAAAAAAsw/nSozvTOncbI/s400/DSC00482.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my sibling's and I's interpretation of what the main characters of The Mysterious Benedict Society look like. I did Renny, Sticky, Kate, and Constance. My sister did a Sticky and a Kate, and my brother did a Sticky. This was in the car to New Jersey, and I cut it out and glued it all down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHq2WYWPaA4/Tr2KU1DiOcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LHS2hBLMDNU/s1600/DSC00483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHq2WYWPaA4/Tr2KU1DiOcI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LHS2hBLMDNU/s400/DSC00483.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What I made in Art last year, you might remember. It's a Starkid cartoon wheel. Which means that you can spin the wheels around and give Joey Richter's body Joe Walker's hair and Dylan Saunder's shorts. Yeah. Or Joe Moses can get Brian Holden's body, and then be shirtless, which is great. Anyway. I thought that it fits on the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlVOfsrj6ls/Tr2KqdyiTpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/KPaXD1rGRL8/s1600/DSC00484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TlVOfsrj6ls/Tr2KqdyiTpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/KPaXD1rGRL8/s400/DSC00484.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now onto just plain art. I've been doing a lot of painting recently and it's really fun. I'm gonna try and do someone I already know soon, so I can see how different it is, from like, drawing a sketch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3JiUp9hjqE/Tr2LZVxED3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/tYG9hEcuirM/s1600/DSC00485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3JiUp9hjqE/Tr2LZVxED3I/AAAAAAAAAtI/tYG9hEcuirM/s400/DSC00485.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is from awhile ago. I'm not sure, but I might have posted it already... whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr6xcRbVYl4/Tr2LozaYwgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/4m3bxe9NmOI/s1600/DSC00486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rr6xcRbVYl4/Tr2LozaYwgI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/4m3bxe9NmOI/s400/DSC00486.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These next ones I just did today. That's a tree. And some sort of face. I didn't realize it while I was doing the yellow face guy, but if you look carefully, he has two eyes on one side. the one that's shaped how it's supposed to be is not lined up with the other one, and the other one is just wrong. It looks right, though, when you just glance at the picture. So weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOTdBq1G8AQ/Tr2LyIV0iaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/PQBfwnPt4E8/s1600/DSC00487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOTdBq1G8AQ/Tr2LyIV0iaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/PQBfwnPt4E8/s320/DSC00487.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The top one is another yellow picture, but this is two different kinds of yellow. I actually really like it. The shadowing, etc. The next one I also like. I was cleaning my paint bored thing by wetting a paintbrush and leaving different colored water from the paint in each section of the board, and I got all these really pretty shades of brown so I decided to paint a picture. I couldn't get her mouth and then I ran out of red and it's counterproductive to get more paint out when you're CLEANING the board. You know. So I stopped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCDXz5mfQTE/Tr2L7ZZfg9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/TQBWZDVgU9M/s1600/DSC00488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qCDXz5mfQTE/Tr2L7ZZfg9I/AAAAAAAAAtg/TQBWZDVgU9M/s320/DSC00488.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's on a paper towel, which made it do all this leaky stuff. It was freaking awesome.&amp;nbsp;CAPILLARY&amp;nbsp;ACTION WHOOOOOOOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now you're all caught up. Bo Burnham. Painting pictures. Weekend. All good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6072153508992990161?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6072153508992990161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-post-has-more-art-this-next-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6072153508992990161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6072153508992990161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-post-has-more-art-this-next-song.html' title='(THIS POST HAS MORE ART) This next song takes something that&apos;s not fun, math, and turns it into something offensive.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6sQzM7w_fQc/Tr2JLSjltEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/-IBwjxGjavU/s72-c/DSC00480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-998053318637022653</id><published>2011-10-19T21:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:20:21.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sadddddd dot com slash sold out dot html!</title><content type='html'>i'm depressed because i didn't tell you but i thought that i could almost go to the s.p.a.c.e. tour thing by starkid in n.y.c. and i convinced my dad pretty much then i went to buy tickets and they were sold out and i was sad and then i was really&amp;nbsp;disappointed,&amp;nbsp;disproportionately&amp;nbsp;so with how long i wanted this this is all i've wanted for the past 48 hours, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried really hard to make that a run on sentence, kay? It was difficult. You wanna know how many words i mispelled in the first draft of that sentence? Yeah, no, you don't. I'm so horrible. It's a miracle my English teacher likes me at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-998053318637022653?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/998053318637022653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/sadddddd-dot-com-slash-sold-out-dot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/998053318637022653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/998053318637022653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/sadddddd-dot-com-slash-sold-out-dot.html' title='sadddddd dot com slash sold out dot html!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5487527501712886706</id><published>2011-09-30T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:13:53.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By the way, I'm proud of this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kQYtjR4HjI/ToZKyQqHxII/AAAAAAAAAig/tAli_pw_ED4/s1600/DSC00456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kQYtjR4HjI/ToZKyQqHxII/AAAAAAAAAig/tAli_pw_ED4/s320/DSC00456.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;YOU SEE HOW CURLY MY HAIR IS? FRENCH BRAID+SLEPT OVER NIGHT+NEW FRENCH BRAID+HAIRSPRAY+WHOLE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toACwrptR-c/ToZK8uOY2JI/AAAAAAAAAik/N6y4iP9eq_I/s1600/DSC00459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-toACwrptR-c/ToZK8uOY2JI/AAAAAAAAAik/N6y4iP9eq_I/s320/DSC00459.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am happy in this picture, trust me. And yeah, my hair is curly. Seriously happy with this. Shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-5487527501712886706?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5487527501712886706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/by-way-im-proud-of-this.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5487527501712886706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5487527501712886706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/by-way-im-proud-of-this.html' title='By the way, I&apos;m proud of this.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0kQYtjR4HjI/ToZKyQqHxII/AAAAAAAAAig/tAli_pw_ED4/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3583704578365318075</id><published>2011-09-29T22:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:11:50.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on My Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuwtMubWRA/ToUgzj0spKI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5YNYGjDiuIA/s1600/DSC00454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuwtMubWRA/ToUgzj0spKI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5YNYGjDiuIA/s400/DSC00454.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't posted any new pictures of my nerd wall in awhile, and a lot of new stuff is up. Markus Zusak and Patrick Ness, mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SipteTi0B8E/ToUgHB3eSYI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2_wtMRSqSsk/s1600/DSC00450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SipteTi0B8E/ToUgHB3eSYI/AAAAAAAAAiI/2_wtMRSqSsk/s320/DSC00450.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fighting Reuben Wolfe/Getting the Girl, Markus Zusak. Same picture, one in color, one not. Which one do you like more? I don't really know. In real life, the pencil one looks more dirty. But I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4na91Rh-8ek/ToUgSM3IUAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VMvp5p6xCSo/s1600/DSC00451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4na91Rh-8ek/ToUgSM3IUAI/AAAAAAAAAiM/VMvp5p6xCSo/s320/DSC00451.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HP In a Week Reading Marathon chart. Notice how I mostly finished in the 2-3AM range. Ah, Summer. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qh3A7fFo_kI/ToUgcc0j62I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWEDHYnFIaI/s1600/DSC00452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qh3A7fFo_kI/ToUgcc0j62I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/dWEDHYnFIaI/s320/DSC00452.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Only the best book in the world. The Knife of Never Letting Go, Patrick Ness. Not kidding about it being the best book in the world. Yeah, better than The Book Thief. But weirder too. Deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMIHMQShHlQ/ToUflVbBP-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-eT7qYtHCR8/s1600/DSC00449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMIHMQShHlQ/ToUflVbBP-I/AAAAAAAAAiA/-eT7qYtHCR8/s320/DSC00449.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Drunk Text Message to God, Watsky. That poem I memorized, 'member? You can test me on it. Or just ask Maggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSS3dRiG8MA/ToUfQwmXupI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VG4wloJmIGw/s1600/DSC00447.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XSS3dRiG8MA/ToUfQwmXupI/AAAAAAAAAh4/VG4wloJmIGw/s320/DSC00447.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That Dr. Who picture is finally up there. I showed it to you before. Yeah. Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMB7B7eGPR4/ToUjQlm8IAI/AAAAAAAAAic/r1ODHSAkDTI/s1600/DSC00448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LMB7B7eGPR4/ToUjQlm8IAI/AAAAAAAAAic/r1ODHSAkDTI/s320/DSC00448.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Great Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald. Green Light. Off the dock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kb7kV5syvHg/ToUgmBC7hqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bJsrvT5rHxA/s1600/DSC00453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kb7kV5syvHg/ToUgmBC7hqI/AAAAAAAAAiU/bJsrvT5rHxA/s320/DSC00453.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last but not least. That's a part of some art by some guy at Dia:Beacon, a modern art museum somewhere in New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy. By the way, it was a week. I'm just a pathetic blog poster. Ally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3583704578365318075?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3583704578365318075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/update-on-my-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3583704578365318075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3583704578365318075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/update-on-my-wall.html' title='Update on My Wall'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjuwtMubWRA/ToUgzj0spKI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5YNYGjDiuIA/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6050983422622394529</id><published>2011-09-27T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:03:45.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>math homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40LKwBBa5ZY/ToKATKo4gEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/86NbvN8xkIQ/s1600/math1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40LKwBBa5ZY/ToKATKo4gEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/86NbvN8xkIQ/s320/math1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Ffi1r7uMo/ToKAUddxRLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xHMD41OTPkQ/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-Ffi1r7uMo/ToKAUddxRLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/xHMD41OTPkQ/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha, people forgot. I'm a nice person. Don't try and cheat. Really. That's stupid. Of you. Because my answers are wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6050983422622394529?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6050983422622394529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/math-homework.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6050983422622394529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6050983422622394529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/math-homework.html' title='math homework'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-40LKwBBa5ZY/ToKATKo4gEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/86NbvN8xkIQ/s72-c/math1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2958855502224863785</id><published>2011-09-24T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:39:40.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Queens</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, so this is a book I haven't talked about yet that I wanted to. Kinda like Grassroots, but it's a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you need to know about this book is that it has an amazing cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP4JwTdT19U/TfgxzQKN6SI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zkncvppphIM/s640/BeautyQueens.jpg" width="419" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You SEE that awesome?? That's a bullet chain of LIPSTICK, people. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This book, simply explained, is pretty much Lord of the Flies with teenage, image-obsessed girls. It starts with a plane crash of Miss Teen Dream (a beauty contest) contestants. People die. There are surviviors. And commercial breaks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's one of those books where you're not sure if it's actually happening IRL. You know? Have you read that book about an evil genius who wants to be your class president or something, where you have no idea if he's kidding or not about things? It's kind of like that. It's set some time in the future, and there's this major&amp;nbsp;Corporation&amp;nbsp;that does everything, and pretty much sets everyone's dreams and view of what's wanted and whatever. But like, the&amp;nbsp;commercial&amp;nbsp;breaks (I'm not lying about those, they have commercial breaks every so often.) are kind of odd. They, like, say things that if they were said on TV NOW wouldn't work or be totally ironic. Like, the mom saying things like, "I need you to look good or else I wouldn't be able to parade you in front of my neighbors." Except more degrading than that? I don't have the book anymore, sorry. Can't look it up. Or stuff about how this product, made to take off lady mustaches, also can be used to like, clean your bathroom or something. Stuff you don't really say to your customers. It's odd. But awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really&amp;nbsp;hilarious. Ally's favorite girl was Tiana, Miss.... actually I forgot her state. I really reallly really loved Taylor, Miss Texas, because she was SO unbelievable. Everything she did or said wasn't anything anyone would ever do or say, sorry about this sentence. And then she goes crazy.... sorry not giving that away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also really awesome how they continued to, kind of, compete, there. Like, Shanti hated Nicole on principal because they were both not white, and the corporation would not let an Indian AND an African-American in the finals. (Tiana: I thought you said The Corporation wasn't racist? Both: Bitch, please.) And Taylor keeps practicing and getting everyone to practice after the crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really good book. I hope you read it. Actually, I hope, that when you read it, you enjoy it. Because you're going to read it. It's so good, seriously. Really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I leave you with (puppies humping things, Ally?) a picture that I found by... well I can't tell you where I found it because it's Ally Week and it's one of the banned subjects but I found it and I think it represents my life/future well as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="true." src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj0j8ldfAB1qhsgrbo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals seminar, in Lindsey's words, was "shit." I don't totally agree, but it did make me nervous. In a have-you-seen-this-venn-diagram,-i'm-screwed,-yo,-what-do-i-want-to-do-with-my-life-???? way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2958855502224863785?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2958855502224863785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/beauty-queens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2958855502224863785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2958855502224863785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/beauty-queens.html' title='Beauty Queens'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gP4JwTdT19U/TfgxzQKN6SI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zkncvppphIM/s72-c/BeautyQueens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4564248325805771935</id><published>2011-09-22T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:55:23.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Ally</title><content type='html'>I promised I would dedicate a WEEK of online behavior to Ally, who says she feels confused about everything I post, since it's pretty much tons of BOOKS and YOUTUBE and MOVIES and other references that.... yeah.... only I understand, mostly. And I meant to do this week awhile ago, but I kept forgetting, or didn't even have time to post, or whatever. I haven't posted in forever, by the way, sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is, this next week is, like, National Ally Mirin week. I'm not allowed to say anything on Blogger (or POST anything ON MY BUZZ (I CAN COMMENT ON OTHERS THOUGH, KAY?)) about things like Alex Day, Charlieissocoollike, Nerdfighters, books she hasn't read, Very Mary Kate (but she should watch them, so she does understand them, because they're&amp;nbsp;fantastically&amp;nbsp;hilarious in a totally stupid way. but&amp;nbsp;hilarious. god.) wait, before the week starts, I need to say something: TODAY at the seminar thing the guy mentioned this guy, Henry Green, yeah, and that's also John Green's kid's name. By the way. he's sooooo cute. Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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Thought I'd mention that the name came up. It had nothing to do with this, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now Ally Week OFFICIALLY starts. Bye. I'll post something real later, but now I have to do Biology homework. You understand, yeah, Ally? You have homework too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4564248325805771935?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4564248325805771935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/dedicated-to-ally.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4564248325805771935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4564248325805771935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/dedicated-to-ally.html' title='Dedicated to Ally'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2705661929050219211</id><published>2011-09-08T15:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T15:20:11.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what Livvy is unaccustomed to/hates!</title><content type='html'>EXERCISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to collapse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually? That's a lie. It feels pretty good, NOW. It was horrible a second ago. Now I'm just.... Mildly overworked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all the way around the block, up Turkey Hill, without stopping! Look it up on google maps! Actually, don't, then you'll know that I'm proud of biking &lt;i&gt;three&lt;/i&gt; miles. But Turkey Hill is a hill! And this is the best I've ever done. I've always had to stop to like, drink water or something stupid like that. Rest my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just sharing that minor accomplishment that I'm disproportionately proud of. Whateva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2705661929050219211?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2705661929050219211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/guess-what-livvy-is-unaccustomed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2705661929050219211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2705661929050219211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/guess-what-livvy-is-unaccustomed.html' title='Guess what Livvy is unaccustomed to/hates!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7341820985854944009</id><published>2011-09-02T11:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:07:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>going to unirondack in two minutes just want to tell you it's gonna be awesome i brought like 20 books and when i get back i'm talking about Beauty Queens okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7341820985854944009?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7341820985854944009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-to-unirondack-in-two-minutes-just.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7341820985854944009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7341820985854944009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/going-to-unirondack-in-two-minutes-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4194199582405500578</id><published>2011-08-30T04:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T04:39:43.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not the nicest way to show you care, dudes.</title><content type='html'>(Alternate title: Of School and Swearing)&lt;br /&gt;They messed up my freaking schedule again. &lt;br /&gt;It cost a lot of effort up there to type the "rea" instead of just that one vowel. I told you it's getting worse. Can we get back to the point? The point is the highschool hates me and no matter how many times I allow myself to virtually curse I would not be able to express how pissed off I am at it. There is no excuse. Absolutely no excuse. I filled out the stupid form, changing FRENCH to German, ALGEGBRA to Geometry, English 9 and Social Studies to Humanities or Global or whatever the * we're taking this year, and DDP to Studio Art and Study Hall to Lunch. I filled out the stupid form! I got my parent's signature! We freaking WENT TO THE HIGHSCHOOL and talked to the girl, and she promised it would be fixed and it's NOT. Ahhh they're so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY, DO THEY NOT WANT ME TO GO? This is the most ridiculous, unwelcome welcoming into a new school I can imagine. Maybe I'm overreacting. I'm probably/definitely overreacting. But it matters to me. And it feels pretty much sorta incredibly rude on their part. Insulting and all.  Can't they just make sure a freshman doesn't have the wrong schedule, doesn't start school hating the administration, doesnt start school INCREDIBLY CONFUSED, HAVING BEEN TO GUIDANCE TWO TIMES BUT STILL NOT KNOWING WHERE THE * ANYTHING IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not taking Studio Art, instead have another * Study Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Second semester, guess what, I have Gym everyday. Like, 3rd Period on 1,3,5 days and 7th on 2,4,6. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so... Ahhhhh... I don't even know. Just pissed in general. The while censorship thing was much harder, trust me, when my parents just got the schedule thing. And I was in front of THEM. Do you find it odd how it's perectlh acceptable, if horrible and douchey, of your parents to swear, but you could never dream of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about putting you though that mostly internal rant. And the whole swearing thing. I don't know, it's mattering to me. It's interesting to think about, frustrating to live through. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* fill in the blanks. I have three options from here. 1) put the asterisk. Or an exclaimation mark! 2) just cut off in the middle of the sentence, leave the word out. 3) avoid getting angry in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to end it like this, really, but yeah. I'm not happy. Pretty angry. And I'm slowly starting to explode. So now we're all caught up, !.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4194199582405500578?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4194199582405500578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-nicest-way-to-show-you-care-dudes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4194199582405500578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4194199582405500578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-nicest-way-to-show-you-care-dudes.html' title='not the nicest way to show you care, dudes.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6539659388269836220</id><published>2011-08-21T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:14:53.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my gmail status says it all</title><content type='html'>By the way, for the lazy people, this is my gmail status:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the world is mine... (i don't know anything) somebody needs to donate a large fortune to me so my music obsession can be funded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much my life. I need money to buy more CDs. You see, I enjoy listening to this whole page of music: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://alexdaymusic.com/music/"&gt;http://alexdaymusic.com/music/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is, it doesn't play on iPods. Which is where I listen to music. After awhile, I like actually having it on my iPod so I don't have to do it on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just download it off of YouTube, but I feel bad about that, because I love Alex Day and have listened to all of his YouTube videos and think he's hilarious and want him to be able to continue to afford the "flat" he shares with Charlie. So I don't want to steal music from him, is my point. Plus, Bo Burnham told me that you would get AIDS if you stole music. It's proven. (no it's not.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have any money to buy 2-5 albums with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone just has to buy them for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't gonna happen, though, I've accepted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why someone just needs to suddenly realize that they don't need money and give it to me! &amp;nbsp;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this "end-with-a-totally-unrelated-topic" thing to become a thing, but:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, Pottermore needs to get a better server. Almost every time I've been on it, just to check on it and all, it's crashed. Just saying. That's kinda pathetic. What's gonna happen when the whole world tries to get on in October?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="http://www.visualphotos.com/photo/1x4163000/computer_screen_exploding_700-00049127.jpg" width="588" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6539659388269836220?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6539659388269836220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-gmail-status-says-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6539659388269836220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6539659388269836220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-gmail-status-says-it-all.html' title='my gmail status says it all'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1055237214541612957</id><published>2011-08-18T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T23:42:55.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>some things that excited me, probably not you, but that's okay</title><content type='html'>I had an excellent day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hi, right, yeah, I'm Olivia, you might have forgotten, I haven't said anything in forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Today was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;I think this is gonna be really hard for you all to read, sorry. I'm going back and putting some more enters so that it's a little easier. It's long. I HAVEN'T SAID ANYTHING HERE FOR AWHILE, THOUGH, SO READ IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 9 freaking 30 (actually, this was a horrible start to my day) because I had to CLEAN MY ROOM but it gets better from here because I finished a book then, which was actually a bad book, but see, it was a good thing, because I finished it, and I didn't have to read it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really not sounding like a good day, god. It gets better, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then I made a quesadilla with corn in it, and it was awesome. Did you know that corn is really good in quesadillas when you make them with chicken and salsa and cheese as well, and cook them with some oil on the bottom? Well, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I watched a little Alex Day, because I'm trying to watch every single one of his videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you HEAR the English accent in my voice? I swear, between him, and Kate Nash, and Lily Allen, and Harry Potter, and all these other English accents in my life (plus Damien from the Glee Project, Oliver from Project Runway, and Anya from Project Runway, Irish, English-Chinese and Trinidad-and-Tobagan, respectively.) I'm just feeling so odd when I hear other voices. Like, you know, American. Which is where I live. But now I hear English in my head sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I know. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I decided to go to the Community Center and I sat there and listened to my OH MY GOD NEW MUSIC REMEMBER GEORGE WATSKY? It was the first time that Bandcamp actually worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know what Bandcamp is, it's a music site, sorta, where artists put their songs and either sell them or give them for free. For example, AVPM/AVPS was "free," but apparently if too many people try and get the music, if the product is too popular, you have to give a dollar to Bandcamp, which is kind of stupid, really. So I always had to drag &amp;nbsp;my parent's credit card into it and, you know, I have the audacity to complain about having spent 2 dollars on 2 of the most hilarious albums on Earth.... life sucks, you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But TODAY, I got two albums off Bandcamp, both George Watsky, one called "A New Kind of Sexy," which is more recent, and another called "Guilty Pleasures," which is older, and they were both ACTUALLY free! You will not believe how freaking happy that made me! Honestly, I was in a good mood for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went up to the Community Center, listened to some Watsky (he don't need a goddamn emcee name) and&amp;nbsp;simultaneously (wow, audacity, simultaneously, I'm so smart, no? It would be better if I could spell either of them right the first time.) made another piece of art for my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-i-like-borderline.html"&gt;wall&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I'll have to take a picture of it, and my HP chart, and my Dr. Who picture). It's not really art, just words. The words to a poem by George Watsky, actually. Can you tell I like him? Yeah. I've told you about this poem, it's not a rap, like the songs on the CDs, it's an actual poem, and it's called Drunk Text Message to God, and I've succeeded in memorizing it, so I wrote it from memory. SKILL. Haha. The writing is really small so it all fits on half a page and from a distance looks sort of odd-gray, which'll be nice on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to help at the UU Recycling sale. Its awesome, ya'll should go, because I'm southern. Um. But. It's really good, and I love looking for clothes in those piles. We didn't actually have to help, which just added to my fun, so I spent the time looking through the clothing and you know what I FOUND????? A BRIGHT HOT PINK DRESS THAT FITS ME PERFECTLY DID I MENTION IT'S BRIGHT PINK? Now I don't normally wear pink, but that's okay, because this dress was awesome and I loved it, plus, because the Recycling Sale rocks, it was 4 dollars. I'm planning on going back soon and buying more clothes (if you don't remember, this was wear I got that (in)famous leather jacket and that pink skirt, and something else I think too, I don't remember. Oh yeah, the SMILEY TIE) and I'm also gonna buy some fabric, which was for &amp;nbsp;some reason labeled "tablecloths." People are stupid, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait, but the day didn't end with an amazing pink dress. We went to the commons and saw the Gunpoets perform. I had seen them at Grassroots, which you know I still haven't and probably never will talk about, and I LOVED them and wanted their CD ever since and kinda regretted not getting it and all, and it was an AWESOME show and yeah. I bought the CD. Actually, I guilted my dad into buying it for me. Because I'm cheap, still. Maybe I'll use the money I didn't spend on this CD on TFIOS. Interesting idea. BUT THE POINT IS, I HAVE THE CD AND YEAH. ALSO, AS SOON AS I HAD THE CD IN MY HAND THEY STARTED PLAYING ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL, PART &amp;nbsp;TWO REMIXED&amp;nbsp;this is hard to read&amp;nbsp;and it was all just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Viva and ate&amp;nbsp;Enchiladas. Then I came home and watched Project Runway, and the person I wanted to lose out got out. Then/Now I'm writing on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, today rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is play practice again, yay! We're almost done with blocking the whole thing. Anna, don't worry, you'll catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I've gone from "not swearing enough" to "swearing too often" in a very short period of time. In my head, at least. I always manage to keep it in. But still. In my mind, it's just a word, right? And it is. Desensitized and all that. But see, I'm sure my parents wouldn't see it like that. Or my siblings. So yeah. I'm gonna blame it on Alex Day. And maybe the fact that I watched my second R Rated movie (god, I'm SO PATHETIC) illegally, and I liked it a lot because Natalie Portman was in it and she's pretty cool. No Strings Attached. This is off topic.&lt;br /&gt;I just casually say swear words in my head, and then, like, am about to say what I just thought, and realize that I can't actually do that. Still trying. Trying right now to keep this blog CLEAN. Alex (True), squeaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should just disregard that last paragraph, actually, because I'm going to do a review of My Immortal soon! I've talked about it &lt;a href="http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-immortal-worst-fanfiction-ever.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt;, but I can again, yeah? Ah, English. Accent. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1055237214541612957?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1055237214541612957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-things-that-excited-me-probably.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1055237214541612957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1055237214541612957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/some-things-that-excited-me-probably.html' title='some things that excited me, probably not you, but that&apos;s okay'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6410907969097333991</id><published>2011-08-10T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T17:56:30.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things-That-I-Like-Borderline-Obsessively</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAJQ7pXz3Ow/TkLtmPCzdkI/AAAAAAAAAhc/N6dltofbo2A/s1600/Wall2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAJQ7pXz3Ow/TkLtmPCzdkI/AAAAAAAAAhc/N6dltofbo2A/s320/Wall2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_M2g5Kzoks/TkLtkYUcdAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ToDrEdQOaS4/s1600/Wall.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_M2g5Kzoks/TkLtkYUcdAI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ToDrEdQOaS4/s320/Wall.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've kind of sort of mentioned that I'm decorating my wall nerdy-style. Well, not nerdy-style, really, but just general things-that-I-like-a-lot-borderline-obsessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGBOQGX0pyI/TkLtd6q2jTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XShs-yC9QW4/s1600/CoS%252C+HHGTTG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGBOQGX0pyI/TkLtd6q2jTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/XShs-yC9QW4/s320/CoS%252C+HHGTTG.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9d3sL08dCbU/TkLtbOAjF3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Mtd6_aZIIt8/s1600/Alex+Day%252C+HP.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9d3sL08dCbU/TkLtbOAjF3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Mtd6_aZIIt8/s320/Alex+Day%252C+HP.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Above left is a picture I drew of the scene in The Chamber of Secrets when Harry Ron, and Hermione see the words and the pool&amp;nbsp;after&amp;nbsp;coming back from the library or something. I was reading it, and I was just like, OMG I need to see this IN CRAYON on my wall. Also in that picture, below the HP one, is a sketch of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Above right is that picture of Alex Day that doesn't really look like Alex Day but I like anyway. Above that is a stippling version of the Harry Potter 7 cover. In pink-purple. Ohhhhhh yeahhhh. Hahaha. I really like&amp;nbsp;stippling, it's just it takes forever to draw something with it. I did that one in a car where there was nothing better to do, so yeah. Plus it's small. I really like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CoWKSMgvQWs/TkLthCQp_6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Px1blYnKayw/s1600/Dr.+Who.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CoWKSMgvQWs/TkLthCQp_6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Px1blYnKayw/s320/Dr.+Who.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one isn't actually on the wall yet, my Grandma wanted it. I just need to print out this picture of it and then I'll put it on. It's a picture of Dr. Who and the girl. Aw, I already forgot her name. I need to watch some more of them. It's copied from the picture down on the side at this site:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchdoctorwhoepisodes.com/1-rose/" style="color: #1c51a8;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;watchdoctorwhoepisodes.com/1-&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;rose/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Like, advertising the first season or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXWZ7tQZfsY/TkLtiS_vC4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/9UvoC20gCSA/s1600/Pretty+Little+Liars.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wXWZ7tQZfsY/TkLtiS_vC4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/9UvoC20gCSA/s320/Pretty+Little+Liars.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8-zRKNCRpg/TkLtniMlnmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RS8bszG8Awg/s1600/Wheezy%252C+Basilisks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8-zRKNCRpg/TkLtniMlnmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/RS8bszG8Awg/s320/Wheezy%252C+Basilisks.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above Left is a really rough line drawing/sketch of the cover of my Pretty Little Liars book, also the shot used for the TV Show picture. It's really simple, but I dunno. It also somehow looks like them.&lt;br /&gt;Above Right is a picture of Wheezy Waiter, aka Craig Benzine, who's super awesome. He's on&amp;nbsp;YouTube, naturally, and is hilarious. IT ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE HIM more than the Alex Day one, at least. He's saying "Explosion" because has this kinda-sorta-a-thing-thing that's Explosion Wednesday where he blows stuff up, in his animation studio, anyway. Is that a thing I think I'll make it a thing. Above that is my card that shows the astonishing&amp;nbsp;revelation&amp;nbsp;that I CAN'T BE KILLED BY A BASILISK. Especially because of the proof given by Colin Creevy, looking through a camera lens, I know that looking at everything through glasses will protect me from ever dying from looking at a Basilisk. A great comfort, I'm sure. I can only be petrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more thing I've put up since taking these pictures, and it's the chart I made to chart my progress on the Harry Potter in a Week challenge, which I COMPLETED, BY THE WAY. CELEBRATION. But yeah, that's up there now too, even though it's not really art. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, just a bonus, this is a picture of a pillow I found in my Nana's house. I'm sure she doesn't see it that way, but to me, it's kind of a little incest-y. It made me laugh. And then no one got it. So I felt a little stupid. And not able to explain myself with little siblings and old people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DP-WlT4urXM/TkLtpVlpp7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/awBbQjxFtmA/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DP-WlT4urXM/TkLtpVlpp7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/awBbQjxFtmA/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6410907969097333991?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6410907969097333991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-i-like-borderline.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6410907969097333991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6410907969097333991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-i-like-borderline.html' title='Things-That-I-Like-Borderline-Obsessively'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nAJQ7pXz3Ow/TkLtmPCzdkI/AAAAAAAAAhc/N6dltofbo2A/s72-c/Wall2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2390854860659614349</id><published>2011-08-09T02:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T02:30:00.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="photo.JPG" height="400" src="https://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=f86cea62a9&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=130d2a44e8269495&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=thd&amp;amp;zw" width="298" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2390854860659614349?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2390854860659614349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/photojpg.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2390854860659614349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2390854860659614349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/photojpg.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7846529782560133968</id><published>2011-08-06T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:38:29.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be writing/reading crap</title><content type='html'>Quick update: I'm on the sixth book. I'm being affected by this series much more than I was all the other times I've read them (crying, lauging, catching myself CLAPPING IRL i'm so odd.) More latter. I'm noticing a lot of new things, especially in the fifth book, which I really hadn't remembered that well/read in awhile. On to six. I think I'll know this one more, it was my favorite. So far, though, this time, I really enjoyed the first one. I don't know. And the second one. And the third one. And the fourth one, oh my god. Harry's too much of an idiot in five, I have to say. Hermione rules, though. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably talk about this later, when I am allowed to be. I need to finish this script NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's doing a tri tomorrow. Like,&amp;nbsp;triathlon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut. It's layered now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I realized the other day? I need to start working on my Halloween costume. I don't know what I want to be. See, I really want to MAKE the costume for Queen Elizabeth, but I don't really want to BE Queen Elizabeth for Halloween. I'll have to look at my list of suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wizard going as a muggle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hermione (that's a lot of black robes)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;something using my hippie skirt that I never got to wear because of the heat. I never even got around to talking about Grassroots here, did, I? God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;um I don't know. Luna Lovegood could be fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how about something that's NOT harry potter related?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do have other obsessions, you know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go as a nerdfighter. Nah, not enough costume.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm ooh, I should reread 1984 and GO AS ONE OF THOSE CHASTITY PEOPLE! YOU KNOW, WITH THE BELTS? ANYONE REMEMBER? THE SWORN VIRGINS OR SOMETHING? THE MAIN GIRL DID IT AS A JOKE, I THINK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yay, I'm out of capslock. Um. Um. Someone from a scott westerfeld book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;manhattan society woman. have you read The Luxe? It was awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a jersey girl. God, no. That's a horrible impression to leave on teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are doing something for Halloween, right? We don't grow out of it yet? Good, because I really enjoy making costumes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maybe I'll be lady gaga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given it any thought?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done here. Listen to the stuff from my last post. Especially Watsky. He is.... ahh. Poetry. I've almost got Drunk Text Message to God memorized!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7846529782560133968?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7846529782560133968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-should-be-writingreading-crap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7846529782560133968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7846529782560133968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-should-be-writingreading-crap.html' title='i should be writing/reading crap'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4728652191676155105</id><published>2011-08-03T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T17:31:06.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music BECAUSE I'M BUSY READING/DECORATING WALL</title><content type='html'>I have like three other posts I want to make, talking about HP IN A WEEK marathon and my new closet door wall decorations but I don't have time so I'm just going to leave you all with some music. Listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/f2-4PTjB7Do/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2-4PTjB7Do&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f2-4PTjB7Do&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Used in the most recent Pretty Little Liars episode, which I sorta kinda watch now. I need to read the books and then the series description for the first few seasons to actually watch. But for now, sorta kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/fczPlmz-Vug/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fczPlmz-Vug&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fczPlmz-Vug&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOVE THIS SONG. LOVE HER VOICE. Kind of a weird/bad/stupid video. But. AWESOME SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/EC76b0VZQog/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EC76b0VZQog&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EC76b0VZQog&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorta a similar sound. But yeah. I like this one a lot too. The music video makes me like it less, though. Sad. Why is she flying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/dVSm_QsHwcU/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVSm_QsHwcU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVSm_QsHwcU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, now THIS is creepy. I'm not showing the actual video here, because it will scare you off. It's a beautiful sounding song. But the lyrics? Hmmm I'll find you and I'll kill you. I'll find you and I'll kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the end of melodic sounding songs. Now on to some rap/poetry. As I told Anna the other day, I'm addicted to this guy's voice. I heard him live at VidCon (not that I was there-Through the computer, silly) and fell in love with his stuff. You heard of def poetry? Spoken word? Yeah. And rap. Pale boy raps so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/I6XLswqiX0s/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6XLswqiX0s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6XLswqiX0s&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is one of the raps. All the way though, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/4uOhD67028I/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4uOhD67028I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4uOhD67028I&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Drunk Text Message to God. Is this not amazing? I'm not Jesus Christ, but I can turn water, into KoolAid. My church. My church. I guess you don't have to watch the whole thing. Just get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/lElMMsrI-z8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lElMMsrI-z8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lElMMsrI-z8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Carry the One. A poem about Global Warming. It's so good, dear god he's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on a totally unrelated-kinda-via-internet note, have you heard of Wheezy Waiter? I drew a picture of him. It's on my closet door. HA, now you want to know what I mean by decorations. All in good time. When I have time/photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4728652191676155105?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4728652191676155105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/music-because-im-busy-readingdecorating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4728652191676155105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4728652191676155105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/music-because-im-busy-readingdecorating.html' title='Music BECAUSE I&apos;M BUSY READING/DECORATING WALL'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2719817887614059374</id><published>2011-07-19T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:51:44.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art. Ha. That's FUNNY. I feel bad for myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I realized that I no longer have any talent with drawing and painting, so obviously I did as much of it as I could in as little time as possible. Probably not the best way to learn, but yeah. I'm so dissapointed. It's like, doodles. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sorry.&amp;nbsp;I'm proud of one or two of them, though. Okay, here we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3ZNGuXcb54/TiXmUer9tKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3r0uIRklDNs/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3ZNGuXcb54/TiXmUer9tKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3r0uIRklDNs/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gegajs74CFQ/TiXmSuKVjZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cVz_kWwBKoY/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gegajs74CFQ/TiXmSuKVjZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/cVz_kWwBKoY/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;The top one is watercolor, and the one on the side is colored pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;At this point, I think I had gotten bored. The dreaded doodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2uewr9kqgE/TiXl2ifRtcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/x6G8WgiSmkQ/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n2uewr9kqgE/TiXl2ifRtcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/x6G8WgiSmkQ/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oduc5NTEHZg/TiXmWZzA4rI/AAAAAAAAAhA/yh7ljy_LoyU/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oduc5NTEHZg/TiXmWZzA4rI/AAAAAAAAAhA/yh7ljy_LoyU/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gluk0lP64i4/TiXmRGn1TRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/UsYwfFSTsfY/s1600/photo+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gluk0lP64i4/TiXmRGn1TRI/AAAAAAAAAg0/UsYwfFSTsfY/s320/photo+4.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The red guy is kinda cool, though. He's this other kind of water color paint, like, gauche or something. The two people are colored pencil, and the last girl is watercolor. I wanted to see if I could get skin tone with just yellow and red. Success? Ehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FAj1F9lHwDI/TiXl336oacI/AAAAAAAAAgo/wjDupJ5z8Rg/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FAj1F9lHwDI/TiXl336oacI/AAAAAAAAAgo/wjDupJ5z8Rg/s320/photo+1.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I kind of like this one, actually. She reminds me of Sadie in Across the Universe (good movie). It's just sharpie. Or maybe calligraphy pen. I don't remember. Some sort of ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOekr1T9ORU/TiXl5vxbzCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MuqJA1UBWM4/s1600/photo+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wOekr1T9ORU/TiXl5vxbzCI/AAAAAAAAAgs/MuqJA1UBWM4/s320/photo+2.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obXPsr5T_Cc/TiXl7PPQKlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1nkhRUvxn5Q/s1600/photo+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-obXPsr5T_Cc/TiXl7PPQKlI/AAAAAAAAAgw/1nkhRUvxn5Q/s320/photo+3.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the one I'm proud of! It's an actual person! You see, I was multitasking, trying to teach myself how to draw again and also stay entertained, so I was watching Alex Day videos. He's this really funny person on youtube who lives in London, I think, somewhere in the UK, and is seriously hilarious. He did the Harry Potter is Gay video that I posted to buzz that I watch maybe 2 times a day, minimum. So I was drawing him. It doesn't actually really look like him at any given moment, because he has the hair from like a few years ago and you know, face from now and nose from who knows and whatever. It doesn't actually look like him at all, actually. But that's okay. It was fun. The first one is in pencil, and the second one is in ink. I traced it over THE LAPTOP SCREEN&amp;nbsp;MONITOR&amp;nbsp; I'm so bad. Well, it's about the same size and shape as one of those light box things. Hahaha. Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I did these drawing a long time ago, and have been meaning to post them here. But I haven't. I remembered now, finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2719817887614059374?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2719817887614059374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/art-ha-thats-funny-i-feel-bad-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2719817887614059374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2719817887614059374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/art-ha-thats-funny-i-feel-bad-for.html' title='Art. Ha. That&apos;s FUNNY. I feel bad for myself.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i3ZNGuXcb54/TiXmUer9tKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3r0uIRklDNs/s72-c/photo+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-9061117947267624184</id><published>2011-07-19T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T12:11:56.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Gatsby</title><content type='html'>Nerdfighteria is reading the "great american classic" The Great Gatsby as this giant book club event thing. Of course I had to as well. It's so much fun. First of all, I'm really loving the book. Second of all, its great to have John Green explain the book as we go through it, because he understands all of the parts I'm unclear of. He also really reads into the&amp;nbsp;symbolisms&amp;nbsp;and stuff, and, you know, one of the best qualities of Hank and John Green is that they are sooo super good at explaining things that logically shouldn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/U0kXkWXSXRA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0kXkWXSXRA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0kXkWXSXRA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For example, this song is about quarks. Watch it, and you'll somehow know what they are. God. Also, that one about the nuclear energy that I made Sophie and Jessie watch when they were studying nuclear energy in Dallas. They just know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So, guys, get out your parent's copy of The Great Gatsby and start reading. So far he's only done the first chapter, so you're fine. But that's unfair, really, because he said we had to do the first 6 chapters, and I did, and now he's only talked about one of them and I might forget. But. Anyway. Read the first chapter, then watch this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/ehjTS6AhMJ8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehjTS6AhMJ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehjTS6AhMJ8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then you will fully enjoy being a part of Nerdfighteria and yeah reading old American literature. It's a good book! Why am I always so surprised by this? I LOVED The Catcher in the Rye. And those other ones. To Kill a Mockingbird. 1984. I'm always so shocked that old books are good. But they are. And this one is too. So read it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, it's good. And he's an amazing English teacher. He is a professional writer, after all. So it's fun, for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-9061117947267624184?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9061117947267624184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-gatsby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/9061117947267624184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/9061117947267624184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/great-gatsby.html' title='The Great Gatsby'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3968456438965681178</id><published>2011-07-10T22:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:51:07.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JESSIE BRING MY CELL CHARGER ON FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;the venn diagram of "boys who don't like smart girls" and "boys you don't want to date" is a CIRCLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;John Green rules. He's the best. Ever. Probably.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;On another note, I'm sorry for my posts not really being as regular as I would like. I mean, you probably don't care, but it's something that I wish I did more of. Writing is good. So yeah, I&amp;nbsp;apologize.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;On another another note, HARRY POTTER AHAHASDHIFOJWERIOJKLSDFJSKLJFSKdjf sorry had to get that out of my system. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! So excited. I watched 4 hours of the live premiere (only exaggerating by 15 minutes) and yeah, it was amazing. Sigh. I'm so freaking excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;I have some things I want to post here, but I need to find a camera. I'll be back. In maybe a few minutes/hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3968456438965681178?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3968456438965681178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/jessie-bring-my-cell-charger-on-friday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3968456438965681178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3968456438965681178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/jessie-bring-my-cell-charger-on-friday.html' title='JESSIE BRING MY CELL CHARGER ON FRIDAY'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7557494641637803057</id><published>2011-07-07T01:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T01:04:21.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunger Games</title><content type='html'>I like them, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware, this post isn't going to do them justice because it's 1 at night and I can't really organize my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing I need to get out about The Hunger Games is that you all should read them. It's like Harry Potter on a smaller scale, but still on a scale large enough to matter. You can't just not read them. Sure, they're not the best thing in the world but that's one of those things that we need to get over. Enough people are obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rank these books still below both Twilight and Harry Potter, but they did make me cry a little bit. The last one did. A few times. It's a really good plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I'm starting to do that doubting thing again, where I stop believing that I liked them. I LIKED THEM! I just finished the third one (second time, I was rereading) and it really made me sad in that book sort of way and now I'm not remembering how I enjoyed them.. I hate how i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it really interesting how I did like it this time, because I think I didn't like it the first time. I think it had something to do with the fact htat I liked the wrong person. It's like Twilight, I switched who I liked more the second time. With Twilight, I pretty much go Team Jacob Team Edward every other time I read the series. With the Hunger Games, I guess it's the same way. This time, I loved Peeta. He's pretty much the most perfect person. On the planet. I think last time I didn't like that quality in him. Like, he was fake or something. But this time I read it and saw how nice he was and all that. The first time I liked Gale, and this time I was just annoyed at him the entire time. Like Alex (Kilts) when Rachel kissed Jesse on Glee that one time in the Prom episode, I was disgusted by him. Just like, no. I don't like you. Katniss has no obligation to like you. In fact, she should wake up and love Peeta instead, did you know he loves her to death and it's tragic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katniss is kind of stupid, but that's what you get with books like these. Main characters often suck, actually. Harry Potter isn't actually that cool. Bella Swan. Katniss. Um, I don't know who else. But it's true, authors don't develop them as much or something.It's the weirdest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I liked it more this time. A lot more. So don't believe me when I tell you it's not the best. Because it's actually really good. But i'm like, refusing to believe it. SO listen to me now, before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish the ending of the third book was different. Not what happens, but how it happens. It had the potential to be really really powerful and I only cried a little bit. Like, not at all, really. And it was exactly what I wanted to happen so I should have been more touched. I LOVE PEETA. LOVE HIM. What's my list, again? Rudy. Ron Weasley. Peeta. Nick Park, from Girls for Breakfast. Jacob AND Edward. Artemis Fowl. Kent from Before I Fall. Ed, I am the Messenger. Almanzo from Little House on the Prairie. Um. Kind of a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called a fictional character crush, yo, and I'm very good at them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Hunger Games. Read. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm getting back into my summer phase? Books books books books books staying up as long as it takes to finish them. Then writing about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, reading the books that I've been talking about would be super cool of you. You should so totally go to the library and read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN GREEN HAS A NEW BOOK CALLED THE FAULT IN OUR STARS AND I NEED IT NOW. You know from my last post that my YouTube obsession is still going strong, don't worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7557494641637803057?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7557494641637803057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/hunger-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7557494641637803057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7557494641637803057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/hunger-games.html' title='The Hunger Games'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-9077330502794693232</id><published>2011-07-05T14:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:55:18.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a crazy stalker, and have accepted that.</title><content type='html'>If you're bored, read this post. It pretty is what I do, on average, on YouTube. I decided to document it so can see. It's not just YouTube, by the way, it's also Wikipedia and the websites, and you know, just stalking in general. Seriously, if you wanna see how my mind works, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy sent me this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/xjUb4Pr2HnY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjUb4Pr2HnY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjUb4Pr2HnY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I immeadietly looked up the guy, because he could actually sing. At the same time, I looked up the girl, and watched a few of her videos. She doesn't sing, so that's good. Because she's not the best. But she does do videos, such as this one (please don't watch ALL of these, it's not&amp;nbsp;necessary, I'm just giving you an idea):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/UOMFDS0Cgeo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOMFDS0Cgeo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UOMFDS0Cgeo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The guy is in this band Heyhihello, and they're pretty interesting. But confusing. I couldn't really find what they're about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/isayheyhihello"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/isayheyhihello&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's their YouTube site. Some music on there, not much. So I'm confused, and not interested enough to look them up. Well I listened to a few of their songs. Very Owl City, somehow. Electronic voice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The band ALL CAPS is in/ writes a bunch of songs, I think including the Harry Potter Love song thing. I went to their channel, and "met" Kristina Horner and Luke Conard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://allcapsband.com/"&gt;http://allcapsband.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like them a lot now, and I'm planning on looking them up and listening to more of their music. Kristina is a total nerd, you know, in the good way, talking and writing songs about Buffy and conventions and Harry Potter. Luke is too, I think, and he's also really talented. And cool. They both have YouTube channels that I am now subscribed to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Kristina writes for this website that I'm planning to check out as soon as I finish writing this, it sounds cool:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.zaxy.com/"&gt;http://www.zaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I read a few posts, and this website is very cool. Parseltongue translator:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://parseltonguetranslator.warnerbros.com/parseltongue.php"&gt;http://parseltonguetranslator.warnerbros.com/parseltongue.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Great, right? Kinda creepy. Um, next I found this band called Ministry of Magic, because Kristina was in this song "Lilly" or something like that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/dxjwI5e_Uac/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxjwI5e_Uac&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dxjwI5e_Uac&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soon, my gmail status became lyrics from this song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/y8WIBpc-GuQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8WIBpc-GuQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8WIBpc-GuQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sad, because they never made one for Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff of Slytherin. They matter too. Sometimes people forget that. (What the HELL is a Hufflepuff.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because Ministry of Magic is officially an awesome band, I'm listening to this playlist right now, like, currently:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74IqDKpI6fM&amp;amp;feature=BFa&amp;amp;list=AV4oVf-d_DwKDz3GHoZ6gLSay5sbNxZvuC&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=74IqDKpI6fM&amp;amp;feature=BFa&amp;amp;list=AV4oVf-d_DwKDz3GHoZ6gLSay5sbNxZvuC&amp;amp;index=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I'm going here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=jasonmundaymusic&amp;amp;feature=iv&amp;amp;annotation_id=annotation_814730#p/c/96CE1FD735D48E6C/0/9L_PLStj6yM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=jasonmundaymusic&amp;amp;feature=iv&amp;amp;annotation_id=annotation_814730#p/c/96CE1FD735D48E6C/0/9L_PLStj6yM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Jason Munday, and he's, I think, in Ministry of Magic, but I think he just writes a lot of songs in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a piece of paper in front of me with these words on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ministry of Magic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jason Monday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALL CAPS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luke Conard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pottermore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because those are things I needed to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tabs I have open right now are kind of killing me. There's too many of them. I like an organized screen. It doesn't work, though, when you're webstalking. I think there is actually a word for that already. Surfing. But i like stalking better. It's a more accurate description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabs open:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gmail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YouTube: jasonmondaymusic channel page&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parseltongue translator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALL CAPS homepage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALL CAPS music page&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YouTube lukeconard channel page&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blogger, new post, you know, this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YouTube Ministry of Magic playlist. Now it's playing "Goodbye Privit Drive."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urban Dictionary, where I was looking up what S &amp;amp; M means in that Rihanna song. I still don't know. There are too many entries. But I now have an idea. Yay!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, now I have a yahoo answers page, for what it actually means. It's what I thought, Sadist/Masochist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snape vs. Snape, waiting to be played again after the playlist ends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good? Everyone have an idea of how my brain works while on the internet? Constantly pressing ctrl and t, and searching new things, to look at later. Then going back later. You know. Getting distracted easily. Finding new people and songs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like music, but not normal music. Well, I don't actively search for normal music. As often as I do other sorts of music. My ipod is the weirdest combination of AVPM/ Starkid/ U2/ Pink Floyd/ Lonely Island/ Vampire Weekend/ Mika/ Hank Green. The weirdest combination. Seriously, don't ever go shuffle on my ipod. It's so weird. Ahhhhh. Hahahaha. Actually, I'm going to have to do that now, just to see what happens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, yep, a few hours in the life of Livvy. I'm kind of superspeedyfast/ADHD when it comes to being online. Changing sites really quickly.&amp;nbsp;&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's how I use the internet, on an average day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Edit: Since making this post, I have learned a lot more about these bands. Kristina and Luke (ALL CAPS!) are going out. Luke and Jason Monday are actually roommates, you know, like Charlieissocoollike (charlie) and nerimon (Alex Day) who you don't know, but I do. Just thought I would say that. Also, Heyhihello is a pretty good band, like a combination of Owl City and Boys Like Girls.&amp;nbsp;&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/994065574911453975-9077330502794693232?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9077330502794693232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-crazy-stalker-and-have-accepted-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/9077330502794693232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/9077330502794693232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-crazy-stalker-and-have-accepted-that.html' title='I&apos;m a crazy stalker, and have accepted that.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5399045496828126350</id><published>2011-07-01T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T18:39:39.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls For Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1179181352l/885099.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this book. A lot. A lot a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about a Korean-American guy named Nick who was a "banana." (gedditt, like oreo.) He likes girls. Has since third grade, when he found a playboy magazine with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked how early in his life the book started- around second grade, when he was moving in as the only Asian in town. Not being accepted and stuff. The book spanned until highschool graduation. It was like real life--you would forget that that thing happened to you earlier. I would be more than halfway done, in 8th grade, and be like, this was the same guy who pretended to know Kung Fu and couldn't stop picturing the bus driver naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real-lifeness of it was really nice. His friends, for instance. Very real. Non existent, then suddenly, popular, then alone. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole time, he's talking about girls. It's the story of his life. Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just so unapologetically horny. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;My brain was flooded with love for girls again. Around that time my thoughts about then were usually laced with a tinge of resentment, but at the moment I was reaffirmed in my dedication. Girls were what I lived for; they were all I ever wanted. Only girls could make me feel truly happy--I wanted girls for breakfast every day.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one sentence summary was something like: the only Korean-American teenager in his WASP-y town looks back on his life and credits his ethnicity to why he wasn't accepted or included by friends or possible dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was something like that, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1 to 10, a being ehh and 10 being read it now immediately for the sake of both of our happiness, I give this book a 9.5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really really really really entertaining. And eyeopening. I don't really think about how girl-obsessed boys are, and like, stuff that they do... Um, can I say masturbating here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, that wasn't a big part of the book, don't worry. Actually, you would think it would be more, with the title, but it's not. Because he's so&amp;nbsp;unbelievably&amp;nbsp;pathetic/lovable. Like Holden Caufield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually more about growing up, and how people saw you, and how you saw yourself, and how you thought people saw you. And fitting in, wanting to, not wanting to... Defying stereotypes, living up to stereotypes, making stereotypes, fighting stereotypes... Racism, horniness. Sex, drugs, rock n roll. Just kidding. Really, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this book is a 9/10. this mean I won't KILL you completely (using, of course, Nick Park's hummingbird move) but I will seriously injure you using the same technique, and if you are male, haha, I feel bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ IT. Please, though, it was great. I read it for four hours straight. Well it didn't take me that long, by I was in a car. Headache. Suffered through. Plus, I had to&amp;nbsp;acquire&amp;nbsp;food in the middle, which was a waste of time. This book rocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-5399045496828126350?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5399045496828126350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-for-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5399045496828126350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5399045496828126350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/girls-for-breakfast.html' title='Girls For Breakfast'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-327325103410634312</id><published>2011-07-01T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:01:23.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Changed my Background</title><content type='html'>I hate it a little less now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-327325103410634312?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/327325103410634312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-changed-my-background.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/327325103410634312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/327325103410634312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-changed-my-background.html' title='I Changed my Background'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4099624682710834377</id><published>2011-06-30T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:26:09.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks</title><content type='html'>So, I read a lot of books this weekend (in the car, and by the pool) when I was in New Jersey. I wrote book review/ summaries/ reactions/ ramblings on my iPod when I finished some of them, and I'll post this once a day or something as I type them up. This one is by E. Lockhart. You know her. Well, maybe not. She wrote the Boyfriend List and stuff like that. With the ducks on the cover, white background. Circles. Anyway. This one is called The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. I was kind of skeptical at first, because you know, it's a boarding school story, ew. But it's good because she's not pretending to be anything she's not. She's not ugly, or stupid, or un-popular. She's just a girl. Kind of awkward, but accepting of that, and rocking it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good. Sophie, it's like Hacking Harvard, but more hilarious. Also, more feminist. It's the kind of book where you want to scream at all the characters. In a good way, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"At the start of sophomore year, Frankie Landau-Banks was none of these things. She was a girl who liked to read, had only ever had one boyfriend, enjoyed the debate team, and still kept gerbils in a habitrail. She highly intelligent, but there was nothing unusually ambitious or odd about her mental functioning.&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite food was quacamole and her favorite color was white.&lt;br /&gt;She had never been in love."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look up online, ASAP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santarchy&lt;br /&gt;Cacophony Society, Suicide Club&lt;br /&gt;Brides of March&lt;br /&gt;If at all Possible, Include a Cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my favorite part was the idea of the neglected positive. Like, with the word immature, mature is the positive. Many words don't use their positive like immature does, just the negative. The one she used a lot was gruntled, as in, satisfied. Not disgruntled. I love it. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Have you ever heard of the panopticon?" She asked him.&lt;br /&gt;Porter shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever been in love?"&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head again.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I can't explain it." Frankie said.&lt;br /&gt;They went inside and took the geometry test.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4099624682710834377?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4099624682710834377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/disreputable-history-of-frankie-landau.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4099624682710834377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4099624682710834377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/disreputable-history-of-frankie-landau.html' title='The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2867935309802887788</id><published>2011-06-21T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:26:35.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>James's Last Will and Testament</title><content type='html'>1. Bury me with my boat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Give all my money to my baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;3. Give all my clothing to the TSA archives.&lt;br /&gt;4. Call me if Esther misses me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2867935309802887788?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2867935309802887788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/jamess-last-will-and-testament.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2867935309802887788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2867935309802887788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/jamess-last-will-and-testament.html' title='James&apos;s Last Will and Testament'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2678118559881394560</id><published>2011-06-17T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:04:16.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules for Going to Dallas</title><content type='html'>1. When people ask where we cone from, don't be specific. Say "New York," as if you meant, "New York City."&lt;br /&gt;2. If they ask where specifically in New York, say, "Oh, near Cornell, you know, that Ivy League school." Do not say Ithaca. They will not recognIze the name "Ithaca," and we want to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not socialize with people who look like they are republican/annoying/ridiculous. Since everyone will be wearing the same clothing, this pretty much means Texans and people from Florida.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be biased towards people just because of their state. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;5. DO socialize with people from Germany and California. These people will be awesome to talk to, of only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;6. Teach Aaron and Jessie how to play Texas Hold 'Em, Rumy 500, Gin, and 5 Card Draw. But not Blackjack. Blackjack sucks.&lt;br /&gt;7. Use above as an excuse to not swim. I don't like swimming.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go everywhere with Sophie and Jessie. Make JESSIE tell stories.&lt;br /&gt;9. Have so much fun you want to die.&lt;br /&gt;10. Get lost in the hotel, daily. But don't be late. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acronym of the day:&lt;br /&gt;SNAFU. &lt;br /&gt;Situation normal's all f**ked up. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know either. My mom used it in an email to Mr. Buchner. I had to look it up on Urban Dictionary. I wonder if that's what she meant. Maybe it means something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2678118559881394560?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2678118559881394560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/rules-for-going-to-dallas.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2678118559881394560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2678118559881394560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/06/rules-for-going-to-dallas.html' title='Rules for Going to Dallas'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5857384454541884183</id><published>2011-05-24T00:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T00:20:10.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Livvy's Just Dying Again, Because of a Book.</title><content type='html'>Haha, what else would I be dying from, illness? Silly, that only happens in books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh my god oh my freaking god ahhhhhhhhh I take back everything I said about not finding books oh god I'm addicted this is worse than Twilight it's so suspenseful fantastic amazing sexy interesting aahhhhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to try and talk about this in a calm virtualvoice but remember that all I really want to be saying is ahhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh neeeeeddddd thhhiirrrrdd onnnneeee nowwwwwwww oh my godddd so yeah. I'm putting of even looking for the title to make sure everyone understands how dead I am right now. SO GOOD. &lt;br /&gt;Called Hush , Hush, by Bella Fitzpatrik. Paranormal Romance, shut up. The first one was amazing. The second one is killing me, now. The ending is killing me, it's like, the worst cliff hanger you've ever heard of. Okay. Calm down. &lt;br /&gt;Background information: I heard about this book at that Feminisr-Science Fiction convention I went to, and it was used as an example of young girl lusting over, like, I think it's called play-rape? I forget. When, like, threatening and being strong and violent is seen as sexy? ANNYYYWAYYY it wasn't bad, though. In my opinion. They were gorgeous. Pretty much what I've been looking for. I guess I saw the patheticness of our main character Nora a few times, but she wasn't overwhelmingly antifeminist. And Patch, you know, the guy, was like, the ultimate mystery. And every second of the book you kind of hate him but also kindasortareallyreallyreally hope that everyone was wrong and it wasn't him because SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the first one Sunday night. You know how yesterday, I wad like, dying, and bought caffeine, and almost fell asleep in Social Studies? That was because the thing I was doing until 2 in the morning was reading Hush, Hush. Oh my iPod. I've discovered free books, by the way. The Internet rocks. It's like our ESRTs. Whenever you think it can't possibly get any better you run across something amazing like a earthquake graph OR FREE BOOKS. anyway. I'll talk about that later, actually, because I know that this discovery will change my life. Greatly. For the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Bella f. Hush Hush starts out a little cliche (when I say cliche I mean Twilight) with the girl in biology sitting next to the kid who is all supermegafoxyawesomehot but it's the other way around, she hates him and he's flirting with her a lot. &lt;br /&gt;And someone is stalking her and it appears to be him but who knows because the book is SO FREAKING SUSPENSEFUL and that's why I needed to finish it, no questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one, which I was just waiting for the ending the whole time (which of course needed to be exactly how I wanted it because something bad happened in the beginning and I'm not telling you what because you all have to read it now) was also freaking dramatic and crap and the ending wasn't exactly right but it was still amazing and god I need to find the next one now I don't know what I'm doing writing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little addicted. My iPod died in the middle of the second one and I was like shaking and tapping my foot and fidgeting until it responded to the plug in and started up IT TAKES FOREVER and opened the page and I started reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, it's very good. Trust me. The reason I didn't say anything in school about it was because it wasn't so good then. The sequel made it good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know. Maybe it wasn't the best book, you know? But it was exactly what I was looking for. I fell into that book. I needed to finish it. I forgot about whatever else. I forgot that I was on a freaking iPod and the text I was looking at had all these random breaks and spaces because of whatever those wonderful people used to get it on to the magical Internet. It was a pretty good book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exciting than Twilight. More romantically satisfying. Kind of reminded me of City of Glass, or whichever's the last one, because of the whole confusion over who is good and bad and related to you and in love and sexy and an angel or a half angel or whatever. I liked City of Glass because of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also the sort of book, like City of Glass, where you are just screaming at the characters the whole time. That is a good plot, by the way, if it makes you do that. It was just like NOOOO NORRAAAA STUUIPIIDDDD IDIOOOTTTT I LOVE PATCH GO BACK AND FIND HIM SO I CAN DIE HAPPILY I'm kidding, that was an exaggeration. But the book is definitely suspenseful. And it killed me. &lt;br /&gt;And whenever something killed me, it's worth looking into reading/viewing. For example, Boy A. Twilight. THE BOOK THIEF. I think that's my strongest example. Starkid. Have I ever let you down before? NO. I HAVEN'T. So if you're a girl and are reading this now, you need to go out and read Hush, Hush, by Bella Fitzpatrick. Then the sequel, Crescendo. Then report back to me before starting the third one, and if you haven't had a mental death of suspense you can just stop being my friend, whatever. Kidding. But you should try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to look up the third one. Oh dear god I hope it's out I might have to kill someone if this seriously is how I have to survive. I'm being melodramatic. But I hate it when I have to wait for a book to come out; I always loose interest. I CAN'T FORGET ABOUT THIS BOOK DON'T LET ME, DEAL? I'm going to look it up now. Don't worry, I won't read it tonight if I find it. I'm still tired from.... Ah, god, it's yesterday by now. After midnight. I will go to sleep within ten minutes of now, I promise! Read the book! Sorry for typos, remember, ipod, speed is everything. I'll post the links later, for the online books. I think I still have them. I better. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Her name's actually Becca, not Bella. Oops. &lt;br /&gt;Also, the third one is called The Tempest, bad title, and I'm going to wait until morning to see if it's out yet and who I should kill if it's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-5857384454541884183?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5857384454541884183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/livvys-just-dying-again-because-of-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5857384454541884183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5857384454541884183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/livvys-just-dying-again-because-of-book.html' title='Livvy&apos;s Just Dying Again, Because of a Book.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-8755992445860404848</id><published>2011-05-22T22:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:58:47.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I'll read Twilight, that's always good.</title><content type='html'>I didn't watch a movie this weekend. Weird, I know. Instead I read Be More Chill (again) (awesome book) (I know, a book, right? Weird). It was good, again. Not as good as the first few times DRAMATIC SIGH. I need something excellent to read. Anyway. It was good. I like Jeremy. He's cool. This time, reading it, I realized that Christine is a jerk. I don't like her. Especially this one part, at the end, when she says: "If you weren't so DUMB, I would've liked it," while crying and running away. Jerk. I really like Rich. He's cool. Did he actually die at the end? It wasn't clear. How I read it the first time was that Jake died and Rich survived. Anyone remember? If you don't, then you should definitely read the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a Suffer-Jets game (roller derby). It was awesome! I want to have a roller derby picnic now and watch a game with all of YOU because it's such a cool game. It's like... Actually, it's not really like any other sport, so I can't really compare. Maybe like hockey-football-speed skating? Don't judge. Plus they all have awesome names. MaMadusa. Fat Dracula. BeeBee Gunn. Poison Ivy (my 3rdgradefriend Ivy plays in the junior league). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else did I want to talk about..... Uh...... I'll remember later. Also, I'm getting better at typing on my iPod. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-8755992445860404848?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8755992445860404848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-didnt-watch-movie-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8755992445860404848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8755992445860404848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-didnt-watch-movie-this-weekend.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll read Twilight, that&apos;s always good.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2342095101910979674</id><published>2011-05-22T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:45:20.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Competition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.southwesttsa.org/index.html"&gt;http://www.southwesttsa.org/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tlamtsa.com/home-6/"&gt;http://www.tlamtsa.com/home-6/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wix.com/tsatolt/tsatolt"&gt;http://www.wix.com/tsatolt/tsatolt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hailetsa.manateeschools.net/design_brief/introduction.html"&gt;http://hailetsa.manateeschools.net/design_brief/introduction.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rmstsa.com/technologies.html"&gt;http://www.rmstsa.com/technologies.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dewitttsa.com/design/"&gt;http://dewitttsa.com/design/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2342095101910979674?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2342095101910979674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-competition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2342095101910979674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2342095101910979674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-competition.html' title='Our Competition.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1147240561420695703</id><published>2011-05-18T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:16:49.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, remember, they can not take that.</title><content type='html'>I should really read more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1147240561420695703?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1147240561420695703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you-remember-they-can-not-take.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1147240561420695703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1147240561420695703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-you-remember-they-can-not-take.html' title='I love you, remember, they can not take that.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6641595981450164434</id><published>2011-05-16T18:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:46:25.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Furniture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, relatively new. I got it recently, like last week, but I haven't actually told anyone seriously. These are some pictures of it. Is it not gorgeous?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzMXKIMFXmY/TdGndEQJ2pI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pVu9mJP63J4/s1600/IMG_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzMXKIMFXmY/TdGndEQJ2pI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pVu9mJP63J4/s320/IMG_0026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tOkcgvSK7XY/TdGngwLQrXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0BuFpPlFSik/s1600/IMG_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tOkcgvSK7XY/TdGngwLQrXI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0BuFpPlFSik/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fO_2KW-705s/TdGnkj6ssDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_QfCig_GEf4/s1600/IMG_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fO_2KW-705s/TdGnkj6ssDI/AAAAAAAAAgg/_QfCig_GEf4/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, those are pictures of my bedrooms. Creepers, rejoice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have so many of those, don't I? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm enjoying sleeping on a bed that doesn't creak and bend whenever you sit on it. It's quite nice. And as long as I keep that blind down so the freaking sun doesn't wake me up in the morning, I'm good. It's pretty cool. Other than the deep drawers, they're like a foot deep! (Double). Can you imagine?! It's so annoying! But that and the height of the dresser (it's so high! the problem is not that I am short, obviously, the problem is that it's like, three inches (gasp) taller than my other one.) there aren't any problems. But my old set was broken.&amp;nbsp;Completely. So I'm happy. Completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god, my room is so clean. Not like it is now. It's been like a week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whatever. Deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I'm feeling kind of awkward with my 34 followers. Hi, people. Do you really read it? Hi. Hello. Welcome to my blog. I just noticed you guys there, seriously. Welcome. Hi again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6641595981450164434?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6641595981450164434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-furniture.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6641595981450164434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6641595981450164434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-furniture.html' title='New Furniture'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzMXKIMFXmY/TdGndEQJ2pI/AAAAAAAAAgY/pVu9mJP63J4/s72-c/IMG_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6748228760490908072</id><published>2011-05-13T23:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:20:51.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to Good Music; It Makes you Ramble About Happy Things. I love semicolons.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/vZJDkfjDa2w/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZJDkfjDa2w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZJDkfjDa2w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is the one "totally awesome" in the beginning, by one of the Darren Criss Fan Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be there. In a heartbeat. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The other best part, is the "I'm assuming you're meaning, you know, in chess, right? Because that only works if you're on the black side." The Harry Freaking Potter from Starkid totally came out there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also really really really really really really really amazing and impressive how he can talk about the sexuality of his character (and how it's different than his) and talk about kissing Chris (Kurt) and all the feeling of it for him and his character and Chris's character and all of that. It definitely gained him lots of respect. From me. I always thought it was kind of interesting how he actually had to COME OUT as straight on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the jokes made me sure that he was still Harry Freaking Potter, which I wasn't totally sure of, and yeah. I'm happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm almost caught up on all of the America's Next Top Models, and yeah. The finale is like, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY SORRY FOR THE SHALLOWNESS OF THOSE LAST PARAGRAPHS, IT GETS BETTER FROM HERE, PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to some awesome music recently! If you're interested, go to Jessie's blog and look up the albums, or watch these videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/P_i1xk07o4g/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_i1xk07o4g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P_i1xk07o4g&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vampire Weekend- Oxford Comma (I actually haven't watched this video yet, so I don't know if it's good. The song's great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/j_BFVMxUov8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_BFVMxUov8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j_BFVMxUov8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Camille- Au Port (Deal with the non-Englishness of it, please, I did. And I care about lyrics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/pJ9o5A1CalA/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJ9o5A1CalA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pJ9o5A1CalA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Weekend- I Stand Corrected (AMAZING. To use the Darren Criss Invented By Lindsey Term, eargasm. Do you hear that background with the&amp;nbsp;foreground&amp;nbsp;with the vocals? Gorgeous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/7CQSLT0zcvk/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CQSLT0zcvk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CQSLT0zcvk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Belle and Sebastian- Dress Up In You (I've talked about this song a lot, I believe it introduced me to indie pop. So it was pretty important. This is a live version, but the nice thing about real bands is that this sounds the same.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/sZPvp-HRRYQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZPvp-HRRYQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZPvp-HRRYQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Freelance Whales- Broken Horse (Did I tell you about my musical circle. No? Well, okay: So I was listening to, like, Belle and Sebastian, and then Starship came out and obviously I didn't listen to anything else for the following week. Then I got back to just Starkid in general, and Darren Criss, and older music from Darren Criss, and I Still Think, and Little White Lie, and Chuck Criss, his brother, who's in FREELANCE WHALES (see where this is going?) and then I was back at indie pop. Happily. I like this song. The kind of quietness of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/IYl0uLrXP7U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYl0uLrXP7U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYl0uLrXP7U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joanna Newson- The Sprout and the Bean (I'm really confused about this one. I don't know whether or not I enjoy the voice or not. It grows on you. But. I don't know. In Peach Plum Pear it's insane. On Wikipedia (I'm addicted to stalking people, I swear, it's true.) it says that she doesn't like her voice being compared to a child's but I think that is the closest comparison.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/NhM-JXAeYh0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhM-JXAeYh0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NhM-JXAeYh0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Camille again- Ta Douleur (I still don't understand french,&amp;nbsp;deadgoddammit. But this is seriously interesting. It's pretty impressive. Only three people. Like, beatboxing. But like, not. Like I said, interesting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's actually been my view on music recently. Interesting. I want something that kind of like, surprises me. Like in fashion, you know, what was once ridiculous actually kind of grows on you and gets better. That's the great thing about Indie. It's not what you really expect, and it's still such a BROAD catergory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Listen to some of the songs, probably especially the I Stand Corrected and the first Camille one, but JESSIE you listen to the Freelance Whales one. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Grassroots schedule came out. I'm not missing Thousands of One, but I am missing Locos Por Juana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all of my new experience in music, I think I'll appreciate it much more this year, musically. Looking forward to that. Have you noticed that I often just leave the subject out of my sentences? It's kind of odd. I do it a lot. Just forget the I. AH! I did it again! Right there, while talking about it! That's so&amp;nbsp;embarrassing, god. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. Listen. Enjoy (optional.) But yeah. Also, don't call me out on my oddness and how I manage to talk about Glee, Darren Criss, Starkid, Gays, Stalking, Indie Pop, and Grassroots all in the same post and not get into arguements with myself. One of the things that is great about people is that we are more than one thing. I like indie pop and hippie dance festivals YAY. I also like Glee, and appreciate the &lt;strike&gt;appearance&lt;/strike&gt; voice of Darren Criss, Joe Walker, and Brian Rosenthal. It's me. Very me, actually, to do both. I do that all of the time. I have an issue with choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a lot of videos today. I don't think I've ever really put videos up. And a lot of words. READ. WATCH. Or not, whatever. Remember that poem? That I wrote? It's not about the staring? It's in the sidebar. This isn't for you, I think, no worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6748228760490908072?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6748228760490908072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/listen-to-good-music-it-makes-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6748228760490908072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6748228760490908072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/listen-to-good-music-it-makes-you.html' title='Listen to Good Music; It Makes you Ramble About Happy Things. I love semicolons.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4559266860663631562</id><published>2011-05-09T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:32:43.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't this a GREAT idea? (sarcasm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Sorry I haven't posted anything in forever, not much to say, really, I haven't had time. Currently listening to The Dead Milkmen (Hi, Jacob. They're pretty cool.) and editing for website on Photoshop. However, I had to look up something from a song on Urban Dictionary and saw a Snorg Tees commercial, and I got distracted. So. I found this shirt: &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snorgtees.com/media/catalog/product/d/o/donttouchmy_fullpic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Don't Touch My Junk" border="0" height="290" src="http://www.snorgtees.com/media/catalog/product/d/o/donttouchmy_fullpic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am of the opinion that everyone in TSA should get this shirt and wear it to Nationals. Would that not be amazing? Hahahah. Well, it would be funny. It's even in our colors, sorta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bye. Back to Photoshop. Just wanted to say SOMETHING here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4559266860663631562?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4559266860663631562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/isnt-this-great-idea-sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4559266860663631562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4559266860663631562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/isnt-this-great-idea-sarcasm.html' title='Isn&apos;t this a GREAT idea? (sarcasm)'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4297721113841514087</id><published>2011-05-02T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:03:36.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Dead God cont.</title><content type='html'>So this is the comment I posted on Adri's blog. It was very long, I'm sorry, but I did realize it and shut up. Eventually. Read her post as well so you know what im talking about. my favorite quotes that I remember are gonna be at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dead adri I hate you I was going to have this exact same post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WASNT IT FREAKING AMAZING?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda liked how it wasn't just a total joke, I mean, it was a little disapounting at first but its just fantastic. The music rules. I bought the album already, you know it's number FIVE on iTunes? FIVE!!!! go starkid! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is that girl from MAMD. I think so, anyway. And the robot, you know, MEGAGIRL, LOVE, was a Hot Girl from Tanyas hot girls in little white lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing. Starkid is great. Makes me wanna move to Chicago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's also amazing how hot all of the guys got. Joe Moses!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! And Joey Richter, oh my freaking deadgod (officially need to say that from now on, remember.) he can SING and he's GORGEOUS. and Joe Walker, which we knew already, but he's not a girl/a man in a bromance/ an actual, physical, dick so it's totally INSANE. I dont think they should kiss though, he seemed too old. They should NOT have put that grey in his hair! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Tootsie Noodles. Where I come from, your first name is what you do, and my second name is what you like. Tootsie Megagirl. AWWWWWW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this musical should be on broadway. Not enough songs though, I agree. There like, wasn't even a finale. On the cd. There's like 10 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNIOR IS THE SEXIEST MAN EVER I LOVE BRIAN HOLDEN HE AND DYLAN SAUNDERS WERE THE BEST THINGS ABOUT THE SHOW. and Joe walker and Lauren Lopez, her part should have had more significance. This is the longest comment ever and I will continue it on my own blog. Sorry. Hahahaha. I love that you loved it. Are you gonna be at school tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-comment ends here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i would just like to say that I actually watched AVPM again also, actually the night before Starship, and I didn't know. Weird, huh? But anyway, I'd like to say some quotes from that too. Maybe just a few, because this should be about starship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but I heard that you were--"&lt;br /&gt;"...destroyed...? ....yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to show you what you have to do. Watch- very- carefully-" *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CRUCIO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah hah... Eh... Ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the f-- are you on about?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DIE..., bitch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry, have you ever heard of a love shield?"&lt;br /&gt;"Um, no, but it sounds kinda fruity..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll stop now. Now back to starship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of them Lindsey and Adri have already said on buzz/blogger so I won't say ALL of them. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite running quote is the dead god one, and so I guess I have to somewhat explain the context. God is dead, science killed him. This play takes place in the future. Explained. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much anything that comes out of Lauren Lopez's mouth. Adri, I approve of your fanclub. SOMEBODY HELP ME FIND THIS MOVIE THAT SHE WAS IN! it was called passenger seat or something and it was about how she and her friend how on a road trip with the dead body of their other friend and. I. Need. To. See. It. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've got a saying from where I come from too, bug. God save the queen. Lucky for ms, god is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Junior just wanted me for my body. Not my MIND."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that GLEE, they're always making hideous abominations of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody really f-firetrucked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, that's AJ Holmes, who was the heart in MAMD and played piano and wrote some of the AVPM/S music.(quotes are over told you I don't know much yet). He's not new. However there's nothing wrong with being new. Roach is amazing oh my freaking dead god. amazing. I think he's the only new one though now that I think about it. February was SO Tiff. Totally. And Megagirl was that one girl in The Hot Girls in Little White Lie, a prestarkid production but I dont care. She's not really NEW NEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the problem was there was no Bonnie or Devin or BRIAN ROSENTHAL or Britney or Sango or Darren. Sigh. Still maintaining that he should quit glee and go back to starkid and do AVPT (A Very Potter THREEQUEL, it will exist, watch an interview.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Joe Walker and Lauren Lopez should have done more. Them and Junior and Dylan were the best part if the show. But I'll deal. Can't wait for another musical from the amazing starkid productions. It is their job now, I mean, it's an actual theater company. Like r2p, except for super mega foxy awesome hot wizard geniuses from outer-space. word. Never say word, only sarcastically, agreed? Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everybody, go and see Starship, and go and see MAMD, and if you're really that far behind you should see AVPM/S,( and also go and find the movie Passenger Seat with Lauren Lopez.) The music is great, the acting is great, the sets and props and costumes and puppets are deadgoddamned (see how I worked that in there) amazing and everyone just rules in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy ELA's tomorrow, by the way. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm really sorry for the typos I was too excited to talk fast to watch what I was writing. I'm on my iPod. And it wasnt fast enough, because I didn't even say everything. Whatever. I'll get over it. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4297721113841514087?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4297721113841514087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-this-is-comment-i-posted-on-adris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4297721113841514087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4297721113841514087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-this-is-comment-i-posted-on-adris.html' title='Oh My Dead God cont.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3041347157029600753</id><published>2011-05-02T01:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:38:03.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You always wanted one...</title><content type='html'>(the title is a reference to possibly the best diss I've ever made in my life. EVER.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen Starship yet you are officially behind, because my world was just blown apart. Oh my deadgod, Joey Richter can SING now and god he's soooo hot and Joe Walker wears too much clothing but whatever. Robots. Bugs. PUPPETS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh life=complete. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't really a total, like, jokey, musical. Kind of disappointed in that, but it was SO GOOD. It was weird how everyone knew their lines an they weren't just improvising. But oh my god, it was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that G.L.E.E! They're always making twisted abominations of everything,&lt;br /&gt;(It's funny because one of the writers, you may have heard me talk about him before, Darren Criss, is ON Glee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This emotion [love] was downloaded from the interweb and could have viruses, are you sure you want to open it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadgodspeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a saying where I come from too. God save the queen. Lucky for me, god is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you see, science killed him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the reason I'm posting this on buzz and blogger is because I want everyone to see this musical. Now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that Lauren and Joe Walker (and Moses, actually) had bigger parts. Also, Bonnie (Hermione) and Devin (Cho) and BRIAN ROSENTHAL (Quirell) weren't in it and it was depressing, but there was some new people too. And people from MAMD and Little White Lie that I didn't recognize at first. For instance, Megagirl was one of Lauren's hot girls in Little White Lie and February was Tiff in MAMD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a longer debrief on Starship and events relating to the title later, but now I'm too tired to talk about things like that and my hippie skirt YES and how freaking amazing Darren Criss is even when not onstage. Well I'm never too tired to talk about how perfect Starkid is, but I'll go to sleep anyway. See you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3041347157029600753?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3041347157029600753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-always-wanted-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3041347157029600753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3041347157029600753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-always-wanted-one.html' title='You always wanted one...'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7435959054336217272</id><published>2011-04-26T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T17:53:50.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Click the link</title><content type='html'>I thought this was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit messed up, but cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arthurmag.com/2011/01/24/bryan-lewis-saunders-self-portraits-under-influence/"&gt;http://www.arthurmag.com/2011/01/24/bryan-lewis-saunders-self-portraits-under-influence/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7435959054336217272?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7435959054336217272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/click-link.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7435959054336217272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7435959054336217272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/click-link.html' title='Click the link'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4015196039358275759</id><published>2011-04-22T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:34:26.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books. More of them. Again. Still. (Sorry)</title><content type='html'>I wrote this last night when I finished reading a(nother) book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read a book called Tangled, and a quarter of it (it was a weird book) was about this guy who was a blogger, and blogged a lot, and maybe was addicted, but not really. I was just like, YES, been there, yo, plus you're cute, we should like, virtually get together ifonlyyouwererealsigh. It was a cute ending. But it was a bad book and I was&amp;nbsp;overall&amp;nbsp;disappointed, don't read it. It had a lot of potential for someone like me, who enjoys sexy-nerd books. But it wasn't a sexy-nerd book, it was a "let's-follow-the-lives-of-four-people-who-met-for-like-a-day book. I've gotten that a lot, wasted potential in books. That's why I'm so happy I read An Abundance of Katherines, because it was AMAZING and such a&amp;nbsp;change&amp;nbsp;from I Am Number Four and the Hunger Games, which is a series I've officially decided I DON'T like. Because the more good things I hear about it the more I remember not finding any really good things about it, and how I was just slightly bored and not believing. Colin, on the other hand, with the thing for Katherines, &amp;nbsp;and his Not-A-Terrorist-Best-Friend Hassan (note: I really have a thing for Islam, honestly, It's like my favorite religion. More on that later, maybe.) are people I could believe in a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting worse, though, my cynicism. Ever since The&amp;nbsp;Catcher&amp;nbsp;in the Rye I haven't been able to stand phonies. See, my philosophy/thing about The Catcher in the Rye is that Holden is so&amp;nbsp;watchful&amp;nbsp;of phony things or other people doing&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;phony that he is afraid to do ANYTHING at all himself, because HE&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;want to risk being phony. Which is actually why he's such a slacker--because he doesn't want to look like he's trying, Someone who tries and doesn't make it is a fake for pretending, and so it's better to just not try at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, that was just a Holden Caufield detour. Also, if we ever have to write a paper on The Cather in the Rye, I CALL THAT TOPIC, consider it taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to books. Well, back to phony-ness. My point is, I haven't came&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;a story I think would actually happen. I mean, not HAPPEN, per se, because I'm obviously including fiction/sci-fi in this and I don't want that to HAPPEN, but I do want to believe in it and believe in the characters. Books are just distancing themselves from me and I can't lose myself long enough to just read. I also still have that horrible habit of directing it as if it was a movie in my mind, which is annoying, distracting, and also never going to happen in real life so depressing. To continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion of books changes after I read them. I just finished this book Crashed (sequel to Skinned, by Robin Wasserman, she's very good, look her up) and I enjoyed it, but now I don't remember what I liked about it. I probably won't like it at all soon. I guess that's kind of what happened with the Hunger Games too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tragic. Really, it is. I jsut need a really good book to kick me back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, is Paper Towns really way better than An Abundance of Katherines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, writing from last night ends HERE. Writing from 5 minutes ago BEGINS here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the second book I've read recently about ideas of the mind working like a computer, connecting to computers, downloading and saving memories, working with memories, etc. The first was Crashed (Robin Wasserman) and this one was Brain Jack, which I think I've mentioned to someone recently... I don't really remember what I talk about.&lt;br /&gt;But it was about this majorly amazing computer hacker, living in the near future (Las Vegas was destroyed in a terrorist attack, and the security is just a little stronger.) and this software (hardware? I don't know what you would call it, it's a headset, but I guess it's kind of a program too) comes out that lets you connect and control a computer just by using brainwaves, instead of having to use a keyboard and mouse. So the hacker is like, well, if you could hack a computer, you could hack a mind, and he joins this government group that protects terrorist hacking attempts and they pretty much discover that and the world implodes, but they don't believe it kind of. Hard to explain. I say &lt;i&gt;implodes&lt;/i&gt; because the program just plants memories inside your brain, and you can't really tell the difference. An inner explosion of messed up ness. So anyone who connects is at risk, and they're controlled, and whatever. (It's really hard to explain this book because it has an odd beginning so I kind of have to give away major plot points in my mini description. So spoiler alert. Whoops, too late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty interesting, because I don't actually know much about computers and the finer points about them. And I'm not saying that a science FICTION book set in the FUTURE about BRAIN CONTROLLED COMPUTERS is the most reliable way to learn about something real, but honestly I've learned so much from reading fiction, so, so much, and I trust myself to mostly weed out what's not possible/what didn't happen/what couldn't happen/what was made up. So I believe I learned something from reading this book. Correct me if I'm wrong--actually don't, I like living in a fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I like thinking I know things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books rock. That was a good one, too. Not the best, but it did kind of lower my book funk a bit and I did lose myself in it for a few chapters. Not enough. I'm not satisfied. I'm hoping that Paper Towns is enough to really do it. I don't know if I'm going to read that next though, don't want to risk it. It's called Perfectionist Paralysis, and I learned about it on Urban Dictionary. It means not being able to start something for fear it won't be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just read ALL OF THAT, I'm very proud of you. It was a lot of words about a lot of other words, and I know most of you don't really share my exact, messed up, random, rambling taste in books or book commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone read any of these books? Opinions on The Hunger Games (hint: way over rated?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for rambling on, but I like to talk about these things and if I try to do it in person you'll get bored and HERE I HAVE YOU IN MY CLUTCHES AND YOU CAN'T&amp;nbsp;INTERRUPT&amp;nbsp;ME OR RUN AWAY OKAY MAYBE YOU CAN RUN AWAY BUT I WILL NEVER KNOW AND IT MAKES ME HAPPY. You know what I mean? Talking over the computer is different because even if you don't read it, it always came out, and you always SAID it. So it counts.&amp;nbsp;Anyway.&amp;nbsp;I hope someone does read this, because I really need someone to talk to about all these books. Because they're killing me. Not literally, obviously, it's just I get a lot from them and it's like my youtube people, if I'm the only one who know's about them, I'm the only one getting (my) references. And I like people getting my references, believe it or not, even more than I like making references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that happy note, I leave you with congratulations for reading this and hopefully you will comment to tell me that you need to be personally congratulated either via the internet commenting zone of blogger or GASP in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm getting worse at typing. Faster, but more typos. It sucks. Had to pretty much reread everything and correct it. It's so annoying. Typing. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps, this is 1300 words, more or less, probably more including this post post script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps, I will talk about the islam thing maybe later. If this post left you thinking "hey, she said something up there in that mess of crap about why she liked Islam and then she doesn't actually say anything about why she likes Islam." well now I mentioned it in the post post post script and I'm directing you to the future, where there will be a post about it. Hey, would you say "where" there or "when?" I think in that case the future is a noun, right, so it would be a where, but isn't it, like, a time? ACK. Need to stop talking. Okay. Ready. Hitting "publish post.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTING OKAY LOVE YOU BYE NICE TALKING TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, MAKEOVER, I DIDN'T WANT TO, WASTE OF TIME, BUT&amp;nbsp;NECESSARY, IT LOOKED LIKE CRAP BEFORE. MIGHT LOOK EVEN WORSE NOW, I MIGHT REDO. LATER. NOT NOW. NOW I'M SLEEPING, NERDY CONVENTION TO GO TO TOMORROW. FEMALES IN FICTION. FUN. IT WILL BE, I SWEAR. YOU GOING? 7:45 AT ITHACA COLLEGE. WHY AM I STILL IN CAPLOCKS? It's going to be fun, it's at Textor Hall, it's very early and I should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to pressing "publish post?" God. I distract myself easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit: by the way, I just got back from the convention, and really want to debrief, but not now, but I'm just saying that if you went you've heard this all before and I'm sorry for talking about this stuff and just repeating myself. I actually posted this before talking about those things, so I was kind of quoting myself and I feel bad about it but THESE KIND OF THINGS CAME UP and I just happened to have thought about them before.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4015196039358275759?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4015196039358275759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/books-more-of-them-again-still-sorry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4015196039358275759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4015196039358275759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/books-more-of-them-again-still-sorry.html' title='Books. More of them. Again. Still. (Sorry)'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1346824883147795635</id><published>2011-04-21T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T16:32:35.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which I Pretend to be Ignorant of Pop Culture and MAKE SOMETHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D37WJVdaOaY/TbCAQue9_nI/AAAAAAAAAes/GHFqoaxsBu0/s1600/full+house.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D37WJVdaOaY/TbCAQue9_nI/AAAAAAAAAes/GHFqoaxsBu0/s640/full+house.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOToTR0R_Qg/TbCAaddA8HI/AAAAAAAAAew/Mv-sWWjaQ4c/s1600/house+above.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KOToTR0R_Qg/TbCAaddA8HI/AAAAAAAAAew/Mv-sWWjaQ4c/s200/house+above.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dad said that we couldn't use screens for yesterday morning, and I was just like, "Oh! I'll make a Luna Lovegood house!" I don't know where it came from, really, but I have been thinking a lot about how to make circular furniture and what that would feel like to live in and look at. So yeah, I did. I had a lot of fun. It's mostly cardboard and hot glue, but I used some aluminum foil instead of paint (I USED SO MUCH PAINT). It was like, amazing, to make. It took twelve hours almost exactly.&lt;br /&gt;So the small picture on the left is the house from the side, though the side is where the door and stuff is.&lt;br /&gt;The front is where the cutout is. Anyway. Near the front door of the house is signs, like "Keep of the Dirigible Plums," "The Quibbler. Editor: X. Lovegood." And "Pick your own mistletoe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4zEXYw4CbE/TbCAHIgh39I/AAAAAAAAAeo/BhIpfTB11Dk/s1600/front+door.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4zEXYw4CbE/TbCAHIgh39I/AAAAAAAAAeo/BhIpfTB11Dk/s320/front+door.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These are actually signs that were in the book.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66QPZMKdmDA/TbCAj77w7QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FofX0eLcAIE/s1600/roof.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66QPZMKdmDA/TbCAj77w7QI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FofX0eLcAIE/s200/roof.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the chapter "Xenophilus Lovegood" about twenty times slowly, picking out colors and stuff like that. I have no idea how to spell his name. And I'm not going to look it up, so deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the small picture on the right up there is the roof. I don't like it that much, but it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_GMCIeLm_A/TbCAtcd_6GI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0sbjBgIgRTc/s1600/staircase.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M_GMCIeLm_A/TbCAtcd_6GI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0sbjBgIgRTc/s320/staircase.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the spiral staircase "in the center of the floor." It took awhile to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhyUDCxIxx4/TbCEPn3vj6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/W91oEOR0A5w/s1600/kitchen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhyUDCxIxx4/TbCEPn3vj6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/W91oEOR0A5w/s400/kitchen.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5HGDvA2eDA/TbCEZbbwt4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/Cxl18HUk1Wc/s1600/stove+and+stairs.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X5HGDvA2eDA/TbCEZbbwt4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/Cxl18HUk1Wc/s200/stove+and+stairs.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so, first floor. The kitchen. If you remember the 7th book as vividly as I do, you would remember that it's perfectly circular (as is the rest of the house), has a staircase in the center of it, and is covered in paintings of flowers in primary colors, very Luna-esque. There's a stove in the background there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwviAutEL60/TbCEGMeWeAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dbUeNLkP1Hw/s1600/Floor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwviAutEL60/TbCEGMeWeAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dbUeNLkP1Hw/s320/Floor.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the floor, again, bright colors and even some glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPu-3owCM88/TbCGfbg0NMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/PXBx0LCh_Fw/s1600/work+living.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IPu-3owCM88/TbCGfbg0NMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/PXBx0LCh_Fw/s400/work+living.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the second floor, you know, the room that looks like "a combination of workplace and living area." There's the printing press on the side there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARa59KwwubU/TbCK7gJmuAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WyGesEtelHM/s1600/printing+press.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ARa59KwwubU/TbCK7gJmuAI/AAAAAAAAAfg/WyGesEtelHM/s320/printing+press.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjkaEOPBYcs/TbCGV67_MQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Gtq_jFOd17M/s1600/quibbler.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yjkaEOPBYcs/TbCGV67_MQI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Gtq_jFOd17M/s200/quibbler.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a close up. Oh, what's that? What's that? A magazine?! Quibbler, Undesirable&amp;nbsp;No. 1. With a picture of Harry Potter. Interesting, Lovegood. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously enjoy that big pile of papers and books. It makes me happy.Too bad it's in the very back of the room, behind the stairs. You can hardly see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9GJe2S6oX0/TbCGCdqNXyI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rbSQED933MA/s1600/pile+of+paper.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9GJe2S6oX0/TbCGCdqNXyI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/rbSQED933MA/s320/pile+of+paper.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIIr1ipkJCY/TbCFur5AvhI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SisYjqKTYno/s1600/crumplehorned+snorkack.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XIIr1ipkJCY/TbCFur5AvhI/AAAAAAAAAfI/SisYjqKTYno/s320/crumplehorned+snorkack.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I also really enjoy this, it's a "Crumplehorned Snorkack" (how do you spell THAT?) Horn, though really a Eurumpet horn or something like that and it BLOWS UP later in the chapter. Well later in the chapter after this chapter. I am not obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KorkWfoiYE0/TbCF49X3EHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zfbrRq1y3YU/s1600/living.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KorkWfoiYE0/TbCF49X3EHI/AAAAAAAAAfM/zfbrRq1y3YU/s320/living.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And here's the "living" part of the room,&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;less exciting than the other part. Couch. Chair. Table. Circle windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VE1jL7nnRhE/TbCM8xJEQoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/gYT1FXbWkJs/s1600/luna+bedroom.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VE1jL7nnRhE/TbCM8xJEQoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/gYT1FXbWkJs/s400/luna+bedroom.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Luna's bedroom. Because Harry, &amp;nbsp;Ron, and Hermione never go above her room, I decided not to bother with, like, her Dad's room or the attic of whatever. So this is the top floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lN1f-NhA9Q/TbCMzSO4RfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/uKMpLkXQWys/s1600/bed+and+dresser.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--lN1f-NhA9Q/TbCMzSO4RfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/uKMpLkXQWys/s320/bed+and+dresser.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a bed, a dresser, and a window. The carpet is light blue in the book, and so yeah. I never really figured Luna for a&amp;nbsp;monotonous&amp;nbsp;kind of girl, so I don't know about the blue furniture in addition to that, but I like it anyway. It's kind of like, a Ravenclaw thing, I guess. Because she was in Ravenclaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aluminum Foil mirror. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stcRhlR7ehU/TbCNGvGxHSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nncF149tDPg/s1600/pictures.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-stcRhlR7ehU/TbCNGvGxHSI/AAAAAAAAAfs/nncF149tDPg/s320/pictures.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course, the portraits on the wall. I only did Hermione, Harry, and Ron, though Ron isn't supposed to be there, Neville is. Whatever. Three fit, and I guess I thought Ron would make more sense in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really wanted to do was make a little Harry, Ron, and Hermione knocking on the door, because this is what the house looks like directly before they come in (I wouldn't do after they come,&amp;nbsp;obviously, because they sorta kinda blow it up a little.) Anyway. Do you like it? I took forever on it and I'm very proud of it, even if you don't. It was a totally amazing &lt;s&gt;waste&lt;/s&gt; use of my time and glue "slugs." And paint. And fabric. And cardboard. I used so much crap in this thing. I NEVER use my materials, I always save them for whatever. But recently I've just been like, well, if I'm always saving them, I'm NEVER going to use anything, and so then I do something that uses them all, like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now onto the pop culture thing. I'm not&amp;nbsp;ignorant, I just haven't listened to music in awhile. And I'm pretending to be more surprised than I actually am.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the time making this listening to the radio, &amp;nbsp;and I DON'T KNOW WHY I DIDN'T CHANGE IT. Music is so bad now. Okay, so half of the songs just forget to have verses now. It's just like, chorus/chorus/bridge/chorus/chorus/chorus. Not even kidding. I'm not looking for something drastic, just maybe a few extra sentences. I don't know. And also, there's only like three artists ever on. Britney Speares. Bruno Marz. And Rappers with Chicks in Background. That's one artist because they all sound the same. All of the songs are about sex, drinking, dancing, dancing sexily (that's a TaEgogy word, by the way.), drinking hard, or having sex... hard. It's a little bit disgusting. Also, Rihanna is another one of the artists that they play. But they don't play any of her good songs, just the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very&amp;nbsp;disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also officially gotten over the movie I watched yesterday and am no longer creeped out. It's not even a BAD DRUGS BAD story anymore to me, it's also a BAD&amp;nbsp;ADDICTION&amp;nbsp;BAD and &amp;nbsp;DON'T GO CRAZY and SERIOUSLY, DON'T GO CRAZY, and ADDICTIONS. BAD story. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to the house. It was fun. I liked it. Did you like it? What is your favorite detail? Do you know more about Harry Potter book 7 than me and would like to point out a flaw? Where in my house should I put this? Do you like it? What is your favorite detail? I'm just repeating myself, because I really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My writing is really awkward right now, because.... well I actually don't really know, but it's not very good, and I'm not really in the mood to write, I just did because I wanted to explain my pictures. And my title. Soooooooooooooo.... sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And answer the questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1346824883147795635?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1346824883147795635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-which-i-pretend-to-be-ignorant-of.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1346824883147795635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1346824883147795635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-which-i-pretend-to-be-ignorant-of.html' title='In Which I Pretend to be Ignorant of Pop Culture and MAKE SOMETHING'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D37WJVdaOaY/TbCAQue9_nI/AAAAAAAAAes/GHFqoaxsBu0/s72-c/full+house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-132527680052058463</id><published>2011-04-19T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T17:25:43.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'member we saved that girl, mate? you remember that? *DUHNNN*</title><content type='html'>There are some things that you just don't need to see.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I regret it, Aaron. But it's just that... I didn't need to.... god.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Requiem for a Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome movie, visually. Like all of the camera angles and the cuts and stuff. And the sounds.The sound was really unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just watched the last minute of Boy A to get over this, and I'm better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Jared Leto, the actor who plays Harry (main character of Requiem) had to shave his head and go live as a monk to get over that part? He did. Wikepedia says so. No, but really. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;He lived on the streets of New York in preparation for the role, and following the film he moved to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;, shaved his head and lived in a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;for several months to recover." I think that's cool. He's in the band 30 Seconds to Mars? He's like, the head of it. And he directs their music videos. He's pretty cool. And the director of Requiem for a Dream also directed Black Swan, which I haven't seen yet, but I've heard a lot about it. Um. Yeah. I've recovered now. Just trying to keep the image of his arm out of my head....... eugh. Okay. Good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So, guess what I did today? I was bored, and home alone, so before I watched this movie I MADE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;HOMEMADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;CINNAMON BUNS! It was so cool! I have NEVER done something like that before. It was so much fun! And they tasted... good! It was a miracle, considering how there wasn't any buttermilk or confectioner's sugar or whatever and I halved everything, making there be much room for mistake. But they were good. They were.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-132527680052058463?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/132527680052058463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/member-we-saved-that-girl-mate-you.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/132527680052058463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/132527680052058463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/member-we-saved-that-girl-mate-you.html' title='&apos;member we saved that girl, mate? you remember that? *DUHNNN*'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4619797349847403256</id><published>2011-04-14T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:59:12.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh.... Secret</title><content type='html'>Remember that animation that we watched in Earth Science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://highered.mcgraw-hill.com/olcweb/cgi/pluginpop.cgi?it=swf::640::480::/sites/dl/free/0072402466/30425/10_14.swf::Fig.%2010.14%20-%20Modes%20of%20Sediment%20Transport"&gt;This.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making one! Because Flash is cool! So don't tell Ms. VanVleet. Because this would make an awesome present; better than duct tape. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of also making one of those Mid-Latitude Low ones also. Any others that would be cool? Not something impossible, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't that be cool? Come on, you know it is. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to see Spring Showcase tomorrow, because ALLY MIRIN is in it along with other R2P people I may or may not&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;know, probably not, but I like to think I do. Anyway, it's going to be awesome. And I heard that there was a Rent song and also Thriller and also THERE'S NO business like SHOW business... da da da da da daaaaaa I don't know that sonnggggg. But I have been singing it, so it'll be nice to see. I haven't ever been to a showcase before, where they do songs from musicals, and not a musical, so I'm kind of interested in how this works. Does it just go from scene to scene? Is there any dialogue? Is that spelled wrong? How do you spell it? Spell check thinks it's spelled wrong, but it doesn't know how to spell it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love spell check? Well I do. I don't know what I would do without it. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "I really don't," and repeating sentences in general, lets go back to something a little more nerdy (sorry Ally). I'm reading The Catcher in the Rye again and it's FANTASTIC oh my god it's amazing. He's such a liar, and so pathetic, and dorky, and awkward, and perverted, and hypocritical, and immature, and just..... all around pathetic, really. I drew a picture of him. On my note paper next to my bed (for when I need to write something down at night, for instance, page numbers, song lyrics, artists, things to look up, pictures of Holden Caufield.) Spell check thinks that that's spelled wrong too, by the way. I don't think it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than halfway through it, it's awesome. The writing is really amazing. Like, seriously. All the&amp;nbsp;goddam phonies doing all the goddam phony things goddam. Again, that doesn't count as cursing, because I'm quoting a BOOK. And we all know that QUOTING is not the same thing. For example, saumensch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye, love you, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite.... um.... THEY SMIILEEE WHEN THEY ARE LOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4619797349847403256?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4619797349847403256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/shh-secret.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4619797349847403256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4619797349847403256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/shh-secret.html' title='Shh.... Secret'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4844970662920094319</id><published>2011-04-11T21:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:33:26.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal, the WORST fanfiction ever written</title><content type='html'>or possibly the best troll of all time.&lt;br /&gt;note: all misspellings are on purpose, because I'm just copying what was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so first read this, please: &lt;a href="http://encyclopediadramatica.com/My_Immortal"&gt;http://encyclopediadramatica.com/My_Immortal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as you can, the more you read the more the actual story makes sense. not that it's POSSIBLE for this story to make sense, but it helps. Ah, no, it's broken now. Whatever. Hopefully you can understand it a little without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the basics: this is fanfiction. the "canon" story (original) of Harry potter is totally thrown away, as is spelling, grammar, and often just the English language. it's 44 chapters long, bur each chapter is like a page so yeah. &lt;br /&gt;it's like a joke... but not. if it is a troll, it was insanely well thought out because apparently even her friend raven has a profile and whatever. if it's not a troll, Tara is probably the biggest idiot who ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some important translations: &lt;br /&gt;goffik: gothic, n, adj, something that people who shop at hot topic, listen to goffik bands such. as good Charlotte and simple plan are. totally. they hate preps an posers. a prep is someone who is not suicidal and a poser is someone like, for instance, dumbledore, who wishes they were goffick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fangz: thanks. this one took me awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skull: school. (geddit, cos shes goffik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cloves: clothes. I got all the way to like, chapter 39 before knowing what this meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the characters don't make any sense so I'm not even going to try.... read some of that link and it'll help... a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, here's the actual story: (AHH MY FIRST LINK IS BROKEN WHATEVER HERE:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://myimmortalrehost.webs.com/chapters122.htm"&gt;http://myimmortalrehost.webs.com/chapters122.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that you all really care, but I'm going to type my running commentary and favorite quotes here. if the thing is in quotes, it's a quote. if not, it's commentary. It might not be in order, sorry. I wrote it in a notebook on all these different pages so yeah.... also, if you see a word capitalized or spelled correctly, it's a typo on my part, sorry, it's just a habit. Watch out for the word "to" or "two" because if you see it it's supposed to be "2" by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to turn off spell check on my iPod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, it would be really cool if you read this. it's a seriously hilarious book. book. ha. right. book. anyway. how far can you read without laughing? i got to maybe the first authors note. ah its so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sum of dis chapta is xtremly scray. viower excretion advised." &lt;br /&gt;hahahah excretion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;Volcemort was. It turned out that Voldemort wasn’t there. Instead the fat guy who killed Cedric was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, not a single element of this story is consistant. names, plots, dates, etc. ebony. enoby. loopin. darko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we talked to each other in silence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh this makes no sense what is happening?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so confused! the plot keeps repeating but not in order and....... whaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goffik bands. right. you are so very punk. pop, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, the author has a friend. hi raven, nice to know you gave her sweater back. if you seriously help edit this... if this is your combined brain power.... eauugh. you really can't spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and a black die. (geddit instead of tie koz im goffik)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the author is going on vacation in "transilvania".... right.... of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUMPKIN! HA! OH MY GOD! supposed to be loopin, which is supposed to be lupin. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dogfather, serious black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I asked in a gothic voice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He was sucking some blood from a Hufflepuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, didn't Draco commit suicide? How is he here? THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and then.................. we heard sum footsteps!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filth: Filch? Wait, Filch is the cat. Ms. Norris is the human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jenny I assume you mean Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erective? SECRETIVE.&amp;nbsp;secretive? Oh my god.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The bark lord is planning to kill the students! yelled Cornelia Fudge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!' I screamed sexily."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"suddenly................................................................................................................................................................... I fell asleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;devisional/decisional=&amp;nbsp;delusional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I wok dis empt stret on da bolevrad of broken dremz' (I dnot own da lyrkz 2 dat song)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;What song? OH. Those were lyrics. You know, I'm pretty sure that Green Day hasn't copyrighted that exact spelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Darko and Vampire started 2 beat him up sexily."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Has anyone f***ing seen Draco?' I asked gothikally."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"I got up suicidally."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everyone in the room started to cry happily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldemint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor McGoogle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crosio! I shouted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the time when Draco almost commited suicide and Vampire was so supportive." HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".... shouted snap but suddenly severus came in" they're different people? okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I hope you read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to post this FOREVER ago but I haven't had time to type up all of the commentary yet. So hear you go. Seriously, read it. Again, here is the link:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://myimmortalrehost.webs.com/chapters122.htm"&gt;http://myimmortalrehost.webs.com/chapters122.htm&lt;/a&gt;and there you go. Read. Thanks. It's SO FUNNY. In a pathetic kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts? Do you think it's a troll or is she serious? Read the description? Did you enjoy the plot? Are Green Day and MCR and Panic! punk bands (hint: no)? What about Hot Topic? Is Tara a poser, just like Dumbledore? Please comment. NO ONE HAS COMMENTED on something that matters so I hope this matters, a little, enough for you to comment. I'm sad that no one said anything on my last post, the one about TSA, because that was fun. And no one even noticed I was gone.... so.... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll keep posting anyway. I'm not like Tara. I don't beg for good reviews. Ha. Plus I like writing this. Because it's fun to pretend you have an audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4844970662920094319?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4844970662920094319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-immortal-worst-fanfiction-ever.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4844970662920094319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4844970662920094319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-immortal-worst-fanfiction-ever.html' title='My Immortal, the WORST fanfiction ever written'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-626367069498650484</id><published>2011-04-11T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T02:19:50.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some books change. Some don't.</title><content type='html'>I just read Thirteen Reasons Why again, and it was good. If someone hasn't read it yet and wants to I'm bringing my copy tomorrow to lend to either the first person who asks or I see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I also read Peeps, Scott Westefeld, this weekend, and it wasn't nearly as good. Very disappointing, seeing as it used to be my favorite book. I guess it's just not as good because I've read it like four times and so know all of the amazing things it indirectly teaches you about. Either way, I'll miss it. Love him. Scott Westerfeld, I mean. He's great. But yeah, Peeps wasn't as good this time. I need to find a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've heard these rumors that people haven't been able to find any more good books because they've read them all already. They're blaming it on the perfection of The Hunger Games. These people are all very wrong, because the Hunger Games WERE NOT THAT GOOD. They were mediocre. They were okay. They were like.... an okay idea, not carried out that well, with bad characters. I mean, I liked them, but where is this OBSESSION coming from? Seriously! Like adults and children really like them and they just aren't that amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, it's been awhile that I've read something for the firs time that really struck me. It's been a long time. I might be developing the everything-good-out-there-has-already-been-read craze as well, though I'm trying not to. Truth is,  I haven't had much time for reading. I need to go to the library. God. Really badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, or I should try to read every Harry Potter again. I wonder if I can, after the musicals and the spoofs and the songs. I should also reread the Golden Compass series to understand it this time. And finish HHGTTG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, I dint really want to. I want something new. Favorite books, anyone? I'm thinking science fiction.... I'm kind of in the mood... But now it's 2 in the morning, who knows what I'll want later. Actually, I need to read the Catcher. In the Rye again and understand it. And John Green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything else? Anyone have any if those books, because I won't be able to get them. I'll just pretend to. Break resolutions.anyone have any favorite books that I haven't read already (hard to find, actually, though the library got some new ones recently so I dont recognize ALL of them anymore) or if I've read them already I wouldnsyill enjoy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I didn't have time to watch Forrest Gump. Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-626367069498650484?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/626367069498650484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-books-change-some-dont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/626367069498650484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/626367069498650484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/some-books-change-some-dont.html' title='Some books change. Some don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2629153951500959898</id><published>2011-04-09T13:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:36:47.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, and EVENTS</title><content type='html'>I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.movshare.net/video/gwzqpnp7qqmbz"&gt;http://www.movshare.net/video/gwzqpnp7qqmbz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy, Aaron and Duncan and Malama and Jessie and Lindsey Y? Yeah. I thought you might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll watch it sometime this weekend, not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this means we can all still be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY WAS AWESOME! It was so much fun! I won first in Architecture and second in Video (out of two, and we were better, and I'm a little sad about it, because we were better and at least more classy. we didn't sound like we were about to start laughing any second.) and nothing in Graphic (but Sophie got first! I have the t-shirt! and I might make myself a t-shirt of my design, just because. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually had NOWHERE to be all day officially so I just followed around people like Sophie and Jessie and Aaron and Lindsey and Esther, who did have some places to be. But mostly not, so we just had a lot of fun wandering around the campus (well, the technology building, at least) and walking in on different competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed watching Engineering Structure, where they load all these heavy things like sand and bricks into/onto a bridge/tower (for&amp;nbsp;high school) until it BREAKS with this BIG SLAMMING NOISE so it was entertaining to me, probably not as much for the people who've been working on them for the past months. Tech Bowl was also kind of fun to watch, with Jessie, who also wasn't doing it. We passed notes and made comments on the stupid judge and also the competition,especially the little genius boy in the green shirt and the trigger happy polyblend shirted guy, from the school that is genius and the school that hasn't yet gotten out of it's dorky stage and into it's nerdy/geeky stage, which is of course, less awkward. Because they're smart. And a little awkward, but the smart cancels it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun, but then again, it's a competition, so you know, you'll just hear us complaining about it for the rest of the week, I don't think anyone is planning on talking about the good things, just the unfair judges. That tech bowl one was really stupid and got really pissy after Jesse Y. blocked a question after HE ASKED IF HE COULD and the problem solving fiasco was&amp;nbsp;disappointing&amp;nbsp;to my friends who should have gotten first place, but then NOBODY got first place, and then Engineering Structure for level one, because we all know what happened there. Lets call it a mass-DQ. Again, it's a competition, no one's going to be happy with their placing. I wish there was more competition in Architecture, DeWitt were the only entries, and we all did them last week, so it would be nice to see how mine compared to someone who maybe took more time on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if you hear us saying these things, you can know that it's not true. It was an awesome awesome day and it was SO MUCH FUN. So don't believe us when we say none of it was fair, or whatever. Because most of the day wasn't about that, and a lot of the time was spent sitting in the lunch booth thing on the second (third?) floor and talking, or walking back and forth between the gym and the tech building, and watching robots push each other off mats, or watch the underdog car win second, or making&amp;nbsp;high school&amp;nbsp;friends while watching their bridges being broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you guys can no longer hate me or get me to jump off the bus, because I found the movie, and I am going to watch it. THIS WEEKEND. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, please comment, I like it when I hear from all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a COMPLETLY unrelated but happy-making note, I am wearing a skirt WITHOUT tights and it's amazing, let ms tell you. Not having to awkwardly pull them up every five minutes or checking to see it it's still there (the skirt, I mean).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2629153951500959898?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2629153951500959898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/movies-and-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2629153951500959898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2629153951500959898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/movies-and-events.html' title='Movies, and EVENTS'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3851789443105732342</id><published>2011-04-03T19:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:00:07.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I have more followers than Mr. McGrath. He has 23 and I have 25 including my invisible one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3851789443105732342?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3851789443105732342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/haha-i-have-more-followers-than-mr_03.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3851789443105732342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3851789443105732342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/haha-i-have-more-followers-than-mr_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-8217195396953715746</id><published>2011-03-30T22:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:01:08.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenergy.</title><content type='html'>Fenergy, n, 1. (common usage) Focus-Energy, being both focused on what you are doing and also loud and excited about it. Theater term, used to describe mental and physical conditions. "I don't have that much fenergy; the show isn't going to look good," or "Today we need fenergy, we should play Mirror." 2. (other usage, livvy word) Fake-Energy, pretending to have energy. What a person with fenergy really wants to do is go to sleep. People are known to go through shows, entire days, even, on fenergy alone. "Unless we get some fenergy, our show is going to suck," or "If you can't have energy, at least have fenergy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surviving on fenergy, 2. It's all fake. All if it. My interior mental condition is more like: sick, tired, dead, coughing, asleep, stressed. Thanks to my almost endless supply of fenergy, I will be able to come to school tomorrow. I will see you then. Come to our show, if you would like. I mean I guess you should but. I don't know. No, actually you should be there. Yeah. It's decided. You're going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-8217195396953715746?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8217195396953715746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/fenergy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8217195396953715746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8217195396953715746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/fenergy.html' title='Fenergy.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1361991114836781415</id><published>2011-03-26T20:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:45:25.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Juice (ha)</title><content type='html'>I just watched Easy A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy, Todd, he has a TBA part in the pre-preduction Thirteen Reasons Why Movie. He would make a great Clay, just saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking battery acid/ cough drops. It's kinda weird. Well at least that is what it tastes like. According to Sofia and Ms. Cernera, I've never actually drunk battery acid (or cough drops, but I know what they taste like.) It has healing powers and I need to be healed because I am pretty sick and we have a SHOW TO PUT ON IN A FEW DAYS, CRAP. Come. Or don't. Either one. I'll hopefully be okay by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wince* this is actually really sour. I don't know, lemon flavored. But I mean like, the aftertaste is like a cough drop, but a sour lemon one. I guess that's where the battery acid comes in? The before taste (like, what it tastes like on your tounge before you swallow) is actually kind of like orange pinnapple juice, you know? But then it's lemony. Whatever. It has magical healing powers. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog currently looks like crap now, I'm sorry, it needs a makeover BAD but I haven't had the time. Just ignore the ugly horrible gray... god. Actually I'm going to change it now to something generic. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1361991114836781415?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1361991114836781415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/magic-juice-ha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1361991114836781415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1361991114836781415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/magic-juice-ha.html' title='Magic Juice (ha)'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-8998231764781675742</id><published>2011-03-20T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:03:22.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Video</title><content type='html'>MY. HEART. STOPS. when you look at me. JUST. ONE. TOUCH. now baby I believe. THIS. IS. REAL. so take a chance and don't ever look back, DON'T EVER LOOK BACK gonna get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with digital video? Ha. You are so out of the loop. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-8998231764781675742?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8998231764781675742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/digital-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8998231764781675742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8998231764781675742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/digital-video.html' title='Digital Video'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3523389224625094130</id><published>2011-03-15T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:41:07.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished Harlem, now on to my other tragedies</title><content type='html'>My dad said to me today: "You should take these months as an example that you can't do everything, and do it well."&lt;br /&gt;I replied: "I think I did pretty well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot the word "considering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you should see my cover, it was on Photoshop, and yeah I took maybe 15 minutes tops on it. It's SO messy. You can't REALLY tell unless you look closely. So don't. And I believe I have invented a new genre of poetry, I have named it "30 Second Suck Poems" and I write a lot of them for school. I HATE/dislike poetry. I like it when I'm reading it, or writing it for fun. But I can't write on call. Especially anything good. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything looks kinda nice and so yeah. Just don't read ANYTHING. DON'T. Because these have been my goals for the project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do the bare minimum.&lt;br /&gt;2. Make it look like you didn't do the bare minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, the writing is complete crap and the presentation is pretty. Because writing (well) takes more time than making things look good. For me. I expect to hear a full report on every one of YOUR projects' tomorrow. And I mean, like, where you bought your glitter paper, and if there is no glitter paper, why the heck did you not get glitter paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word order is kinda weird/formal, I'm deciding to blame it on my keyhole response essay and on the German test, because words in German are arranged weirdly. By weirdly I mean not Englishly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3523389224625094130?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3523389224625094130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finished-harlem-now-on-to-my-other.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3523389224625094130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3523389224625094130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-finished-harlem-now-on-to-my-other.html' title='I finished Harlem, now on to my other tragedies'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4725308104512324611</id><published>2011-03-08T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:19:19.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Levels are High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k0UgARI3i_g/TXbuS6WrCTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FwatmYGhl7g/s1600/stress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k0UgARI3i_g/TXbuS6WrCTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FwatmYGhl7g/s320/stress.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Is this normal? Is this okay? It doesn't really really seem to be getting much better. I forgot the play: it should end at around the same time as TSA architecture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot homework, that goes until around the same time as end of year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very lucky I'm not Marvin, and can't think of all of this at once, or I would certainly be depressed. Right now, I just take it in small doses. It was hard to make this picture. Stressful. It didn't really help. Well, I definitely appreciate that dropping point after the 3rd quarter when procrastinating wouldn't be AS horrible. Oh god. I'm gonna die, I really am. Look at all that WHITE. Plus, all of the black is filled with "unforeseen events." So I'm pretty much booked for the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps, that is a timeline. just clarifying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4725308104512324611?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4725308104512324611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/stress-levels-are-high.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4725308104512324611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4725308104512324611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/stress-levels-are-high.html' title='Stress Levels are High'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-k0UgARI3i_g/TXbuS6WrCTI/AAAAAAAAAeg/FwatmYGhl7g/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6177150562136266898</id><published>2011-03-07T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T00:46:00.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyrics</title><content type='html'>So on buzz everyone keeps posting song lyrics, and people (hi, anna) either know them or look them up right away and post the next line or the title or artist or whatever. I think this is fun. I will post some lyrics that I KNOW, I won't cheat. How many can you get? You can look them up, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;the singer&lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;the singer in the band&lt;br /&gt;you're the loser&lt;br /&gt;i won't dismiss you out of hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you scream "good five, four good,"&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;i say: "yeah four and five are good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you have any pudding if you don't set your meat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC:All of those stories, of course are pure poppycock that proliferated online.&lt;br /&gt;JM: I do it all the time, makin up s--- is so sublime.&lt;br /&gt;KC: But that of course is little solace for the reader&lt;br /&gt;who simply wants to surf the web&lt;br /&gt;without getting pulled under by a riptide of lies.&lt;br /&gt;JM: You can't protect the web from a--holes like me, shawaytee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a strong urge to fly&lt;br /&gt;But I've got nowhere to fly to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna think anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate the food... We drank the wine&lt;br /&gt;Everybody having a good time&lt;br /&gt;Except you&lt;br /&gt;You were talking about the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hitler hairdo is making me ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's all I can think of right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6177150562136266898?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6177150562136266898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6177150562136266898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6177150562136266898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/song-lyrics.html' title='Song Lyrics'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7068027065035116810</id><published>2011-03-04T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T23:37:43.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>Yeah I saw it. It was awesome. It was really really interesting. I think I enjoy movies like that, like Boy A and The Social Network, where you can't just enjoy the movie you have to really think while you're watching. It's so much fun. It was CONFUSUNG, though! I loved it! It was like... so can they die in the fourth level, and are they real , and did he die, and what was that scene in the end about, anyway, and that whole limbo thing, explain? Pure fun, I'm telling you. Pure enjoyment. You should see it so we can hypothesize together. By the way, I can't watch a movie without wikipedia, and I know know that the guy who played Lucentio/ Cameron in 10 Things I Hate About You (I think I mentioned how dorky and adorable he was in my last post) was in it. I knew I recognized him the whole movie and I HAD to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. The end was crazy. Answer me now, was it about to tip? Was it about to tip? Wobbling. But did it fall down or pick itself up again? Ah good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7068027065035116810?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7068027065035116810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/inception.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7068027065035116810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7068027065035116810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1887645731789380676</id><published>2011-02-27T01:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T12:49:30.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.</title><content type='html'>No way. No freaking way. Why is there such beauty in this world; sometimes I get sO jealous of everything. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.laurenoliverbooks.com"&gt;Read&lt;/a&gt;. That greenish one. She's just great, isn't she? Lauren Oliver? Before I Fall. Delirium. Very great. I guess this one wasn't AS good as Before I Fall but wow... it was good. Such a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my judgement is a little off, I just finished the Twilight series again again and am still in a totally different world. A great world, I mean, I like Twilight, but a very unreal world. Everything I see is Jacob Edward Bella and the comparisons are everywhere. It's kind of weird but it's worth it, totally. I can see where the obsession could come from. You know, on the back of one of her books there's a review an it's something like "People do not want to just read Meyer's books; they want to climb inside them and live there." This is true. Or at least, it is by the second time you've read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: judgement may be off because I just read I Am Number Four, a bad book with an overall bad plot with bad characters. It had a fantastic starting idea, however, which made me put some faith in the movie to make it slightly better, you know, take some liberties.... Turns out they did. And they just didn't make it better, at all, just focused on making the people hotter (and kind of failing, actually, the guy was just weirdly old) and making the clothes look worn (also failing.) Sad. I had a lot of faith in that story. It's such a good idea! And you know. A fantastic tagline. Three of us are dead. I am number four. I am next. Fantastic. Such potential. It really makes me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am telling you that my judgement may be a little screwed, you should still listen to me and read all of the above books minus the one immediately above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, I just watched 10 Things I Hate About You, which as we all know is a modern rewrite of The Taming Of The Shrew with Heath Ledger in it, score. It's actually very funny and much less scary than it was to me in 6th grade (in terms of jokes, etc.) Bianca was ugly though. Lucentio was kinda adorable, though a little delusional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I keep you all entertained, because all I'm getting is no sleep. Look at the time. Gotta get better at this accepting that the resolution to the book I'm reading cab wait until the morning, as can my reaction to the resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off topic. Just read. You know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1887645731789380676?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1887645731789380676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-way.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1887645731789380676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1887645731789380676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-way.html' title='I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3357887346943884478</id><published>2011-02-24T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:42:26.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictional Characters/Twilight</title><content type='html'>I've been having trouble with my fictional character obsessions recently. It's becoming an issue. Not an actual issue, just a little weird. I'm in love with Darren Criss, who is of course Harry Freakin Potter (justified) but is also playing a very gay man on Glee and it's just WEIRD. He's so cute though, that I'm okay with it. Plus he can sing. And write. Etc. &lt;br /&gt;Also, Stephanie Meyer. You really can't deny her talent. Okay, time out, before you start having "eeww twilight" thoughts I'm going to give you a quiz. Raise your hand if you still have not read the series. Okay, now, if that's true, you aren't allowed to say "ewww twilight", first of all.&amp;nbsp; It is cheesy. It is a bit ridiculous. Bella is minorly obsessed/messed up/etc. It does not suck. It's a very good series. It makes you happy. Wait, I never finished my quiz. After you've raised your hand, answer: &lt;br /&gt;a. It sounds stupid, so I've never read it.&lt;br /&gt;b. I've heard it was good but I'm the kind of person who doesn't jump on the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;c. I'm not reading it because everyone else has read it (yes this is different than b)&lt;br /&gt;d. Haven't gotten around to it yet, but I probably will soon.&lt;br /&gt;e. It's too long, otherwise I would read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is any of the above than you should read it and stop being crazy. Did you know that I refused to read Harry Potter for the longest time because everyone else was reading it? Do you know where that got me? Nowhere. It took till like 2nd Grade for me to read them. No way. See? Not worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good series. It really is. Right now I finished Eclipse (number three) and just got over the one part of the series that I love Jacob enough to actually hate Bella. All the other parts I only mildly dislike her for thinking everything is her fault. During this part of Eclipse and the begining of Breaking Dawn, everything actually IS her fault and Edward is just being ridiculous for trying to make her feel better when obviously she deserves it. Only part of the series I see the appeal of Team Jacob. Taylor Lautner's my man. Ha. Zefron. Don't worry about a thing, I would never do that to you. I'm team dumbledore. (wait, dumbledore aint a fictional character!) Anywayyyyy I don't like the movies, I don't know where that came from. Hmmm avpm?? Noooo. Okay. So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do think that everyone should finish the series just so that they can communicate with the people of our age, it's not something to be obsessed over. It's not the best thing that's ever happened to the world. But you can't listen to what Urban Dictionary has to say about it. I go on urban dictionary and look up things like twilight, justin bieber, blogger, etc, when I feel like looking at some trolls. I'm so proud of myself for just callign them idiots and moving on. It really is so disappointing. Anyway again. You can't say that the writing is bad, because it's not, it makes you want to be there. You can't say that the plot is bad, because it's dramatic and exciting, kinda, at least, though it does kinda repeat throughout the books. And you can't say that the characters are bad, because there are people like Jacob, Alice, and I don't know maybe someone else somewhere that actually have realistic feelings that make sense. Then again, you can't say that any of those things are the best either. It's just a book. It's just a book. Don't obsess over it, and don't hate on it. Like Justin Beiber! He has talent, but not enough to be obsessed with. Get it? Yes? Good. Go out there and read some Twilight. You know I've read the first one 3 times, the THIRD one 3 times, the 4th one almost three times, and you wanna know how many times I've read the 2nd one? MAYBE ONE AND A HALF. It sucks. I just skip over it. I pretend it's not. even. there. It confused me for a second, going from one to three without stopping and considering what happens in 3, but I got over it pretty fast. It's just like, Oh, Jacob's a werewolf, right, I forgot about that, and Oh cool, Bella's not suicidal any more. Pretty awesome, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to my fictional characters bit. You all know about Rudy. He's perfect. And Jacob and Edward. I'm cooler than bella, so I can have both. Ummmm who else. Andrew Garfield, who's not necessarily a fictional character but you know what I mean. Dum dum dum Ian from The Host (sorry, more stephanie meyer. Sadly almost the same plot, but a little better, and a better romance interest and ending. An ending with the person you actually like, sorry, spoiler alert, btw. read it.) WHo else. Tryin to think.... right Artemis Fowl. Duh. Sorry about that. He's gorgeous and a genius. Got a little crazy there. But I'm okay. Come on I could've sworn I had a longer list before. Help? Holden whatever his name is, Catcher in the Rye, love him, he's such a DORK. He's so funny. Cute, but pathetic. Haha. Um. Toby Turner. Youtuber. The Gregory Brothers. Shut up, Evan's married, I don't care, Micheals pretty awesome. Lookem up. You know, they're the autotune the news people. Obama. Shawtayyy Shashashawtaayyayayaaa. Love. Ummmmm more youtubers I know.... DUH jake and amir are gorgeous, but no one can really come between them. Such a love hate relationship going on there you just have the watch the whole season to understand why I'm wanting Amir's bestfriendness dreams to come. Jake can be a douche. But they're like Quirlldemort. Jake, open your eyessssss. Stupid. Anyway. I think that's about it. You know, plus Ed Kennedy and all the Zusaks and the&amp;nbsp;Westerfelds and the I DON'T KNOW Calder Piggots, no, he's not cool... but whatever. Those people. I'm such a &lt;a href="http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-so.html"&gt;polygamist.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;See what I did there? Back to some other book. Books are good. Books are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3357887346943884478?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3357887346943884478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/fictional-characterstwilight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3357887346943884478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3357887346943884478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/fictional-characterstwilight.html' title='Fictional Characters/Twilight'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5603698672386488891</id><published>2011-02-20T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T23:38:12.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Can't. Help. Myself, I'm addicted to a LIFE OF MATERIAL.</title><content type='html'>This post is either gonna ve really short or really long, depending on if I'm planning on talking about the wedding I went to adt night. Probably not. It's late. Not that pate, but late when yesterday you were up till 2 dancing and then woke up at 9... Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gafa is the best. I've been listening to ber album the past few days and her songs are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS BOYS BOYS... we like boys with cars... BOYS BOYS BOYS... Buy us drinks in bars...&lt;br /&gt;And we're in heaven-- H. E. A. V. E. N. disco heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Chase you down until you love me...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else left to say, eh, eh.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry cherry boom boom BABY WILL YOU BLOW MY HEART UP.&lt;br /&gt;don't be a drag... Just be a queen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah she's great and very catchy. Can't get then out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the WAY anyone game: http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/ I know you are. It's not NaNoWriMo but it's SCRIPTS! scripts are fun! we should do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love NYC pizza. Just putting it out there. Anyone gone to Lambardis? Somethibg like that... It's amazing. We didn't go there today but I've been and it's awesome and I wanted to go back but no.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk more about this later. Hopefully I won't get sick. It was all worth it, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-5603698672386488891?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5603698672386488891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-help-myself-im-addicted-to-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5603698672386488891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5603698672386488891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-help-myself-im-addicted-to-life.html' title='I. Can&apos;t. Help. Myself, I&apos;m addicted to a LIFE OF MATERIAL.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3282437202151497452</id><published>2011-02-17T23:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:54:25.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Message</title><content type='html'>"They're green now, buddy."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird-shit magnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just do me a favor and remember one thing," he says. "Have faith, Ed, alright?"&lt;br /&gt;I search the coffee mug, but there's none in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power and the glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of love to hate you like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be okay just for the sake of it. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am the Messenger. Never before have you seen such beauty. Beautiful. It's fantastic. It's for boys and girls and adults and the people like Ritchie and the people like Sophie and people like Milla or even Gavin or maybe Ed himself. What is your life? How is it? What are you DOING with it? Ed, I love your story. I need to hear about real people that actually exist being as beautiful as you and everyone you helped. I want an ace in the mail. I want to stop a rape. Or make a girl beautiful with just an empty box. Or cure someone's deepest sadness. I want life to count. To not see a dead man when you look in the mirror, you need to have lived in your life. Markus Zusak. You are the best author. I cannot honestly think of anyone else who's books have affected me this much. We all know what The Book Thief does to me. Rudy. Liesel. How many times did she have to say goodbye? Fighting Ruben Wolfe. Getting the Girl. Not even my type of book. Probably for boys. But guess what, they made me cry. All of them do. And what more could you ask for than a book that makes you weep, laugh, and see the world more clearly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Am the Messenger. Beauty. Beauty. Gritty. Hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all so beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3282437202151497452?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3282437202151497452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3282437202151497452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3282437202151497452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/message.html' title='The Message'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-8303109917125954045</id><published>2011-02-15T01:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:17:17.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYSTSA 30 is a major part of my computer time</title><content type='html'>My valentine's day was pretty awesome, I'm sorry if any of yours was not. Adri you goddess of love. "I'll bring LOVE.." hahaha that was funny. &lt;br /&gt;But really it was fun. It was like a normal day, with candy. I underestimated myself, a lot, again, on the algebra quiz, and talked about Pride and prejudice in tech with esther. My pencil has now been laser engraved to say "I'M IN A RAGE!!!" and therefore life is good. TSA tomorrow. Not going to play practice. None of the music teachers there: no blocking. Come and get me if we actually do go on stage. Ha, go on stage. Play practice. That's funny. Hey, Soph, we really need to get this architecture thing done. Especially the heating part. Energy efficient... Green.... Aeehhh why that's such a boring thing to think about. Aesthetics are soooo much more important, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Benvolio is cool, but Romeo is more pathetic. Esther wished he took his shirt off more than Benvolio does, in the movie. Leonardo, I mean. As Romeo. Let's just stare at that tv now, shall we? Haha German. Titanic. He looks like he's two. Mr snell. Titanic. Schmalzig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a lot if sense to the general public tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-8303109917125954045?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8303109917125954045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentines-day-was-pretty-awesome-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8303109917125954045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8303109917125954045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-valentines-day-was-pretty-awesome-im.html' title='NYSTSA 30 is a major part of my computer time'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-20325529515280517</id><published>2011-02-13T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T01:47:35.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Just Revisit This For a Second</title><content type='html'>...because I am wearing this jacket that says Salvatore and I am deeply into this night with this Nick person and I am occasionally having really, truly, pornographic, thoughts about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could anyone not like a book with a sentence like that? It's not even possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-20325529515280517?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/20325529515280517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-just-revisit-this-for-second.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/20325529515280517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/20325529515280517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-just-revisit-this-for-second.html' title='Let&apos;s Just Revisit This For a Second'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5062059273040177849</id><published>2011-02-06T01:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T02:00:34.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Is Entitled to Their Own Wrong Opinion</title><content type='html'>I just read a review of Ransom My Heart, an adult romance historical fiction by Meg Cabot. A person saying that it was too explicit to be so well publicized in her last Princess Diaries book. You know, which are for younger audiences. And then there's Ransom My Heart, for mature adult audiences. It's explicit, I know, and I agree with the author/blogger/reviewer who said that "Mia" should not have "written" this book (see, Meg Cabot pretended that the main character of PD wrote her own novel and published it). 12 year old kids shouldn't be reading that stuff, and I agree. No matter what I did when I was twelve. When was that, last year? No, I wouldn't've wanted to. I do not approve of book banning whatsoever but I know that theres a limit to what's appropriate, and authors need to understand who their audiences are and not treat them in an inappropriate way. If you know they're 12, don't try and make them read an adult romance novel. Authors need limits. And while Ransom My Heart would be a fine adult book, it should not have been "written" and advertised for by a much loved real life small country princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what actually made me kinda mad about this thing was the comments people had left on this person's argument. People said that she was being an idiot for assuming that people who read the princess diaries were 12. Their point was that no one younger than 11 read the PD and no one at the age of 11 read about, I don't know how many are in the series, 13? books that have no educational value in a year. Um. Wrong. So very wrong. When I was 11 and 12 I read like a hundred books a year, and I don't even think I'm exaggerating by that much. Well maybe. But my point is, I could and DID read most of PD in 5th and 6th grade, and then I freaking OUTGREW it. I haven't read like the last 4. In addition to that, I finished Harry Potter, and again, and I probably read Artemis Fowl that year too, wow look at that, and reread both, at least twice. And, oh my god, I remember the plot to all of them! 11 year olds are not immature... They read for fun, yes, not just educational value, but I'm also pretty sure that was also the year I read any holocaust story I could get my hands on. Hitler's biography even, just to see how much of a story was true. and I (gasp) LEARNED. People shouldn't assume that children only read Anne of Green Gables and nothing else in 6th grade. I've never even read that, by the way. But I am the Messenger, anyone? Uh huh. HHGTTG? Yeah. Don't be stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not generalizing every 11 year old to share my, I admit, crazy, book repertoire, but I am NOT the only one out there who read and finished about 20 series that year and is a better person for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid adults not remembering that we learned how to read long enough ago to be good and fast at it. &lt;br /&gt;Stupid adults doubting our mind capacity. God I've read 1984! I've read Fahrenheit 451! I've read about four and a half Shakespeare plays, and have yet to get around to but I will read Pride and Prejudice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still agree with the author, because I have not gone into the adult realistic fiction section THAT OFTEN and I know it's not necessary or even what an kid WANTS to read about. I remember the days when a HUG in a book was romantic. When Ginny blushing at Harry in book two was the cutest thing ever. That was more like tens, never mind. When a perfect kiss on the last page of the book meant a happy ending forever, and it was fantastic. The feeling was fantastic. And an 11 year old doesn't need anything more. They don't need Mia Thermopolis telling them to read explicit and poorly written romance novels. But they have the ability to. And you shouldn't doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pssst. YES. Finally a decent blog post about something I actually care about. Sorry for not writing for so long. Really writing, I mean. Sorry it's so late right now, but this needed to come out. So yeah. I'm very happy I actually wrote something. My blog has been quite pathetic recently. Sorry about that.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-5062059273040177849?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5062059273040177849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/11-year-olds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5062059273040177849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5062059273040177849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/11-year-olds.html' title='Everyone Is Entitled to Their Own Wrong Opinion'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3760199987987796038</id><published>2011-02-05T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:31:27.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeeeeee Prooogrammmmss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TU3rVuT-HqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/S87_mGS0uiA/s1600/archiCAD+picture+screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TU3rVuT-HqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/S87_mGS0uiA/s320/archiCAD+picture+screenshot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See that? SEE THAT? ArchiCAD 14, student version. It's like CAD, but Archi. I mean architecture. But I don't know how to make a wall a size I want; you're supposed to drag them to the right size and it's always off for me. I need like dimensioning but I don't know hoowwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3760199987987796038?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3760199987987796038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/freeeeeee-prooogrammmmss.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3760199987987796038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3760199987987796038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/freeeeeee-prooogrammmmss.html' title='Freeeeeee Prooogrammmmss'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TU3rVuT-HqI/AAAAAAAAAeA/S87_mGS0uiA/s72-c/archiCAD+picture+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4556293219721722451</id><published>2011-02-04T22:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T22:47:04.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Snob? Movie Lover? Movie Obsessed? Yes. All of the Above.</title><content type='html'>I'm in a total mind boggled mode right now. Totally totally totally brain dead. Movies can do that to me. Good ones. &lt;br /&gt;I've become a bit of a movie snob recently. First there was the weekend where I watched 7 (honestly, not the best, a bit cheesy, you know) movies in a row. I think that was step one to being a movie snob. I mean I've seen tons of movies before, but those 7 really did something to me. They made me feel sadness, love, etc. They controlled my emotions. And those were the only mediocre movies.&lt;br /&gt;Step two was watching the Social Network. I had heard the story, I had read the interview from The New Yorker but I just wasn't ready for the STORY. I understand it's not all true, but it doesn't have to be true. He doesn't have to be a jerk in real life. That's allowed. But the STORY. It blew my mind. And it was told like, da da, da da, and therefore, and DADA and oh my god and oooooooohhhhhh and then AHA and then oh my freaking god and then AHA and then bing bing and then whoaaaaa and it just blew my mind, I'm sorry that that wasn't in any human language. All I wanted to do after watching that movie was curl up in a ball and think about the chain of events that lead to that inconclusive conclusion. If you haven't seen it yet, you should see it. &lt;br /&gt;But I just watched Boy A. I just watched Boy A. Oh my gooooddddd. Those last two sentences just did something to my mind and now it's not working properly anymore. OH MY GOD that ending was not fair. Do NOT read the article on Wikipedia to find out how it ends. Instead, go &lt;a href="http://www.moviewatch.in/external.php?title=Boy+A&amp;amp;url=aHR0cDovL2Zyb2dtb3Z6LmNvbS81eDN2dzdocDQyNG0=&amp;amp;domain=ZnJvZ21vdnouY29t&amp;amp;loggedin=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and watch it and find out for yourself. Ohhhhhhhhmyyyyyyggoodddddd and it wasn't even about Andrew Garfield. No, I mean, it was totally all him, but like, HIM, as in Andrew, didn't even matter. I mean what he looked like. You know. It was just the story. And the plot. And it was craziness. And it was most definitely rated r, thank you, first time ever, be proud. Ehh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD FACE MELT MIND DEATH I'm SO FAR GONE (ah, see what I did there?) into the world of non existing people it's really gonna be a problem for me someday. Oh my goddddddd Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack NOO ERIC? ERIC? ERIC? PHILLIIIPPP!?!?! STUPID JERK! Terry you should've... no..... your son, he shouldn't've........ eaahhhhhhhhh. That was a crazy movie. It really messed with me. Really really. Oh, crap. That was well worth 100 minutes of my time. I love this feeling, and it normally happens with books. Don't you just adore it when your mind is dead and all you wanna do is curl up in a ball and think about a plot (normally a book) but instead tell your beloved blog readers about it? Ahhhh this is fantastic my brain is so confused up and racing and shouting and protesting and hoping and wishing and loving ALL AT THE SAME TIME, THAT'S WAY MORE THAN A TEASPOON, HERMIONE aha raise your hand if you got that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy A. Andrew Garfield. Now I have a writer to look up to. It was a book. Not gonna read it, it would be scary. But I'll look up his other ones. And more movies. And oh my god oh my god my god, that was crazy. Please, watch. And tell me about it when you come back, sweetheart, I do enjoy our little chats. aha raise your hand if you got that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just, again, FACE MELT BRAIN DEATH faint sigh scream. Movies. They do this to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4556293219721722451?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4556293219721722451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/movie-snob-movie-lover-movie-obsessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4556293219721722451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4556293219721722451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/movie-snob-movie-lover-movie-obsessed.html' title='Movie Snob? Movie Lover? Movie Obsessed? Yes. All of the Above.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7186730937801512156</id><published>2011-02-04T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:31:17.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meaning We Give to Words</title><content type='html'>And I'm sorry if I haven't written to you in a while. It's just that life gets in the way of living. It's just that my fingers were stuck together. It's just that all the paper in the world caught fire. &lt;br /&gt;You'll forgive me if I haven't written in a while. It's just that all the envelopes made love to dragonflies and now, we cannot bring them down. It's just that time stopped ticking. It's just that all the ink ran clear. &lt;br /&gt;My apologies if I haven't written in a while. It's just that words ran out of letters (these are the last in the bag). It's just that language isn't perfect. It's just, me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I Wrote This for You (link in blogs I follow. It's very good. Very very good.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7186730937801512156?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7186730937801512156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/meaning-we-give-to-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7186730937801512156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7186730937801512156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/meaning-we-give-to-words.html' title='The Meaning We Give to Words'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3070791303416390654</id><published>2011-02-03T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T17:56:54.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TSA is my new favorite thing</title><content type='html'>I'M DOING BOTH! The musical with Ally and Adri and Sarah, etc, too many of you to name, and TSA WITH SOPHIE AND AARON AND JESSIE AND LINDSEY this is going to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ditching everyone today at play practice, but, yeah, TSA was awesome. CAD. CAD. YES. I love learning. I'm sorry, I really do. And what did &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; do, sing more? HA. Ha.. No, I heard you blocked something!?!? Good for youuuuuuu which scene? And Lucy, could you bring your script tomorrow so I could copy my stuff over? Thannkkk yyyouuuuu I'm in a marginally better mood than the other day. I'M DOING BOTH! Mr. Buchner talked to Ms. Bintz who I think hates me now but that's okay because I'M DOING BOTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3070791303416390654?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3070791303416390654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/tsa-is-my-new-favorite-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3070791303416390654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3070791303416390654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/tsa-is-my-new-favorite-thing.html' title='TSA is my new favorite thing'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2646485159053804006</id><published>2011-02-01T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:23:30.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been web stalking Andrew Garfield (aahhhh) and really wants to have a movie party with all of his movies together. Problem is, they are ALL rated R. Lions for Lambs (which actually sounds kinda good, even though it's not really my kind of movie), Boy A which sounds reallyy intricate and interesting, maybe I'll read the book, Never Let Me Go which also has KEIRA KNIGHTLY in it, double win, and seems like a really weird ground for a movie but also intricate and interesting. Maybe I'll read that book.&lt;br /&gt;But see, they're all rated R. Except for ONE where he isn't even remotely a big part- he's not even in the preview. And plus the Imaginatarium of Doctor Parnassus looks kinda bad with sucky graphics. I'm going to try and find the other ones online anyway. Anyone interested? We could have a planned gmail chat party while watching it. Or, you know, we could all come to my house and connect my dads computer to the tv. But see, they're rated r. We should be sneaky about this.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone interested? I have serious skill at tracking down free movies online. Experience, mostly from the time I watched 7 in one weekend. 7 movies. Online. I hope I can find one of ANDREWS because everyone knows that his eyes and suits and shirts are the bestest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2646485159053804006?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2646485159053804006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-web-stalking-andrew-garfield.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2646485159053804006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2646485159053804006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-been-web-stalking-andrew-garfield.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2171065680404269938</id><published>2011-01-31T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:15:25.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d77cfdf8499b2ed6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd77cfdf8499b2ed6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D95FA965E9A7A4C55A71A82749D19D8304A02374.377C1C7B1DFD041C52422CE26203B070B30E3F44%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd77cfdf8499b2ed6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG7LTf5C0fK9Jc1X9MRSekBuYVNc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd77cfdf8499b2ed6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D95FA965E9A7A4C55A71A82749D19D8304A02374.377C1C7B1DFD041C52422CE26203B070B30E3F44%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd77cfdf8499b2ed6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DG7LTf5C0fK9Jc1X9MRSekBuYVNc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I finished! Hahahaha, I told you all it would have a really mature ending. BWAHAHAHAMWA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2171065680404269938?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2171065680404269938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2171065680404269938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2171065680404269938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3328590926931764659</id><published>2011-01-30T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:42:42.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSICALTSAMUSICALTSAMUSICAL</title><content type='html'>So I was totally and completley happy the other day, and now I'm totally and completely depressed. Funny how things change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can do TSA. I appreciate your faith in me, Aaron, but I don't think that I have enough motivation for missing two meetings (out of two) a week and making them up when I should be what, doing my earth science homework? Protecting my sanity? Plus it's not nice to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to help me decide which one to drop. I don't know if I am even considering dropping the play yet. I need to get rid of one of them. And I really have no idea which would be more fun, which would me better, which I would regret LESS. Because I would regret them both. I'm already regretting having to choose. I'm already regretting losing these opportunities. TSA- to make things and design things and become friends with new people and closer to people I don't see as often as I wish. To make things and design things and then MAKE THINGS and do things that I will need forever and ever and even do professionally, hopefully someday. Or the musical- probably the last time I will get into one, honestly. At least with a decent part. And to stay friends with all of my friends and the people in 6th and 7th grade who don't know me yet and to whom I would like to be the new Annie and Joasia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the worst- NO, it is the worst- decision I have had to make in my entire life EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER. I'm going to DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE life sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could do TSA next year? But who knows if I'll just put that off too. AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3328590926931764659?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3328590926931764659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/musicaltsamusicaltsamusical.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3328590926931764659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3328590926931764659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/musicaltsamusicaltsamusical.html' title='MUSICALTSAMUSICALTSAMUSICAL'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2078178700167976109</id><published>2011-01-29T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:26:02.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG WARS!</title><content type='html'>Isn't life just great when people don't want to say anything of any value but do enjoy the screaming? No more angry blog posts. Haven't we been through this before? I don't want people mad. You don't want people mad. We all just need to live in peace, harmony, and super burritos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2078178700167976109?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2078178700167976109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2078178700167976109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2078178700167976109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-wars.html' title='BLOG WARS!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7237643106963592579</id><published>2011-01-28T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:50:48.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons for Happiness</title><content type='html'>Everyone is so happy! Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. VIVADATE HAS FINALLY BEEN DECIDED ON!&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm finally going to see The Social Network, which I've been wanting to see for ever and ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;3. There isn't going to be a math test tomorrow! Yes! Yes! Yes! Midterms: over.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm supposed to be "very happy" about the grade I got, according to Mr. McGrath's email (yeah, Meghan- he did send me one) which only makes me more curious, but still.&lt;br /&gt;5. My bff the closet genius.&lt;br /&gt;6. My bffs who cane to the SOCK HOP with the little children.&lt;br /&gt;7. Movies. Movies rock.&lt;br /&gt;8. THE MUSICAL! STORY TELLER NUMBER TWO! Because, you know, my dominant friend is number one. But it's good to be friends with the dominant people.&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm reading Wicked and it's rocking my world. Yes, it's rocking my world. I WENT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;10. Can I just summarize: vivadates, social network, no school and no tests tomorrow, bffs, movies, islands, books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, my friends, is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7237643106963592579?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7237643106963592579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/reasons-for-happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7237643106963592579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7237643106963592579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/reasons-for-happiness.html' title='Reasons for Happiness'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7953929053018564605</id><published>2011-01-23T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:19:20.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Running Around My Head</title><content type='html'>Don't you feel foolish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had a butt trumpet. My butt went "boop boop, boop boop,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. I put my faith in love. I followed where it led. To my personal circle of hell. It has not worked out well. I wish that I were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Number Four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO LOOKS STUPID NOW? YOU DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just OH OH OH OH oh much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was blind before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that red head. Um. Mary Jane. She's really fond of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantis Complex onetwothreefourfive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weird. It's weird. Very weird. Freaking weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I............. have become. Comfortably Numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to shiver like that. "I have no heat, I told y-" I used to sweat. . "I got a cold" Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vot is between you and Hermy-oh-ninny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say YES, Vanessa, YES, I must confess of my obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the WINDOWWWWWWW to the WALL (to the wall) "What are you doing?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the chance you've been given how can you not be, driven as hell?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to put it on that internet site, what's it called? "Youtube." Right, youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygod, ohmygod you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cyberland we only drink. DIET COKE, COKE, COKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobby never meant to killl.... Dobby only meant to maim, or seriously injure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen it in awhile since she brought you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a french ambassadors daughter in her dorm room at Miss Porters. And you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got these days of summer to remind us of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So **** YOU, Draco, how's THAT for a happy thought!?! (hahahahhahahahahahhahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M IN A RAGE! THIS IS THE MADDEST I"VE EVER BEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey isn't this e-e-easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is drowning and I... I live by the RIVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run and tell that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone name all of the references? Just wondering. Also, I feel like no one reads this anymore. Is there anybody out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7953929053018564605?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7953929053018564605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-running-around-my-head.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7953929053018564605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7953929053018564605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-running-around-my-head.html' title='Things Running Around My Head'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2731611338905370140</id><published>2011-01-20T23:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:25:43.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not done yet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19cdffa116b880dc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19cdffa116b880dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B1BBD8F934F8CBCE983891454B50DCEE99CA6DB.3CFC5E0C41B2814F4DFF777B266A50C0D0962979%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19cdffa116b880dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkmogwzUUTbZY6XEN4hTGzOBwhwY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D19cdffa116b880dc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331146743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B1BBD8F934F8CBCE983891454B50DCEE99CA6DB.3CFC5E0C41B2814F4DFF777B266A50C0D0962979%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19cdffa116b880dc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkmogwzUUTbZY6XEN4hTGzOBwhwY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just discovered flash. It's pretty awesome. Don't you agree? It's not done. I think I'm going to have the tree eat her. Just to be different in an immature kind of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2731611338905370140?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2731611338905370140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-done-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2731611338905370140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2731611338905370140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-done-yet.html' title='It&apos;s not done yet...'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-904295327343986688</id><published>2011-01-20T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:12:02.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the World (part two) makes me cry. Just a little. Just a little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not trying to give anything away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fantastic Book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Read it, please, would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of the places where I cried. Well, teared up and choked a little. Got sad. Not cried. I saved that for the end. And this morning, in homebase, when talking about it. Ah, Rudy. I didn't put that, the most devastating&amp;nbsp;part,&amp;nbsp;up here. I would've gotten water on&amp;nbsp;the camera if I tried. Plus it gives too much away. Something about a kiss. Something about a saumench. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjo4UmIkRI/AAAAAAAAAco/eBLaJVxH98s/s1600/PICT0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjo4UmIkRI/AAAAAAAAAco/eBLaJVxH98s/s320/PICT0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjo-ohaKKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/qI8s0t9ixLM/s1600/PICT0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjo-ohaKKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/qI8s0t9ixLM/s320/PICT0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpEYpul7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/yPf3HgkdCqI/s1600/PICT0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpEYpul7I/AAAAAAAAAcw/yPf3HgkdCqI/s320/PICT0015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpJ76ZySI/AAAAAAAAAc0/gxONfXlQClc/s1600/PICT0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpJ76ZySI/AAAAAAAAAc0/gxONfXlQClc/s320/PICT0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpPOjeDNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qXS3cL0bOPA/s1600/PICT0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpPOjeDNI/AAAAAAAAAc4/qXS3cL0bOPA/s320/PICT0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpVfWX59I/AAAAAAAAAc8/1noDnJRRRdg/s1600/PICT0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpVfWX59I/AAAAAAAAAc8/1noDnJRRRdg/s320/PICT0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpbC7I7sI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iB1DkMlWFGw/s1600/PICT0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjpbC7I7sI/AAAAAAAAAdA/iB1DkMlWFGw/s320/PICT0020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a monday, and they walked on the tightrope to the sun. Hair the color of lemons. Oh, crucified christ, Rudy. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. &lt;a href="http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/sobbing-for-ten-pages-straight.html"&gt;I've actually done this before. &lt;/a&gt;There will be a lot of Book Thief tributes on this blog, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-904295327343986688?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/904295327343986688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-world-part-two-makes-me-cry-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/904295327343986688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/904295327343986688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-world-part-two-makes-me-cry-just.html' title='The End of the World (part two) makes me cry. Just a little. Just a little.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TTjo4UmIkRI/AAAAAAAAAco/eBLaJVxH98s/s72-c/PICT0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6368603283069658813</id><published>2011-01-15T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T13:46:53.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2989351/Livvy"&gt;http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/2989351/Livvy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wordle for my blog, too! Adri and Sophie have also posted theirs. It's kinda fun to see what words come up biggest. For instance, mine is all about books. Because I've been reading a lot recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6368603283069658813?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6368603283069658813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6368603283069658813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6368603283069658813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordle.html' title='Wordle'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3981903170895332982</id><published>2011-01-12T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:40:48.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dash and Lily, Chapter 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Fourteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 28th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Mrs. Basil E., *fanciful* is the adjective for which Snarl--I mean Dash--feels the most longing. Certainly it explained why he'd answered the call of the red notebook at the Strand to begin with and played along, for a while, until he discovered that the real Lily, as opposed to his imagined one, would turn him less *fanciful* and more *dour* (3. gloomy, sullen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, fanciful's origin circa 1627 made me still love the word, even if I'd ruined its applicability to my connection with Snarl. (I mean *DASH!*) Like, I could totally see Mrs. Mary Poppencock returning home to her cobblestone hut with the thatched roof in Thamesburyshire, Jolly Olde England, and saying to her husband, "Good sir Bruce, would it not be wonderful to have a roof that doesn't leak when it rains on our green shires, and stuff?" And Sir Bruce Poppencock would have been like, "I say, missus, you're very *fanciful* with your ideas today." To which Mrs. P. responded, "Why, Master P., you've made up a word! What year is it? I do believe it's circa 1627! Let's carve the year--we *think*--on a stone so no one forgets. *Fanciful!* Dear man, you are a genius. I'm so glad my father forced me to marry you and allow you to impregnate me every year.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. Sarcastic amazement. Hahahahhaha. You should read &lt;a href="http://peaceloveandllama.blogspot.com/2011/01/did-someone-say-bastion-of-titillating.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;book, and the reason that I'm linking you to the picture on Jessie's blog is because she lent it to me. Now she's gonna read Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and we'll be book buddies! More so than before! Ha. I can no longer use exclamation points without thinking of Boomer. By the way, this book is much more appropriate word/vocabulary/content-wise than Nick and Norah, some of you might not be scared away! Though, in my opinion, it is not nearly as good. It kinda seems almost as if it was written with not only no original plan (which is true, they just emailed the chapters back and forth to each other) but also didn't go through much plot editing after, which makes it sometimes not that realistic. But it's still really really really good. I really like Rachel Cohn and David Levithan. Nick and Norah. DON'T WATCH THE MOVIE, READ THE BOOK, MY, MY METRO CARD, HE'S NOT A GEEK, HE'S A SEXY BASS GOD, and don't you doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3981903170895332982?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3981903170895332982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/dash-and-lily-chapter-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3981903170895332982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3981903170895332982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/dash-and-lily-chapter-14.html' title='Dash and Lily, Chapter 14'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1659297203193870169</id><published>2011-01-10T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:12:32.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlantic Complex</title><content type='html'>ARTEMIS FOWL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYY love love i love him and he's fifteen now, you know, reasonably old enough for an imaginary character deserving of girls in love with him in the real world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a very cool place to end the book, you know. I won't ruin it for any of you, but it doesn't leave him feeling completely fabulous. And now I need to read the next one, which I don't even know exists. Stupid authors. I have to wait until NEXT OCTOBER for the third leviathan, and now this. (guess what I have now!! Genius wars! You know I've had some awesome books to read if I haven't gotten arOund to that yet) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Artemis Fowl. HE GOES CRAZY! I can tell you this without feeling guilty because someone told me before I read it too. He goes crazy and starts counting by fives! Words! Multiple personalities! Crazy! Artemis fowl!&lt;br /&gt;He never struck me as a mentally diseased man, actually, in fact it was kind of dissapointing. All I wanted was for him to get all ah-mazing and go out with that Minerva girl, but no, that's not gonna HAPPEN, is it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite shallow with books. You should've seen me with Leviathan. I was like, "Come ON he doesn't even know that she's a GIRL yet." Duuudeeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting thing about Artemis Fowl is that you can totally tell that Eoin went on a Douglas Adams fest before writing And Another Thing (which he wrote when Adams died before finishing HHGTTG) and so now the writing sounds kinda Douglas Adams wanna be, a little. Which makes me sad because colfer is/was SO GOOD funny. It's still good... Just I can somehow hear the Adams behind it. Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Artrmis, love him. He's like, the coolest, ever. Epic evil geniuses turned good turned crazy are HOT, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming pretty weird with my book crushes. Some day I'll realize that these people aren't real and I will be very very sad. Until then, I'll just shove that logic to the back of my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1659297203193870169?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1659297203193870169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/atlantic-complex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1659297203193870169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1659297203193870169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/atlantic-complex.html' title='Atlantic Complex'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6453358068349413414</id><published>2011-01-10T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:09:06.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know What Steampunk is Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="500" id="il_fi" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n60/n302458.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="306" /&gt;&lt;img height="500" id="il_fi" src="http://img1.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n69/n345983.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="312" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leviathan, Behemoth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott Westerfeld.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the third one, and when is it out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6453358068349413414?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6453358068349413414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-what-steampunk-is-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6453358068349413414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6453358068349413414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-what-steampunk-is-now.html' title='I Know What Steampunk is Now!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-6477890087030835061</id><published>2011-01-03T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:54:26.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made something PEOPLE SIZED with my sewing machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I made a skirt. And it's so depressing that&amp;nbsp;I didn't have enough fabric and it was too short and has to be my sisters. So so depressing because actually, she doesn't really wear skirts. And so she won't even appreciate it properly. God. And plus, I actually need more skirts I don't have enough.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPF4oehII/AAAAAAAAAcI/3vQ01O1f0es/s1600/DSC00066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPF4oehII/AAAAAAAAAcI/3vQ01O1f0es/s320/DSC00066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;See that awesome elastic scrunch thing? I learned how to do that by staring at an Urban Outfitter's skirt for a few minutes. I then said, "Wow, that doesn't look to hard," followed by, "I can cut that elastic out of my broken pajama bottoms!" And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPP0rphyI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vKWBfyvK5lk/s1600/elastic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPP0rphyI/AAAAAAAAAcM/vKWBfyvK5lk/s320/elastic.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPZwm3tgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xg49o3Lxrfc/s1600/label.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPZwm3tgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xg49o3Lxrfc/s320/label.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to make a label, you know how it is. It says "Livvy." In cursive. On a sewing machine. The second "v" is so messed up... whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJP5XfdRgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qQrarK35_RA/s1600/what+stitch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJP5XfdRgI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qQrarK35_RA/s320/what+stitch.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm especially happy with how this seam turned out. What seam, you ask? Exactly. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the triangle patterned one, bordered on red on either side in the center of the screen. A little purple sticking out on our right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPuowwe0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/uwQnRcitvx8/s1600/that+stitch.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPuowwe0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/uwQnRcitvx8/s320/that+stitch.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;That one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJQDv96jBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/asLrRGxjam0/s1600/messy+finish.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJQDv96jBI/AAAAAAAAAcg/asLrRGxjam0/s320/messy+finish.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, this one isn't that cool. It's kinda messy. Well, that's what the back is for, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPkP2qnEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_ukkSu9MCig/s1600/messy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPkP2qnEI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_ukkSu9MCig/s320/messy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so happy that I made something people sized instead of just American Girl Doll sized. And this kind of skirt is insanely easy too. Just the ironing so the pleats get kinda even at the bottom was annoying. Pleating is annoying, people. It takes all this pins and crap. Ugh. Good thing I have a new magnetic pin holder instead of just a... plastic bowl! And of course, my new TOMATO one from Lucynda!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And, in answer to whatever questions you had- no, I didn't do anything other than this all break. Well, sinse this didn't take that long, I managed to do largely nothing all break. Other than read. Ahhhhhhhh....... books. I read the Hunger Games! YUS! And I'm on the last one of the HHGTTG (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) that Douglas Adams wrote, anyway, before he died. Such a shame. Can't wait to read Eion Colfer's ending, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Books for you to read (here, I'll help you out with this.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (all of them. this is a series that will greatly improve your life. Honestly. Everything looks better to me now. Everything makes more sense in a less-sense kind of way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. The Hunger Games series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All of the above are available for borrowing, speak to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Other than the last two Hunger Games. I only have those electronically, thank you Amazon, thank you Aunt Kimmy, thank you Kindle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, this is a ranting kind of post. Sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-6477890087030835061?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6477890087030835061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-made-something-people-sized-with-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6477890087030835061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/6477890087030835061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-made-something-people-sized-with-my.html' title='I made something PEOPLE SIZED with my sewing machine'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TSJPF4oehII/AAAAAAAAAcI/3vQ01O1f0es/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2638845349316649469</id><published>2010-12-30T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:11:47.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books are cool</title><content type='html'>I was reading on my kindle in my room last night and my dad came in. He said, "Look at your bookshelf over there." It's full of books. Then he looked at my kindle. "Your children might never read a real book, they might only read it electronically."&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at him. "Stop it that's making me really depressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started crying. Crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2638845349316649469?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2638845349316649469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/books-are-cool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2638845349316649469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2638845349316649469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/books-are-cool.html' title='Books are cool'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5912592327138476459</id><published>2010-12-27T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:03:45.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another electronic!</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, a KINDLE. I love my Aunt Kimmy. Read the printed word, folks. I'll be on my kindle. No, no, don't worry, I'll still read. On PAPER too. But alsooo on a screen. Bahaha so now I officially have almost every single electronic other then a phone. Which is usually the first. But I'm cool like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-5912592327138476459?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5912592327138476459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-electronic.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5912592327138476459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5912592327138476459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-electronic.html' title='Another electronic!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4667819612238403041</id><published>2010-12-26T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:15:43.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm 14 years old! Congratulations to me! I got those glasses that I loved so much and I love them and I also got gold striped tights. AND NICK AND NORAH'S INFINITE PLAYLIST! Yesssssss I also got a video camera for Christmas, so Ally and Sarah, WHAT'S UP, SEXY, we're gonna have to get to work&amp;nbsp;there. Merry Christmas,&amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday, and A Haaappyyy New Yearr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4667819612238403041?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4667819612238403041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4667819612238403041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4667819612238403041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1963838616872541970</id><published>2010-12-25T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:21:46.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatisthiswhatareyoudoing</title><content type='html'>Ooohhhhhhh my god Oh my god it's Christmas eve and santa clause is coming in like an HOUR i can already hear him downstairs setting up :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my grandpa is Santa. Honestly. They. Are. Identical. Wanna hear a story? Of cpurse you do, it's Christmas EVE all you do is listen to stories and eat cookies. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, once upon a time my grandparents were in Macy's shopping in December. They are walking down the aisle and see this little kid and his mom. They hear him whisper to his mom, "Look, mommy, it's Santa clause. What is he doing in Macy's?"&lt;br /&gt;Adorable, right.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear another? Okay, so once upon a time more recently they went out to a Christmas dinner at the Eagles Club my grandma is part of. However, the real santa was too busy to come and all the little children were sad. The manager of the club looked at grandpop and went up to him and asked him to be Santa clause for awhile so he put on a red suit (that they had there) and the little children sat on his lap and told him what they wanted. One little boy went up to him and was like "I wang a hockey stick for Christmas." and Santa looks over at the boys dad and the dad nods and then Santa closes his eyes. "wait a minute," my grandpa says, "shhh... I see my elves loading on a hockey stick right now. Maybe it's for you!" and the little boy does this giant grin. &lt;br /&gt;Also very adorable. My grandparents are the best. Ahhhh you should see my grandma she's so funny. She brought her temperpedic pillow (of course) but she didn't bring it in from their car right away. It was honestly frozen solid. Honestly. It was like, a rock. No, not like a rock, it was a rock. Okay, get up. Walk over to the nearest wall. Poke it. It felt like that. It was soooo funny. We leaned it against the heater and the fireplace and yeah. It was still freezing, though not as hard, when she went to bed. SO funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't post this last night, but my ipod went out of charge and I didn't finish it. Merry Christmas! Don't forget what tomorrow is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1963838616872541970?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1963838616872541970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/whatisthiswhatareyoudoing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1963838616872541970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1963838616872541970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/whatisthiswhatareyoudoing.html' title='Whatisthiswhatareyoudoing'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-936867791720326139</id><published>2010-12-24T02:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T02:57:38.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, I read some pretty good books when I was a little kid. Ahem, books I apparently still read now.</title><content type='html'>I just read These Happy Golden Years (yeah, the last Little House book) and it still even now makes he happy in a sad kinda way. Hard to explain. &lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing, actually, that I still liked it. First of all, the last time I read them was 4th grade (maybe more recent for this one because I loved it so much) and I've grown a lot literary-ly since then and second of all, I've read those books like ten times each and that one twenty, so I'm pretty surprised I can still appreciate them. Of course, this time around I can also appreciate how ridiculous I was when I first read it- I keep remembering feelings and thoughts I had when I read it first in like second grade and I was so stupid. I was scared of things working out bad for the family... Of the horses not being loved... Of selling too many things... Getting frostbite (actually, that one was more this time.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I understand that those books are SO SO SO SO childish and everything but I just got into a Little House mood, and you heed to take advantage of those even when it's one in the morning. Almanzo is sexy. See, thats not something I got the first time!!! They are so adorable together and it's sooooooooooo sweet. Awww. See, that's the happy/sad feeling. Awwwwww so cute. Really, it's really really romantic/old fashioned in love and so cute. You know. "you think I would stop picking you up just because there's nothing in it for me?" "would you like to go on a sleigh ride / buggy ride for fun this time?" awww "*expensive secret Santa present at church*" "how would you feel if you had an engagement ring?' 'Depends on the person.' 'If it was me?' 'Depends on the ring." "you may kiss me goodnight." "Its a very beautiful ring' 'I think it's the hand." "I can only imagine how long you worked making me those cupboards" etc. Isn't that just so cute? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-936867791720326139?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/936867791720326139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah-i-read-some-pretty-good-books-when-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/936867791720326139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/936867791720326139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah-i-read-some-pretty-good-books-when-i.html' title='Ah, I read some pretty good books when I was a little kid. Ahem, books I apparently still read now.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3663077032936319606</id><published>2010-12-19T13:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:52:06.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rent</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. that was an awesome movie. I love it. So much. The junkies, the gays, the lesbians, the HIV positives..... it was so amazingly real. The end was so sad. And I can't believe Mimi, that was so ridiculous. And.... I don't actually know his name... Roger? I didn't really like their story. I liked Angel's and Mauren's. And the director guy. Drugs creep me out. Creep. Me. Out. But I loved the movie, Ally. And even though I was kinda creeped out, my favorite song was probably the candle one. Will you liighht my caannnddllleeeeee? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should all see it. It was really really great. And I hope I didn't give away too much. I'm afraid that if I talk too much about my favorite parts and whatever you'll know every thing and not wanna see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of watching it again. To really get it. Or buying the soundtrack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3663077032936319606?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3663077032936319606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/rent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3663077032936319606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3663077032936319606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/rent.html' title='Rent'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3062378535069900011</id><published>2010-12-15T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:53:03.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissors are difficult in a very annoying way. Ow.</title><content type='html'>My scissoring skills will be so unbearably good by the end of this immigration unit. And by unbearably, I mean you'll all be so jealous of my sore left thumb that it almost will be worth it. Uh huh. It really hurts to type this. [on my iPod] and every letter on the left hurtsssss to type.... Ow, god, e, I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3062378535069900011?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3062378535069900011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/scissors-are-difficult-in-very-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3062378535069900011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3062378535069900011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/scissors-are-difficult-in-very-annoying.html' title='Scissors are difficult in a very annoying way. Ow.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3096268330389471189</id><published>2010-12-13T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:28:01.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Without Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is for my English portfolio. I've been meaning to post it forever and since I'm too busy to actually write something I decided to post it now. Hopefully, when my dad gets back with his phone (have&amp;nbsp;I mentioned how that's the ONLY CAMERA in the house?!?) I can post some pictures of the gingerbread house I made at my church last Sunday! But until then.... you can have some copy and pasted rants. I'm pretty behind on posting some of them, actually. I wrote another on the bus last Friday and meant to put it up.... again, too busy. I can't even type something over. So sad. This project might not even be worth it. JUST KIDDING. Enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Enhanced Journal Entry: English Portfolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I don’t know what to write about- you know that in Mr. Pritz’s class last year, that counted? You could go on and on about how what we were supposed to write about meant nothing to you, that you had nothing to say, you didn’t understand- and you got credit for it. That’s what I’m doing now. Do I get credit here? Yeah, this counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m writing, aren’t I? Putting ideas on paper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;People have lists in their notebooks, people have squeezed out stories about their weekends. That is not acceptable. For me, I mean. I wish I could write a story, but really, a story isn’t something you can just write. No, wait, that’s wrong. A story is something you have to just write. You cant think for a long time about a good story. The words have to flow out of you without thinking. A story needs to have feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sometimes, when you’re writing, you forget where you are and you stop caring that your hands hurt form scrunching them around a pencil and pressing hard on the paper. Sometimes, when you’re writing, you stop listening to the noise around you and you only hear the words whispering around in your head and in front of your eyes. Sometimes, when you’re writing, you realize that Mr. Pritz was completely right when he said that when you think you don’t know what to write about, it comes out anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3096268330389471189?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3096268330389471189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/writing-without-effort.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3096268330389471189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3096268330389471189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/writing-without-effort.html' title='Writing Without Effort'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7876562474385194024</id><published>2010-12-10T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:30:19.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying is NOT what we do at lunch, no matter what it looks like. HA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Have you ever done that thing where everyone takes out a piece of paper and writes a beginning sentence? And then you all pass it in the same direction, and the person next to you continues the story and then folds over your part for the next person. Then they keep passing it around until they feel like finishing it. Yeah, you might have seen us all at the lunch table strangly quiet, with pieces of paper around us, writing? That's what we were doing. And it was awesome. I have had a request to post them here, so here you go! Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only posting the ones we did at lunch, not the ones some people did in Tech Buchner. There's a LOT of them, so I only posted the ones I was there for. Sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Key:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Jessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Ally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Lindsey C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Ava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The burly man awoke and declared "The bears are flying on the hippos!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;It was a catastrophe! There was hair everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;Even the dogs thought it was odd, they had never seen something like this in their life. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;They were so surprised that they gaggled a hairball. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Then they died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;But they came back as zombies and had a zombie dance party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;The peaches pooped as the zombies danced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;They danced to thriller with bananas. &lt;/span&gt;The bananas got creeped out. Micheal Jackson? Ew! &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;What are you talking about!?! I love Micheal Jackson! YOU'RE BAD! &amp;lt;-- Get it? It's one of his songs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;THE END OF STORY ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Story Two: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;One day, a man was stupid. &lt;/span&gt;He walked into a burning toilet. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He sat in it and took a dump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The toilet exploded! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;And everyone screamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And then they cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;And the poop mouned the poor rabits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rabits cackled in heaven and dreamed of a proper revenge. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He dreamed and dreamt but couldn't think of anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;So he stopped trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END OF STORY TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;The dog chased the cat and flying unicorns appeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;The unicorns, unfortunately, were eaten by the cat. But they all survived! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;They then died of heard attacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;But not really, that's just what they told everyone. &lt;/span&gt;The truth was far more dangerous, and everyone knew it. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He knew that if he revealed the truth, the whole village would collapse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;So he told a lie- "It was flying unicorns!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;And the unicorns each gave me a lick, then flew away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A giant bird came and killed all the unicorns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;There were no survivors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;END OF STORY THREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Four: (this is one with a moral! yay! Morals are awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;"Hi! My name is Langston Hughes! What's yours?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"I'm president JFK, back from the dead :)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"And let's party!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A hot guy came on an eagle and everyone was happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Except the old fart. He was grumpy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"NOOOOOOO!" The old fart said "Why does this always happen to me!? I'm so grumpy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;How come I'm always constipated!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"Because you can't poop?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"But I did poop!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;And everyone was glad. The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF STORY FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story Five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;There once was a snufolafogus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;, it ate&amp;nbsp;Baby Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;. She screamed and- wait no, she was dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. The boy next to her collasped into tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;He cried so much&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;flooded the whole street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And everyone else cryed- flooding the lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Then the lake turned&amp;nbsp;a very strange color and everyone said, "Ooh, Aah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;." Then someone bought&amp;nbsp;pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;. But it had yucky&amp;nbsp;anchovies so nobody wanted to socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. And so it ended, with anchovies and socks. What a happy ending, the&amp;nbsp;narrator thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;END OF STORY FIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Story Six: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The cheeseburger stood up on his desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. The chicken and the burger kissed. &amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;3 And made a new sandwich- the Chickger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;! The&amp;nbsp;Chickger was widely popular and&amp;nbsp;some people pooped for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;. I pooped for it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;. But&amp;nbsp;Ronald&amp;nbsp;was too&amp;nbsp;constipated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;. "The poop just won't come out," he explained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. Did you try taking pepto bismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;? It's pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;! But then it turned blue and everyone went home!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Okay everyone: Which was your favorite? And you better comment because I spent a lot of time on the editing of this! Well, not really, but still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7876562474385194024?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7876562474385194024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever-done-that-thing-where.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7876562474385194024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7876562474385194024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-you-ever-done-that-thing-where.html' title='Studying is NOT what we do at lunch, no matter what it looks like. HA.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4220219889414623599</id><published>2010-12-08T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:24:23.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so excited..</title><content type='html'>I have someone to interview for social studies! YES! Her name is Biergit and she goes to my church and she has traveled all over the world with her husband the science genius. I WIN. She's gonna be perfectly awesome. For those of you watching at home- who are you interviewing? What are they like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4220219889414623599?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4220219889414623599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-so-excited.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4220219889414623599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4220219889414623599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-so-excited.html' title='I am so excited..'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5019070812191464800</id><published>2010-12-05T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:24:49.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Make a Snowflake, Brought to you by Livvy</title><content type='html'>I LOVE snowflakes. Paper ones, I mean. The real ones are too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I got this thing at the service auction a few years ago, and we and this group of Unitarians learned how to make perfect snowflakes. I am the only one in my family who still remembers, even though I reteach it EVERY FREAKING YEAR. I figured that someone out there might want to know how to make a non- rectangular, non-square snowflake, plus I was bored and my dad's iphone was just LYING there I mean seriously could anyone resist? Okay, so here's how it goes, step by step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEhqJgfrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vy306W1lVbI/s1600/IMG_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEhqJgfrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vy306W1lVbI/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEjU07IbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s5HRSZu4Z1s/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEjU07IbI/AAAAAAAAAbA/s5HRSZu4Z1s/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you get your piece of paper, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then you fold it in half diagonally, so it makes this right triangle thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwElpENP8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/xBl4zXMwQDQ/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwElpENP8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/xBl4zXMwQDQ/s320/IMG_0146.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you cut the extra rectangle of paper off that triangle, leaving a square (folded in half) which you then fold in half again, so you have a smaller right triangle. This fold was just to find the middle, so don't worry about flattening it down or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEqItJL-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/R3wgdDBipDo/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEqItJL-I/AAAAAAAAAbM/R3wgdDBipDo/s320/IMG_0148.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you unfold it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEw3B86BI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MgHM-Mrty1A/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEw3B86BI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/MgHM-Mrty1A/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEzKofuVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/449io-ca2hw/s1600/IMG_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEzKofuVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/449io-ca2hw/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right, here's the REALLY hard part. Seriously tricky.&amp;nbsp;This is the part that I wished I took the pictures right side up. You have to somehow fold your triangle into thirds- three equal pieces. The way I found this year that made it not-so-difficult-almost-easy was to look at the halves and stuff.&amp;nbsp;You fold the&amp;nbsp;first side so that it's top&amp;nbsp;corner (in this picture, I guess bottom)&amp;nbsp;is the same distance from the center as the bottom of it's other side. Here, I'll have to show you on Paint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwLmcknOMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uq-2ReLfqyc/s1600/172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwLmcknOMI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uq-2ReLfqyc/s320/172.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are the same distances from the center, see? I don't know how else to explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwE2B6cxOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/j6KtMDQYK3g/s1600/IMG_0151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwE2B6cxOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/j6KtMDQYK3g/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you do that right, folding the other side will leave it all lining up perfectly on both sides. Ideally. This isn't a normal occurrence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwE5njWMqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8sCxSchJ7-U/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwE5njWMqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8sCxSchJ7-U/s320/IMG_0152.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you fold it in half again. Make sure you line that one up as evenly as possible, it helps a lot with the cutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFB7o02OI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pAwCEdsQCXY/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFB7o02OI/AAAAAAAAAbk/pAwCEdsQCXY/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwE9iuHk5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/DG1tkCH-VW8/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwE9iuHk5I/AAAAAAAAAbg/DG1tkCH-VW8/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You take the top off of it, so that the entire&amp;nbsp;top is the same height of paper. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFEH40jkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/T3kz7TUV0XY/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFEH40jkI/AAAAAAAAAbo/T3kz7TUV0XY/s320/IMG_0155.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you make your first actual cut. You either embellish a straight triangle down, or make two triangles, one smaller than the other, like a check.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwNTq-yurI/AAAAAAAAAcA/rrJbCid_SiQ/s1600/triangle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwNTq-yurI/AAAAAAAAAcA/rrJbCid_SiQ/s200/triangle.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwNSNEDpTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/O6LIKNWaQtY/s1600/double.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwNSNEDpTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/O6LIKNWaQtY/s200/double.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did the check one, obviously embellished a little. What's the fun without that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFR0K1c-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GrPUa_cs3YM/s1600/1+%252813%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFR0K1c-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/GrPUa_cs3YM/s320/1+%252813%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then you make some pretty cuts. DO NOT BE AFRAID TO GO DEEP. The problem with people when they make snowflakes is that they are so afraid to break them! Do not be afraid of cutting too far- delicate snowflakes are so pretty, seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFWXU6lTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/C4ZXKm5F2HE/s1600/1+%252814%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFWXU6lTI/AAAAAAAAAbw/C4ZXKm5F2HE/s320/1+%252814%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what mine looked like when I unfolded it! (Which you have to do carefully, because of the aforementioned delicate cuts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFZF8vN7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/tToTLy1C3bs/s1600/1+%252815%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwFZF8vN7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/tToTLy1C3bs/s320/1+%252815%2529.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those are some others I've made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How does everyone else make their snowflakes? Take a picture and show me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEoCi5PSI/AAAAAAAAAbI/uUKmTqhcYu8/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&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/994065574911453975-5019070812191464800?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5019070812191464800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-make-snowflake-brought-to-you-by.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5019070812191464800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5019070812191464800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-make-snowflake-brought-to-you-by.html' title='How To Make a Snowflake, Brought to you by Livvy'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPwEhqJgfrI/AAAAAAAAAa8/vy306W1lVbI/s72-c/IMG_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-2324305299585810027</id><published>2010-12-04T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:04:42.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm SO GOOD at distracting myself</title><content type='html'>As you might be able to imagine right now, there are a lot of feelings running through my head. Instead of acknowledging more annoying ones such as disappointment and anger, I'm going to talk about something else and try and distract myself. Hopefully, my icy-scary-evil-calm voice that I can't stop right now will go away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my grandparents are going to come over for Christmas this year. My mom's all like "We should totally go to church that night at that place in Cornell" (not her exact words, duh) and then she's like "Do you want to come" and I'm like NO. I hate going to church on Christmas Eve. It's so boring. Why would you be THERE when you could be at home opening your before-present? (we open one present on Christmas eve. My mom picks it out, we can't choose. And it's normally pajamas.) and sitting by the fire? and having FUN? Plus, my mom and my grandma normally go to some mass somewhere, and I would hate to intrude on their ritual. Uh huh, that's why. &lt;br /&gt;It's just boring, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of holidays, Hanukkah is this Sunday! Well, actually, it's not ONLY this Sunday, but we aren't a very Jewish family so we celebrate it only one night. We light the candles and stuff every night, but we have Latkas (how in the world do you spell that?) which I hate, by the way,, they're way to oil-ly and onion-y, even when dipped in applesauce, sour cream, and ketchup,&amp;nbsp;and get a present only once. And we decided on sunday. I'm very excited to get my present, which is the complete Hitchhikers set (I picked it out... and saw it being bought.), minus And Another Thing, which isn't even the same author so it doesn't count. Actually, I might be missing the last one. I forget if there's four or five in the book, and I also forget if there is four or five in the series (minus Eoin Colfer). &lt;br /&gt;No, we don't celebrate Kwanzaa or Boxing Day, which are the two other big December Holidays. Instead of doing something that boring on the 26, we decided (ha) to have my birthday! Yep, my birthday is the day after Christmas. You know what that means? YES. You better get me TWO presents by... whenever we get back. &lt;br /&gt;The Stromingers aren't having their New Year's party this year, I've heard. I'm okay with that, I guess, because it wasn't that fun last year. It was fun.... like 3 years ago? This means I guess we're going to the Sheimans... such a party. Seriously, we're there all the time, it's no longer a special occasion. It's like going out to dinner at Viva. We ALWAYS go out to dinner at Viva. ALWAYS. I LOVE VIVA. So this is fine with me. It's just it's no longer that special of an event. Of course Viva is still special. This is hard to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, those are my Christmas, Hanukkah, and 14th BIRTHDAY plans plus that bit added about Viva. Try the Super Burrito. And the Lime Vinaigrette. What are you doing for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this almost made me optimistic! YES! Goal reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, I HAD AN ELLIS HOLLOW PLAY IDEA THE OTHER DAY! And it made me happy too! YES. This is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-2324305299585810027?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2324305299585810027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-good-at-distracting-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2324305299585810027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/2324305299585810027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-so-good-at-distracting-myself.html' title='I&apos;m SO GOOD at distracting myself'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-270699205350739444</id><published>2010-12-04T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:42:55.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, everyone</title><content type='html'>I've deleted my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for sounding mean, or predjudiced, or horrible right back at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye. Thank you for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you say anything, yes, I edited this one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-270699205350739444?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/270699205350739444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-everyone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/270699205350739444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/270699205350739444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello, everyone'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-8786611157022154857</id><published>2010-11-30T16:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T16:04:52.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taughannock Falls Rock Slide - Photos, Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nyfalls.com/taughannock-rock-fall.html"&gt;Taughannock Falls Rock Slide - Photos, Information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's an awesome before/after shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-8786611157022154857?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8786611157022154857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/taughannock-falls-rock-slide-photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8786611157022154857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8786611157022154857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/taughannock-falls-rock-slide-photos.html' title='Taughannock Falls Rock Slide - Photos, Information'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-693403826859281379</id><published>2010-11-29T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:13:10.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar, Liar</title><content type='html'>I am very sorry to tell you all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idonthaveanymorecandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I'm so sorry. So you know I promised you candy for reading those books? Well, see, using this bizarre combination of my siblings, my father, and myself all eating Halloween candy shamelessly, in addition to my mother throwing out a piece whenever she felt like it, there is only a few pieces that are most prized by my siblings. Honestly, they would kill me if I went anywhere near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo you don't get any candy for reading those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitude I would like you to have, walking away from this post, is: "Okay, I didn't need a reward for reading such fantastically amazing books recommended to me by my dearest friend anyway! And I will also finish all the other ones on the list, just to make that dearest friend happy! And also, have you seen that blog of hers? Yeah, I should totally go follow it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the second sentence is mandatory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-693403826859281379?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/693403826859281379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/liar-liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/693403826859281379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/693403826859281379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/liar-liar.html' title='Liar, Liar'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-8488701102313160482</id><published>2010-11-26T17:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:14:27.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Invited!</title><content type='html'>Event: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows&lt;br /&gt;Place: Regal Cinemas, the mall&lt;br /&gt;Time: Saturday, tomorrow, at 4:10 (get there by 3:45?)&lt;br /&gt;Who: everyone who reads this, has heard me talk about it, has heard someone else talk about, or would think it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely serious. honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-8488701102313160482?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8488701102313160482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-invited.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8488701102313160482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8488701102313160482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re Invited!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3618432556313392232</id><published>2010-11-26T00:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:18:04.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary of Justin Bieber, killed by an angry anti-fan</title><content type='html'>I remember the beginning. The one day where I had no idea who he was, when I had heard him on the radio but not enough to know him by name, and when he was just a boy who sounded like a girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I remember looking him up on wikipedia, and there was already an article up about him. Birth date, full name, first song. Already. On the bus that morning, everyone had formed their own opinions of him. All of the guys were automatically disgusted. "You like Justin  Bieber?" they would say. "Or should I say, Justine?" and the girls would respond with a "Wow, jealous much?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts and opinions of him grew as he did, until he was much more than a boy who sang like a girl- he was the target of gay jokes, he was an object to be picked on, he was a teen sensation. The girls still had Bieber Fever, the boys were still jealous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could sing, he could dance, and- my mom even agreed-he had a great stage presence. People hated on him, why? Because he was famous? Because he did, underneath all his mainstreamed persona, have talent? You never had to love him. I didn't even love him. He was just another singer. And he could sing. So all I can say to you is, "wow, jealous much?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3618432556313392232?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3618432556313392232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/obituary-of-justin-bieber-killed-by.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3618432556313392232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3618432556313392232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/obituary-of-justin-bieber-killed-by.html' title='Obituary of Justin Bieber, killed by an angry anti-fan'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3980855393673711594</id><published>2010-11-23T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:43:25.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't write anymore....</title><content type='html'>I had a really good day... especially the time after gym. Which is weird, because gym is the last period of the day.... normally. Today it was second to last. I had a fun/productive tech class (SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE FACT THAT YOU, ADRI, WEREN'T THERE TO DISTRACT US. Love you anyway.) and then an awesome german where we learned about teh AUTOBAHN and also watched the Emperors New Groove in FRENCH because german's are cool like that. Ahem. Um, in Gym......... uh....... never mind. We talked about one of Starkid's productions. Not AVPM. Not AVPS. Not Little White Lie. The other one.... yeah. It was exciting. I greatly enjoyed trying to explain what it was about. Anyway. Then in earth science, we had fun because, well, astronomy is fun HYPOCRITE yes I am aware. Whatever. Earth Science is cool. Shut up. We are learning epic things, and people don't even use the word "epic" anymore so it must be pretty epic. Does that make sense? it does to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm so yeah. I hate how I can't write anything good anymore! I would like to tell you all to watch A Very Potter Musical on youtube, done by Starkid, and then watch A Very Potter Sequel, and then you are all allowed to talk to me again! Congratulations! No, but really, it's a very amazing thing and it's insanely creative and even GASP better than the books. Yes, I went there. I can't believe I haven't said anything about it yet on my blog.... well now I have, and now you all need to watch it. Also, watch all of Tobuscus's videos, because those are funny too. Especially the Literal Trailers. Especially the Harry Potter one. Noi'mnotobsessedshutup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I actually had something good to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3980855393673711594?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3980855393673711594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-write-anymore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3980855393673711594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3980855393673711594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-write-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t write anymore....'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-3573469509492311181</id><published>2010-11-21T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:20:02.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rochester!!!!!..... no.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I spent the entire day at my church, getting ready for a Silent Auction/Dinner. The entire day. And guess what I'm doing today?!?! Uh-huh, going to church. And guess what else!?!? Our church group is going on a FIELD TRIP. TO ROCHESTER. A CHURCH THERE. Most importantly, we won't get back until like 3. Another day wasted on religion. God. And I still have homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already been to this church, my dad made us go because it was designed by Kahn and is a very cool building. I'VE BEEN&amp;nbsp; THERE ALREADY, I don't care about going to the service or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Only upside is that I'm going with Maddie (V.) and she's also an AVPM freak, or was at some point, and we can listen to music in her mom's car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only imagine how excited I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-3573469509492311181?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3573469509492311181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/rochester-no.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3573469509492311181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/3573469509492311181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/rochester-no.html' title='Rochester!!!!!..... no.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-7090557223675109882</id><published>2010-11-19T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:25:55.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How did you do on your report card?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; Awhile ago, I wrote this. I forgot if I had posted this up here yet or not, so I guess I'll just post it. Apparantly, I haven't been on my blog enough. Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My dad enjoys painting me different colors…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wake up in the morning and get ready for school. Walking down the old wood stairs, slightly creaking them, but in a friendly way, I go over the list in my head. Ever constant, ever changing. I mentally check off a few things in my head. Homework. Turn alarm clock on. Those were from last night. Eat breakfast. Check to make sure homework has, in fact, made it into my backpack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Control freak…” I can imagine them whispering. Then, “Oooh, you’re hearing voices…” then “Wow, you even make up problems for yourself…” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;True, I know. True. The red ceiling above me bothers me because it clashes with the maroon walls. Obsessive compulsive. Control freak. My dad, the one who painted these walls, is the complete opposite. He, after all, painted these walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Blobs of goopy paint staring right at me- bubbles and faded areas all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Abstract, he calls it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ugly, I call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The kitchen is the same way, except light pink, with the same red ceiling. My dad is slouching on a chair, even though the whole point of chairs is so your spine can rest, not bend itself. I sit opposite him, and in fact oppositly- perfectly leaned back against the chair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Why are you up so early?” he asks me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“School?” I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Oh. Really?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Um… yeah?” I don’t know where he’s going with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“No, today’s a painting day.” He says this like it’s a known fact and not something he made up when I walked into the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Oh…” he’s a painter, and he somehow makes a living painting our (completely empty) spare bedrooms different colors and sending the pictures to art magazines. My role in this is getting covered in paint and throwing myself at the walls in different poses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A human stamp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Completely unlike me, but I would do anything to keep my dad’s less than stable line of work…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then time was up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to, answer the title in the comments!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-7090557223675109882?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7090557223675109882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-did-you-do-on-your-report-card.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7090557223675109882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/7090557223675109882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-did-you-do-on-your-report-card.html' title='How did you do on your report card?'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-1218345587459807744</id><published>2010-11-15T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:42:23.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CRAZY FAIRY (TALE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, I know that I've shown you variations of this story about 3 times already, but I swear, this time is for real. This is the final, finished, beautiful version of the story I told Ally during Twelfth Night rehearsal one day. I really love the plot. It's pretty awesome. Please keep in mind, "Ally" is not pronounced like, Ally, it's pronounced "Al... lye." You know? Like how countries have allys? Just so you know. ENJOY!!! There are three parts, and it's kind of long (like 700 words? not that bad), but it's worth it! The ending is the best part!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crazy Fairy (Tale)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fictional Narrative With Dialogue- English Portfolio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there were two red-headed princesses. Where ever they went people thougth they were sisters- which was reasonable, because they were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they came across a Crazy Fairy in the woods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, you guys look like sisters!” She said to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s reasonable, because we are,” the taller sister said. “And we’ve never heard that before,” she added sarcastically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay,” the Crazy Fairy said. “Where are you going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um,” said the shorter sister. “Could you, before you start stalking us, like, tell us your name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, right, of course,” said the Crazy Fairy. “I’m your friend, Adriana.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know you’re our friend?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just am! I’m your friend, Adriana!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You just said that.” The taller princess said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, whatever. So where are you going?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t really know yet, we were just roaming in the woods for no reason,” said the shorter princess. “Would you like to come with us?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Better than that, I have something to show you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Crazy Fairy, hereafter referred to as Adri, took both the red-headed princesses by the hands and broke into a run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are we?” said the taller princess, whose name was Olive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, where in the world did you take us, Adriana?” asked the shorter sister, whose name was Ally, as in “associate,” or “person on your side.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve told you a million times in the last five minutes already to call me Adri.” Adri said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but that’s kinda hard to do after you INTRODUCED YOURSELF AS ADRIANA. Because now I still think your name is Adriana.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, that’s just what my name is. That’s not what I want people to call me. Call me Adri.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Olive! Adri! It doesn’t matter what you’re called. I have two important questions for you. One- Adri, where are we? Two- Adri, why are the leaves PURPLE?” Ally wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good question. The three girls stopped for a second and looked around at the woods surrounding them. Each tree had purple leaves, and the bark was a dark shade of green normally reserved for normal tree’s leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri shrugged. “They must’ve redecorated,” she said, turning to the tallest tree. “And they’ve changed their door too. It’s up there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You mean, we have to climb up that tree?” said Ally and Olive, who were both kind of princesses like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, of course not! Seriously? We’re flying!” Adri sounded surprised they didn’t know that. “there’s this wind current elevator thing that should be places about….” She took a step back. “…here.” Suddenly, she was gone- shot up into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two sisters hesitated, then stepped forward onto the patch of grass previously occupied by Adri, the Crazy Fairy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind carried Adri, Ally, and Olive up to the Fairy Kingdom. There, everything was purple and dark green, except for the people. When they got to the Fairy Kingdom, Ally and Olive were so impressed that they couldn’t talk for five minutes, and then couldn’t stop laughing because of how surprised they were for ten. Fifteen minutes into their visit, however, a giant purple and green dragon appeared before them! Before the dragon could even introduce himself as Viktor/Malama, another Crazy Fairy popped out of nowhere and slew the dragon with his Fairy Powers. Sir Andrew Agueface then turned to Adri, Ally, and Olive and bowed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, young ladies! I am Sir Andrew Agueface.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adri was so mad at him she had to yell. “OH, MY GOD, ANDREW!” She screamed. “KILLING A DRAGON ISN’T COOL! EVERYONE KNOWS THAT DRAGONS ARE NICE HERE! YOU ARE SO STUPID!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What!?” said Ally. “You mean, we could’ve been FRIENDS with that dragon?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ve always wanted a dragon for a friend, GOD Sir Andrew Aguecheek,” said Olive, who rationalized that since Adri had yelled at him, she could too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s Agueface…” said Andrew dejectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Andrew, actually, it is “cheek.” How is it even POSSIBLE to forget your own NAME?” Said Adri, though she didn’t sound that surprised that Andrew had done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three girls turned on their heels and, leaving the confused, miserable, dragon-murdering man behind them, walked off to explore the rest of the Fairy Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions? I'm using this for my portfolio this year, so anyone wanna help edit? Comment suggestions and responses and problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-1218345587459807744?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1218345587459807744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/crazy-fairy-tale.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1218345587459807744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/1218345587459807744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/crazy-fairy-tale.html' title='THE CRAZY FAIRY (TALE)'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-8491799554537439889</id><published>2010-11-14T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:00:45.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my new background, won't you?</title><content type='html'>I especially like the way it looks when I set the image to "scroll with page" because then it gives you this major headache and is an insane optical illusion. I didn't want to make anyone puke/die though, so I&amp;nbsp;didn't make it scroll with the page.&amp;nbsp;I'm a considerate person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-8491799554537439889?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8491799554537439889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-my-new-background-wont-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8491799554537439889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/8491799554537439889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-my-new-background-wont-you.html' title='Love my new background, won&apos;t you?'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-757836295234834959</id><published>2010-11-12T00:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:50:21.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><content type='html'>I finally know what you mean when you say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want an argument.&lt;br /&gt;"I want a confrontation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I have the responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even have the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-757836295234834959?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/757836295234834959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/757836295234834959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/757836295234834959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-5483914582547551354</id><published>2010-11-11T17:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T20:30:29.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Challenge!</title><content type='html'>Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know you all read my Authors of the Moment because you all care that much. So since you already know what this is about I don't even have to explain that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm giving out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;candy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to whoever reads a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Reading a book isn't that hard, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT JUST ANY BOOK can be read to get a piece of halloween candy. Chose from the below list. The further down the list you go, the more chance you will have of choosing your own candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 Reasons Why- (Jay Asher) If you haven't read that yet, you don't deserve candy, I'm sorry. Same with The Book Thief.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen of Babble, Queen of Babble in the Big City, Queen of Babble GETS HITCHED- (Meg Cabot) I've already told you all NOT to read those, but if you must...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Secret Life of Prince Charming- (Deb Caletti) I'm sorry, Anna, but Deb Caletti is sooooo good she's better than Sarah Dessen. This one is my favorite from her, though The Life and Fortunes of Indigo Skye comes pretty close. Read either, I guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pants on Fire- (Meg Cabot) Um.... in the "Liar Liar," kind of way, just so you know. Very good book. Meg Cabot is sooo good at talkinggggg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;City of Bones/Ash/Glass- (Cassandra Clare) I really enjoyed the last one, City of Glass, because I correctly guessed the plot, and it all happened the way I wanted it to go! It's also a good series. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy- (Douglas Adams) Finally, a book both guys and girls can read! (if you are a guy, and read any of the other above, you will not get candy, I will just&amp;nbsp;make fun of&amp;nbsp;you. Sorry again) This&amp;nbsp;series is a collection of random moments, intense situations, hilarious adventures, and sarcastic comments made by deppresed robots, the last man on earth, the last woman on earht (neither of whom actually on earth) a friend of the last man on (of) earth who happens to be an alien/researcher for a book, and the president of the galaxy. READ. how can that description NOT make you!?!?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jane Eyre- (Charlotte Bronte) possibly the first feministic book ever written, and yet with a very unfeministic ending. It's really good, an exciting, and intersting, and funny too. Like I've said to I'm sure everyone at some point, I don't normally like books that are very old fashioned inctheor writing style (just too many WORRDS) but this one isn't like that. It's very good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[Sci-fi]- this includes but isn't limited to (talk to me) 1984, Farenheit 451, Ender's Game, Dune (though I haven't even finished that one, so no worries) or other books that I can't think of right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[Anything by Scott Westerfeld, prefferably Peeps.]- Peeps is the best book ever, maybe even my favorite of all time (after an epic battle with The Book Thief, it won.) and you should totally share the awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist- (Rachel Cohn and David Levithan) Okay this is an awesome awesome book. (more details in author of the moment) it's a really awesome story with really great characters told from two very different viewpoints. I will give you ANYTHING to read this book. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who already get candy: Jacob L. and Esther. Oh, i forgot Before I Fall!!! (lauren oliver) Thank god for ally mirin. For giving me the books Hitchhikers Guide and Jane Eyre, repsectively.&amp;nbsp; If you've read any of these books, send me an email. Hopefully you know it, or you shouldn't be at my blog. &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Email me the list of books you've read&lt;/span&gt;, and you have until... thanksgiving? after break? To do this. If you've already read some of them, they count also- but you need to make a note of how many you actually took the effort to get out after reading this. (sophie I hope I answered your comment.) Stephanie, I'm not going to shame you.... as long as you still want to read it! Please note, I have SOME of these books to lend out also. Not many, but some. Hardly. Only 12 Reasons and City of Glass and Peeps. So you could borrow those.&amp;nbsp;But all of these books are definitely at the TCPL and if they aren't (you know, because y'all are gonna be fighting over then and the demand'll be too high) I think DeWitt's library has them too. Feel free to include books that you know I've read (and loved), and come seeking candy for reading them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-5483914582547551354?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5483914582547551354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-challenge.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5483914582547551354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/5483914582547551354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-challenge.html' title='New Challenge!'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-994065574911453975.post-4164709220472015897</id><published>2010-11-08T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:44:38.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livvygoesdeep (a strain of livvylogic)</title><content type='html'>Ok so...... Polygamy. What are your views? Because I used to have like no opinion, whatever, as long as they're happy, right? kind of thoughts. But I read this book (what else is new) and it just really creeped me out, I'm sorry. I don't even know what religion it is? &lt;br /&gt;And honestly, Im sure that there are families with more than one mother who are all happy and fine, but god, this book was more than a little bit scary. It was called The Chosen One and yeah.... She was (almost) forced to marry her uncle who's like 50 years older than her. And she has no say in it. "I saw it in a vision from God," Prophet Childs says, but, um, so? You are forcing this girl to marry her blood relative who is 50 years older thanher, and beating the crap out of her when she doesnt obey. And she thinks she's being punished or something because she reads books from the traveling library, and likes this boy in her compound and wishes she could choose something for herself. Don't worry she doesn't believe she deserves that punishment for long... And I will never ever ever ever put up with anyone who believes that woman was put on this earth for man. Eeeeeeeewwwwwwwww no. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinions? Thoughts? Read the book, maybe? (future or past tense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting thing to think about... Where religion should just stop. Where it starts to become ... Not ridiculous, but I guess just really constraining and honestly sexist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really I'm sorry if any of this offended any of you, I'm not super religious in a theistic    (is that a word?)way, and generally consider myself very open to religion. So yeah, I don't mean any harm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/994065574911453975-4164709220472015897?l=livvyandlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4164709220472015897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-so.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4164709220472015897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/994065574911453975/posts/default/4164709220472015897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livvyandlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/ok-so.html' title='Livvygoesdeep (a strain of livvylogic)'/><author><name>Olivia Salomon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13457462611385645904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4sf0uu0ndfM/TPa9c0guxWI/AAAAAAAAAac/yBNgZye8T48/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
