<?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-6270822244212951844</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:46:33.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry Grace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-5449622472664613726</id><published>2009-06-18T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:53:04.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cow!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Sorry for the extremely long hiatus I bet no one even reads this anymore. Butttt. on the off chance they do- hi :]. School is finally out and it is summer, and today I was sitting around and I was like "ahh its summer why arent I doing anything I hate my life" and then I was like "wait a second..it's summer-SUMMER IS THE TIME TO DO NOTHING" Summer is the only time it is acceptable to sit and watch Soapnet from 9 AM-5 PM with no shame. It's the time to lie on your porch and fall asleep for four hours and drool as your neighbors stroll by. It is the time to be a hermit and a recluse and only see people once every two weeks because you just spent 180 CONSECUTIVE DAYS SEEING THEM AND THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH. So sit around and do nothing and be content because in two short months you're going to be back in school loathing everyone you see wishing you never had to see their stupid ugly faces again :] I'll try to keep this updated more now because I don't do anything with my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-5449622472664613726?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5449622472664613726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-cow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5449622472664613726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5449622472664613726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow!'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-9146152150039263402</id><published>2009-05-20T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:48:41.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Raving, I'm Raving (Walking In Memphis)</title><content type='html'>I just found a raver version of Walking In Memphis ("I'm raving, I'm raving, I'm raving til the sweat drops fall down off me...). I'm pretty fucking pyshced. So as you all should know, tomorrow's MG's 17th birthday! WOO MG! You made it!&lt;br /&gt;here's a nice picture of the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/ShSwVBie8XI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rG-4Gw_Oxlk/s1600-h/mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/ShSwVBie8XI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rG-4Gw_Oxlk/s320/mg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338085333577691506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't she a beaut rocking Alex Cruz's sweatshirt thing =]&lt;br /&gt;so just a little something i feel like bitching about: friends who are all over your ex boyfriends. if you want to be friends and all that jazz, share each other's feelings, don't be up in my ex boyfriend's grill. its like girl code that you just don't do that. and if you are gunna do that, don't do it in front of me!!&lt;br /&gt;anyways the other day in history i tied a bow in Jared's hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/ShSxRzTNhXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WhnAS9Uqb6Y/s1600-h/jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/ShSxRzTNhXI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WhnAS9Uqb6Y/s320/jared.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338086377727559026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, it looked wicked sexy but he wouldn't keep it in =[&lt;br /&gt;in other news, im desperately trying to finish my memory portrait which has a deadline of NEXT WEDNESDAY AAAAHHHHH. here's what i have so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/ShSyyN96JnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nKTqHTbwxig/s1600-h/painting5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/ShSyyN96JnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nKTqHTbwxig/s320/painting5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338088034153408114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can finish it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PeaceOut-Lea&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-9146152150039263402?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9146152150039263402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-raving-im-raving-walking-in-memphis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/9146152150039263402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/9146152150039263402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-raving-im-raving-walking-in-memphis.html' title='I&apos;m Raving, I&apos;m Raving (Walking In Memphis)'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/ShSwVBie8XI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rG-4Gw_Oxlk/s72-c/mg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-1140724350779893575</id><published>2009-05-18T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:21:32.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life right now</title><content type='html'>so i never post, i would apologize but i say that im sorry about that way too much. lots has happened in the past few weeks. well not lots but two major things at least:&lt;br /&gt;1) i got a car  (VW Jetta '06) and 2) andrew and i broke up. we were gunna keep it on the DL as to not make a big fuss over it BUT he told Kevin Fanning and Greg Gavigan so everyone probably knows already. i figured i would just tell you all again. we didnt end it on bad terms so going up to me and saying something shitty about him that youve been holding back since weve been dating will not make me laugh and/or feel better. we're still friends, we still talk, and we're still figuring shit out. it sucks at times where i just have nothing to do or want someone to cuddle with but im using the extra time i have to go out and do shit and hang out with people i seemingly never have time for (so if you wanna make plans, do it!). in case any of you were wondering, i never cheated on him and i did not break up with him for someone else. we just have our differences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;3Lea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-1140724350779893575?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1140724350779893575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/1140724350779893575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/1140724350779893575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-life-right-now.html' title='my life right now'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-4568544347812951054</id><published>2009-05-07T19:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:30:35.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A humorous place to go.</title><content type='html'>http://brittanywalsh.synthasite.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-4568544347812951054?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4568544347812951054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/humorous-place-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/4568544347812951054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/4568544347812951054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/humorous-place-to-go.html' title='A humorous place to go.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-6924469342057402082</id><published>2009-05-05T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:30:23.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Superfan/Swimfan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDJiPI-QwI/AAAAAAAAALI/wsIOtD_OTzw/s1600-h/2862_97767611400_597491400_2254971_351974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDJiPI-QwI/AAAAAAAAALI/wsIOtD_OTzw/s320/2862_97767611400_597491400_2254971_351974_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332483548823569154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is a post dedicated entirely to our number one fan Olivia Delia Tripp. She reads our blog every day even though we don't post things every day and frequently tells us "POST SOMETHING". She keeps us on our toes so here are some snapshorts of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha snapshorts. I realized I wrote that but it's funny so I'm leaving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKngkuuoI/AAAAAAAAALw/dsSa8Ly8h_Q/s1600-h/4307_1069348734160_1239330216_30225846_3374887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKngkuuoI/AAAAAAAAALw/dsSa8Ly8h_Q/s320/4307_1069348734160_1239330216_30225846_3374887_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484738914368130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKnULH25I/AAAAAAAAALo/PxjNRKMRtm0/s1600-h/4209_1067744373959_1236540112_30207073_2838728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKnULH25I/AAAAAAAAALo/PxjNRKMRtm0/s320/4209_1067744373959_1236540112_30207073_2838728_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484735585737618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKndggoBI/AAAAAAAAALg/aNxjB1tXTD0/s1600-h/n774050127_4924599_1294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKndggoBI/AAAAAAAAALg/aNxjB1tXTD0/s320/n774050127_4924599_1294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484738091360274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKnVpZXsI/AAAAAAAAALY/wV0h_MaHynQ/s1600-h/4209_1067740533863_1236540112_30207040_5982165_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKnVpZXsI/AAAAAAAAALY/wV0h_MaHynQ/s320/4209_1067740533863_1236540112_30207040_5982165_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484735981149890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKnH3o9dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w6suc9WrSfw/s1600-h/2819_182542990127_774050127_6760830_5955486_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDKnH3o9dI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w6suc9WrSfw/s320/2819_182542990127_774050127_6760830_5955486_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332484732282795474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known Olivia Delia for many years now and she always puts a smile on my face. She is lovely at expressing herself through illustrations, I will have to put some pictures of them on here. Most of them are from Bio and most of them get displayed to the whole room when Mr.Burke uses my notes as examples in class. For a good week Olivia and I underwent an extreme cyber life obsession where we went on Omegle every night and talked to disturbing Maltese children. Olivia and I share a deep hatred of farm animals and quipsters and people who abducted our catch phrase "strange". She is incredibly beautiful and I love her dearly. We like going to see movies and laughing loudly and obnoxiously and we share a secret love of Limited Too and Claire's accessories. We walk in Memphis together and we hate her stupid exchange student weirdo Kosta and have crafted a voodoo doll of him. I don't know if it's actually worked yet though. We like to prank and we work for the can foo drive. &lt;333 I love you Liv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-6924469342057402082?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6924469342057402082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/superfanswimfan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/6924469342057402082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/6924469342057402082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/superfanswimfan.html' title='Superfan/Swimfan'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgDJiPI-QwI/AAAAAAAAALI/wsIOtD_OTzw/s72-c/2862_97767611400_597491400_2254971_351974_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-933792783288131661</id><published>2009-05-05T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:39:38.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5z22TKJI/AAAAAAAAALA/o4yDEIDMlZA/s1600-h/2819_182543040127_774050127_6760838_4926526_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5z22TKJI/AAAAAAAAALA/o4yDEIDMlZA/s320/2819_182543040127_774050127_6760838_4926526_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395890610219154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5vNkXA1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/6jqxQ4wnhfs/s1600-h/4209_1067737293782_1236540112_30207029_7431009_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5vNkXA1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/6jqxQ4wnhfs/s320/4209_1067737293782_1236540112_30207029_7431009_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395810809643858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5vLzKr-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8AXqCLWAQps/s1600-h/4209_1067736093752_1236540112_30207025_5074353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5vLzKr-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/8AXqCLWAQps/s320/4209_1067736093752_1236540112_30207025_5074353_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395810334879714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5u80xfoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/22KcEG4UH-E/s1600-h/2819_182543215127_774050127_6760865_2505304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5u80xfoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/22KcEG4UH-E/s320/2819_182543215127_774050127_6760865_2505304_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395806315085442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5u5FFC-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/N8362WoE2OM/s1600-h/2819_182559795127_774050127_6761104_836729_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5u5FFC-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/N8362WoE2OM/s320/2819_182559795127_774050127_6761104_836729_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395805309733858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5umzDlOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rXfp6ZhKgfM/s1600-h/2819_182546870127_774050127_6760927_7526489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5umzDlOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/rXfp6ZhKgfM/s320/2819_182546870127_774050127_6760927_7526489_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332395800402302178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB4zjBGwQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2jPFMyj6kW4/s1600-h/2829_100834353635_620383635_2557137_8172969_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB4zjBGwQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/2jPFMyj6kW4/s320/2829_100834353635_620383635_2557137_8172969_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332394785775206658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-933792783288131661?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/933792783288131661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-from-prom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/933792783288131661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/933792783288131661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/pictures-from-prom.html' title='Pictures from Prom'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SgB5z22TKJI/AAAAAAAAALA/o4yDEIDMlZA/s72-c/2819_182543040127_774050127_6760838_4926526_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-6042671607129640717</id><published>2009-04-29T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:24:33.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory is Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjTfqNzIqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9mZqWmkK-Zc/s1600-h/Photo+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjTfqNzIqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9mZqWmkK-Zc/s320/Photo+291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330242699854553762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. That's me snacking on an oreo in my transformers shirt. I wore that shirt to the last day of math camp freshmen year with just leggings and a belt hahah. Allah is favoring me on this day in many many ways but I can only share a few of them for fear or being beaten up or hated by my peers. Firstly, I got an 89 on my bio test BOO YAH SUCKAHS. And then I got a 94 on my calculus quiz and it was a whole other round of boo yahs. Plus I do not have school tomorrow and I'm going to breakfast and getting my hair done and then it's prom and life will be great. Also the other victories in my life I can't share right now tsh. Anyways I hope you like that snapshot of me in French class, that sums up my entire high school career hahaha. Lea &amp; I will definitely update with pictures from prom. &lt;3 MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-6042671607129640717?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6042671607129640717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/victory-is-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/6042671607129640717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/6042671607129640717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/victory-is-mine.html' title='Victory is Mine'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjTfqNzIqI/AAAAAAAAAKI/9mZqWmkK-Zc/s72-c/Photo+291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-604186428945802198</id><published>2009-04-29T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:49:17.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjJrn_JAsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QwocKFjoyLA/s1600-h/coffnlea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjJrn_JAsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QwocKFjoyLA/s320/coffnlea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330231910298354370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this one time im gunna kill my boyfriend with a knife (not really thats not an actual threat so dont think im a murderer).&lt;br /&gt;metaphorically. all i will say is he needs to learn how to spend his money, not get tickets, and perhaps buy me flowers once in a while or craft me something nice. so anyways i would like to comment on that drug performance thing we witnessed the other day. BRAVOOO!!! that shit was funny (dont act like it wasnt). my favorite was the "Hello, i can't believe you, like, left me here" poem. i now want to write ridiculous valley-girl-esque poems all the time. also, dont scare old people. they cant control their bowels or heart attacks. its just not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjK6qHlZxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n217nX6CwV8/s1600-h/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjK6qHlZxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n217nX6CwV8/s320/mj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330233268080305938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my poodle getting a bath. he looks like a rat. yucky rat in my sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjLOGxV-uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fGr4cTD9VQw/s1600-h/mg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjLOGxV-uI/AAAAAAAAAKA/fGr4cTD9VQw/s320/mg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330233602189163234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is MG sleeping in class. thats what you get for calling me a slacker!&lt;br /&gt;nice bangs mary grace, nice bangs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-604186428945802198?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/604186428945802198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-this-one-time-im-gunna-kill-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/604186428945802198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/604186428945802198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-this-one-time-im-gunna-kill-my.html' title='a few tidbits'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjJrn_JAsI/AAAAAAAAAJw/QwocKFjoyLA/s72-c/coffnlea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-277449694943600951</id><published>2009-04-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:31:49.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this blog shouldn't even be partially mine...</title><content type='html'>sorry i have seemingly abandoned our blog lately! when i went on my cruise i expected to be able to blog every day about my adventures BUT it costs 55 cents a minute to be on the computer and they totally shortened the minutes cuz i compared my charge to the clock and it was about a dollar over. SO instead of going to school and taking my bio test and writing an AP lit essay, i stayed home. i am also sick so its not like im just being an asshole and staying home for nothing. anyways an update of my cruise: i went to labadee- haiti, montego bay- jamaiaca, stingray beach- grand caymen, and cozumel- mexico. it was fucking amazing EVEN THOUGH i was sick the whole entire time. i got some bug from the kids at my work, then my birth control was giving me crippling stomach pains so i had to take it out and that consequently cause my "little friend" to come along then dani gave me a cold (i know you probably dont want to know this BUT i just want you to understand how much physical pain i was in).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdDKMw08iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O-8Y8AusBYQ/s1600-h/DSCF0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdDKMw08iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O-8Y8AusBYQ/s320/DSCF0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329802526520046114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of my sister Dani and i on the first day. we had to have a safety drill. it was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdDbfklNFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VAwMvmGcbns/s1600-h/DSCF0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdDbfklNFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/VAwMvmGcbns/s320/DSCF0133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329802823626732626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is dani and i dressed up all nice and fancy for the formal dinner night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdDtYRs5aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf3x1zaSuFo/s1600-h/DSCF0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdDtYRs5aI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Bf3x1zaSuFo/s320/DSCF0147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329803130906142114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is us all being fat and eating free ice cream. i am making a very sexy drunk face even though i am completely sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdD83cdfRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g7qYdrxNVoA/s1600-h/DSCF0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdD83cdfRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g7qYdrxNVoA/s320/DSCF0163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329803396970806546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am with Tonto and my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdEJ2YThKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8OOje4QX5k8/s1600-h/DSCF0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdEJ2YThKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8OOje4QX5k8/s320/DSCF0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329803620023239842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dani and i on another fancy night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdEUVHEjgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Of9y9AA9CRo/s1600-h/DSCF0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdEUVHEjgI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Of9y9AA9CRo/s320/DSCF0199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329803800071147010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen and my 29-year-old indian boyfriend, Muthu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdErQQ7XAI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZE22pU78y7k/s1600-h/DSCF0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdErQQ7XAI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZE22pU78y7k/s320/DSCF0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329804193907301378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lady grabbing my boobs after doing a shot in Mexico @ Senor Frogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdE7zct1gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/daZqQNRsoAY/s1600-h/DSCF0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdE7zct1gI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/daZqQNRsoAY/s320/DSCF0280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329804478229894658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy again in our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdFKwat0SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ujIP9NIZOOw/s1600-h/DSCF2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdFKwat0SI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ujIP9NIZOOw/s320/DSCF2418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329804735114236194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdFY1pFRVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G4MWtzN3bjw/s1600-h/DSCF2426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdFY1pFRVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/G4MWtzN3bjw/s320/DSCF2426.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329804977034839378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; on the promenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdF0HoIHeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S1YHoZ5AlME/s1600-h/DSCF2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdF0HoIHeI/AAAAAAAAAIo/S1YHoZ5AlME/s320/DSCF2442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329805445719137762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vogueing at bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjFOXn5ddI/AAAAAAAAAIw/N2o2x8_xdkw/s1600-h/DSCF2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjFOXn5ddI/AAAAAAAAAIw/N2o2x8_xdkw/s320/DSCF2449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330227009643181522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawwttttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjFf6B-uII/AAAAAAAAAI4/moJSkAnzh10/s1600-h/DSCF2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjFf6B-uII/AAAAAAAAAI4/moJSkAnzh10/s320/DSCF2482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330227310937159810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool kids dont take limos, they take boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjF241KT9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QgJttLNIxqk/s1600-h/DSCF2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjF241KT9I/AAAAAAAAAJA/QgJttLNIxqk/s320/DSCF2524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330227705751949266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dune buggys in jamaica!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjGKm9punI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uDCEpc44SjA/s1600-h/DSCF2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjGKm9punI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uDCEpc44SjA/s320/DSCF2563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330228044553108082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dirty and gross. but dirty hot too ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjGgxEVSGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MNQ3llvIj7M/s1600-h/DSCF2618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjGgxEVSGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MNQ3llvIj7M/s320/DSCF2618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330228425222604898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a huge slut =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjGuSUOv5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QMRurr_t8zA/s1600-h/DSCF2653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjGuSUOv5I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QMRurr_t8zA/s320/DSCF2653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330228657485954962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pretending to be anorexic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjHA5KHDqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ux1lZpoCS_4/s1600-h/DSCF2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjHA5KHDqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ux1lZpoCS_4/s320/DSCF2685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330228977150135970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that hot piece of indian ass. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjHLhtoJNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Zj0ROn6ODXU/s1600-h/DSCF2724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfjHLhtoJNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Zj0ROn6ODXU/s320/DSCF2724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330229159835215058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAAAAAAYYYYYYUUUUUMMMMM&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-277449694943600951?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/277449694943600951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-blog-shouldnt-even-be-partially.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/277449694943600951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/277449694943600951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-blog-shouldnt-even-be-partially.html' title='this blog shouldn&apos;t even be partially mine...'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfdDKMw08iI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/O-8Y8AusBYQ/s72-c/DSCF0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8411572283720069594</id><published>2009-04-27T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:37:24.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to tie Lea to a computer chair and make her write a damn blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-8411572283720069594?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8411572283720069594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/slacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8411572283720069594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8411572283720069594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/slacker.html' title='Slacker.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-5223828479576074900</id><published>2009-04-25T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:39:53.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfNH41hOgMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/y7iFWkoN-gI/s1600-h/Photo+295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfNH41hOgMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/y7iFWkoN-gI/s400/Photo+295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328681825874116802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life just went to hell in a handbasket practically within seconds. On Thursday I went up to BU with my sister and mosyed around. It was nice. Then I went to H&amp;M. And you know how when you're at a store and you're in a dressing room trying something on and you want it to look good so badly that you kind of just convince yourself you look beautiful in it and then you get home and you put it on and you're like what the fuck is this nonsense. That is what happened to me. I got this tomfoolery (that is like a noun not an adjective but whatever) sailor dress and I was like "ohh this is charming" FALSE. It was super uncharming. Then my other sister dragged me to the "Boston premiere" of some weirdo Rob Pattinson movie called "How to Be". It sucked. And it wasn't even a premiere. The director and like two of the actors were there but not ROB. The only person anyone would want to see. Then there was some like stupid Q&amp;A and some imbecile was like "OH I spent the summer in London last year this movie made so homesick!"( the movie is a British film) OKAY SHUT UP YOU TWAT JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE IN LONDON FOR TWO MONTHS DOES NOT MAKE IT YOUR HOME STOP MAKING AMERICANS LOOK FOOLISH. Gahh. And thennnnn the next morning my parents scoop me up to whisk me off to a tour at Northeastern (WHERE RACHEL KIRSTEN AND I GOT BOXES OF FREE HUMUS &lt;3 I LOVE NORTHEASTERN THAT IS MOST DEFINITELY WHERE I'M GOING THEIR GYM IS RIGHT ON TOP OF AN AU BON PAIN &lt;3333) but anyway, my parents picked me up and my mother was like "I'm flying down to Baltimore tomorrow at 8 AM and driving to Texas with your uncle because my dad is really sick"and I said "EXXXXCUSE ME" and then I was like "well when will you be back?" "Oh it could be a few days or a few weeks" WHATTT. I mean my mom and I aren't biffs but GOD FRIGGEN HELP ME IF I'M STUCK WITH MY DAD FOR MORE THAN TWO DAYS. I'm going to go nuts. I already am going nuts. I was all ready to go hit the town with some lovely ladies and then my father was like "no you can do something tomorrow" I DONT WANT TO DO SOMETHING TOMORROW FOOL I WANT TO DO SOMETHING TODAY. So now I am sitting in my room in my underpants as a protest. I don't know exactly what kind of protest that is but whatever. Hate life. Going to work on SATs. God hates me. Why using sentence frags? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the image at the top is a dramatic representation of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-5223828479576074900?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5223828479576074900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5223828479576074900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5223828479576074900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SfNH41hOgMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/y7iFWkoN-gI/s72-c/Photo+295.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-2857176834033216355</id><published>2009-04-22T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:11:03.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>Tonight is something of a bluebird night [[ a sad one]] so here is my blues playlist. I hope it makes you as sad as you want to be haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sorry-Maria Mena&lt;br /&gt;2. Hazy-Rosi Golan &lt;br /&gt;3. Curl up and Die-Relient K&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost Myself in Search of You- Matt Nathanson&lt;br /&gt;5. Rest Stop- Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;6. Learning to Let Go- Corey Chowder &lt; tsh clam chowdah. wow HAHAHA this man's name is actually Corey CRowder.i thought it was chowder &lt;br /&gt;7. Last Request- Paolo Nutini&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm not that Girl- Wicked &lt; tsh&lt;br /&gt;9. Brick- Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;10. Lost Forever- The Guggenheim Grotto&lt;br /&gt;11. People as Places as People- Modest Mouse&lt; this isnt even sad i just love modest mouse &lt;br /&gt;12. One of Those Days- Joshua Radin&lt;br /&gt;13. Keepsake- State Radio &lt;br /&gt;14. Japanese Gum - Her Space Holiday &lt; i got this via Britt and i love it &lt;br /&gt;15. December Baby- Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;16. Responsible- Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;17. The Best Deceptions- Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;18. The Hardest Thing- 98 Degrees &lt; i dont care what anyone says this depicts a heart breaking tale so stfu.&lt;br /&gt;19. Love and Some Verses- Iron and Wine&lt;br /&gt;20. Your Bruise- Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda tooly. but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-2857176834033216355?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2857176834033216355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/2857176834033216355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/2857176834033216355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-2941626868024114129</id><published>2009-04-22T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:09:47.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes and Stufff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se-_WNlXcxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CCMLmBfgOTc/s1600-h/Photo+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se-_WNlXcxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CCMLmBfgOTc/s400/Photo+292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327687272527000338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom shoes :] they're cute and flat because as much as my shoe collection begs to differ I can't walk in heels for shit. Rachel &amp; I went to Providence college today I liked it quite a lot. My mother tried to seduce a senior. Kill me. I finally finally finalllly got Orgasm blush from NARS &lt;333 so excited. It's the best. I have to wake up at the crack of dawn tomorrow to go to a tour at Wheaton and then I'm in Boston for the night to go to a movie premiere with my sisters. Have a good Thursday/ Friday &lt;3 MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-2941626868024114129?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2941626868024114129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoes-and-stufff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/2941626868024114129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/2941626868024114129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/shoes-and-stufff.html' title='Shoes and Stufff'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se-_WNlXcxI/AAAAAAAAAG4/CCMLmBfgOTc/s72-c/Photo+292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-3057868335207054595</id><published>2009-04-21T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:11:35.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentists are put on the earth to make children cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se42S_dkYfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IF3YbfdCzlw/s1600-h/Photo+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se42S_dkYfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IF3YbfdCzlw/s400/Photo+287.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327255109126873586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hateeeeee the dentist. Even if you have the most beautiful teeth in the world they will still find a reason to attack your mouth with their tiny dentist weaponery [ that is apparently not how you spell weaponery but I don't know how else you would spell it so...sorry.] I used to want to be a dentist. Ya right. Mouths are disgusting. Did you know that your vagina [[assuming you're a girl]] is cleaner than your mouth? Break the ice with that gem of knowledge next awkward situation you find yourself in :] Tomorrow Rachel and I are embarking off to Providence College. I hope they have good food. I have to go finish my SAT math workbook. Kill me. I made up a little diddy that I have been singing to myself "I hate math it makes me want to gouge my eyes out." Feel free to put whatever tune you want to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-3057868335207054595?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3057868335207054595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/dentists-are-put-on-earth-to-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/3057868335207054595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/3057868335207054595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/dentists-are-put-on-earth-to-make.html' title='Dentists are put on the earth to make children cry.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se42S_dkYfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IF3YbfdCzlw/s72-c/Photo+287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-3672565037056771621</id><published>2009-04-20T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:06:47.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Junie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se0pifes1aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tFu-ThOUdp8/s1600-h/Photo+289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se0pifes1aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tFu-ThOUdp8/s400/Photo+289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959606791722402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did any of you ever read Junie B. Jones? They were my favvvvvorite books all through elementary school...and middle school...and high school. I still buy them and I still laugh out loud because I have the sense of humor of a first grader. What was your favorite Junie book? Mine was Junie B.Jones is a Beauty Shop Guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-3672565037056771621?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3672565037056771621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/junie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/3672565037056771621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/3672565037056771621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/junie.html' title='Junie'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se0pifes1aI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tFu-ThOUdp8/s72-c/Photo+289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-5477056797483435244</id><published>2009-04-20T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:54:09.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in Memphis..with Zac Efron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So Olivia and I went to see 17 Again. It was amazing...again. We are planning an exodus back to Heritage to see the Hannah Montana movie. Our lives are very fulfilling. I love seeing movies with Olivia, she always laughs as loud as I do :D That dead oppossum was still there on the side of the road on my way home :[ Ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e weren't any obnoxious tweeners in this film but there were some annoying middle aged women and the Faiellas...and AIDAN. hahaha. I died.We were really cute and paid the concession girl in quarters. She was very appreciative. In 9th grade, we went on a Zac Efron splurge and bought pens and notebooks with his beautiful face on it...another spree may be in order. We should get shirts this time that we can wear in Memphis. Thank you for accompanying me Liv :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se0mzSwOanI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C5nzZlOQjDs/s1600-h/n774050127_321739_5909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se0mzSwOanI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C5nzZlOQjDs/s400/n774050127_321739_5909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326956596898458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how little has changed haha! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-5477056797483435244?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5477056797483435244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking-in-memphiswith-zac-efron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5477056797483435244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5477056797483435244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/walking-in-memphiswith-zac-efron.html' title='Walking in Memphis..with Zac Efron'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Se0mzSwOanI/AAAAAAAAAGg/C5nzZlOQjDs/s72-c/n774050127_321739_5909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8031275113111742178</id><published>2009-04-20T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:00:47.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chyeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am spending 4-20 at the movies with Olivia going to see 17 Again...again! Lea is somewhere on boat in the sea possibly Jamaica or some other random island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SezvzqBNUgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eI-LveV46Mw/s1600-h/Photo+285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SezvzqBNUgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eI-LveV46Mw/s400/Photo+285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326896130004177410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore that exact same jacket to the movie on Friday (hence the two fingers and the thumbs down)...and I saw the movie at the exact same time! Embarrassing I hope I'm not recognized and called out for being the closet Zac Efron fan that I am. No I didn't youtube him for three hours today. No I don't have a picture of him hanging in my closet behind all my clothes. That'd be creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download "Aint Even Done With the Night" by John Mellencamp...although its from when he went by John Cougar. It's like the perfect tooly sexy 80s song &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this viewing of 17 Again is not as drama filled as the last one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3MG&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/6270822244212951844-8031275113111742178?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8031275113111742178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/chyeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8031275113111742178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8031275113111742178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/chyeah.html' title='chyeah...'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SezvzqBNUgI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eI-LveV46Mw/s72-c/Photo+285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8677485750487347298</id><published>2009-04-20T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:06:02.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Twentyyy</title><content type='html'>Appy four twenty everyone. Make your mothers proud. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although FML because I am sitting at home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-8677485750487347298?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8677485750487347298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-twentyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8677485750487347298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8677485750487347298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-twentyyy.html' title='Four 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8564036047844348375</id><published>2009-04-17T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:47:07.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Sidenote</title><content type='html'>Hi lovelies, I know I get confused about this so I wanted to clear it up, the most recent posts are at the top of the page but you have to read down to the one below the first to figure out whats going on because sometimes I make more than one blog on one single topic so if you don't know what's going on look a little farther down. You can click on the archive thing to the left to read all the posts from the beginning. &lt;3 MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-8564036047844348375?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8564036047844348375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-sidenote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8564036047844348375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8564036047844348375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-sidenote.html' title='Quick Sidenote'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-4836597808054409807</id><published>2009-04-17T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:42:13.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NIGHT IN PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SekuNI6f-qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7SJi4uSn1Xw/s1600-h/Photo+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SekuNI6f-qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7SJi4uSn1Xw/s400/Photo+279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325838837608348322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there's me looking charming.&lt;br /&gt;I wore a lovely dress and jacket to this movie premiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I had known I should've worn my wrestling tights and SMACK DOWN SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have worn this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Sekv5jObPVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pUBAoqdNxAw/s1600-h/matman-beijing-wrestling-singlet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/Sekv5jObPVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pUBAoqdNxAw/s400/matman-beijing-wrestling-singlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325840700097117522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-4836597808054409807?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4836597808054409807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/4836597808054409807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/4836597808054409807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-in-pictures.html' title='NIGHT IN PICTURES'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SekuNI6f-qI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7SJi4uSn1Xw/s72-c/Photo+279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-9030088214313015621</id><published>2009-04-17T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:24:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOAH. NUTZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh my god. Gerard and I just went to see 17 again [[wonderful movie :) ]] and HOLY SHIT. And I'm not talking about the movie. We went on opening night at 7:00 PM. Bad idea. We found ourselves in the middle of a TWEEN THROWDOWN. So it all started when the movie started talking about erections and I was like shit I thought this was PG! So Gerard politely asked the girl next to us "Hey what's this rated" and this like 12 year old cunt goes "DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!" and then two minutes later she was talking away so I was like "do YOU ever shut up you rude piece of shit?" So then we were like hating on her life mentally. And THEN these girls and boys [[more tweens]] started throwing popcorn at our good friend the cuntcake and she was NOT having that. Her exact quote was "you better stop it unless you want that popcorn up your butt" and Gerard and I said "FIERCE". But these rebellious tweeners continued to throw the popcorn and the theater bodyguard was called! OH SNAP! But even after this dashing young fellow came to the aid of the theater the battle continued when the angry tweeners got pissed at cuntcake for calling security so they started getting in her grill and some middle aged woman (what was she doing at 17 again may I ask? You are not 17 again lady you are 57) was like "excuse me could you please be quiet I'm trying to watch the movie" and cuntcake was like "WOMAN I'M TRYING TO WATCH THE MOVIE" and Gerard and I were like "OH SHIT" Just as a sidenote this cuntcake still had ALL her baby fat and laughed like an orca whale and did not appreciate when I inquired if it cost the aquarium extra to let Shamu have a night off of performances to go to the movies ( HAHA. I amuse myself) So anyways. In conclusion people in that movie were crrrray craaaay ( crazy for those not hip to the latest lingo). But aside from that the movie was awesome and I'm not a huge Zac Efron fan but he was looking fiiiiiine. If he was an apple he'd be Delicious (A+ quality line from the movie) Go see it, and pray to God you are not sitting with the entire 8th grade population of MA when you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MG &lt;br /&gt;p.s. I saw a dead opossum on the side of the road on my way home and it made me so sad. I'm not like some crazy PETA person I love me a bucket of finger lickin' good chicken from KFC every once in awhile but road kill breaks my heart. I sent a prayer to the opossum gods for this poor creature and his family. Plus this morning on my way to school I saw a dead turkey and a dead like I don't know I couldn't identify the animal but it was pretty big it could've ( I just completely forgot where the apostrophe goes in "could've") been like a coyote or something. PLUSSSSS Haleigh told me she saw a dead deer on the way to school. WHO IS ON AN ANIMAL KILLING SPREE? I bet it was cuntcake on her tricycle or whatever kind of vehicle can hold her weight. &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/6270822244212951844-9030088214313015621?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9030088214313015621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/9030088214313015621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/9030088214313015621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/woah.html' title='WOAH. NUTZ.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-5478218535246227561</id><published>2009-04-15T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:04:20.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendssss</title><content type='html'>Alright so this blog is really taking off and I love it all my friends read it on the daily which is so sweet so I thought I'd put in a little something about anyone who's come up to me and told me they read it so when they read it again they'll be like oh snap there I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Haleigh Landrigan&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaP8rVWN_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KDHCzMeDxgg/s1600-h/3327_160964975127_774050127_6552876_7230964_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaP8rVWN_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KDHCzMeDxgg/s400/3327_160964975127_774050127_6552876_7230964_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325101881999374322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zach Eisenstein&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaQeTlHV1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q5k8SixryFQ/s1600-h/n1236540112_30042570_1882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaQeTlHV1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Q5k8SixryFQ/s400/n1236540112_30042570_1882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325102459738609490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Christina Fonts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaQ2rRvTLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FLBkGwmZUew/s1600-h/n697508102_616267_253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaQ2rRvTLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FLBkGwmZUew/s400/n697508102_616267_253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325102878416653490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Colleen Beatson&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE NO ATTRACTIVE PHOTOS OF JUST US THIS WILL NEED TO BE FIXED SOON.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute picture of just her :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaRxjt761I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dz3cxNLS4kY/s1600-h/n606157722_697906_4812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaRxjt761I/AAAAAAAAAF4/dz3cxNLS4kY/s400/n606157722_697906_4812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325103889999719250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know there's lots of other people but I'm so so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Steph and I sang at coffee house, we  did smashingly if I do say so myself ;] I have some venting to do just not right now as I'm drifting off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 love MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-5478218535246227561?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5478218535246227561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendssss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5478218535246227561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5478218535246227561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/friendssss.html' title='Friendssss'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SeaP8rVWN_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/KDHCzMeDxgg/s72-c/3327_160964975127_774050127_6552876_7230964_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-7010962667291234552</id><published>2009-04-13T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:30:24.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So apparently people actually read this thing [[ shout outs to Christina Carl and Colleen- we clearly attract the "C" crowd]]. haha shout outs, remember those. Your profile on AIM used to be like "shout outs to my bestiesssss CFG.DDE.FDS. I used to put like EVERYONE I ever knew even if they didn't have a friggen screenname JUST IN CASE they ever logged on and felt left out. Yup I'm one of those people. Martha's Vineyard creamm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mmmmmmed me in the mile. Yucko. I hope you beautiful bloggers are catching on at this point that I suck hardcore at track. EN EE WAYS. &lt;anways, which="" actually="" isn="" t="" a="" word="" apparrently=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a huge bio test tomorrow that is worth 5% of my grade and am I studying? no. That's the spirit.&lt;/anways,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;anways, which="" actually="" isn="" t="" a="" word="" apparrently=""&gt;I cannot wait for friggen summer. Seriously I thought I was going to gouge out my eyeballs in school today I've never been confined to a small space with so many people I loathe ever before. AHHHH. Hate is not even the correct terminology. More like despise  Wouldn't you like to know who I'm talking about. I bet if you knew me at all you could probably figure out a few of the key players in this little hate parade. Maybe. I have to watch what I say so I don't get arrested lol! But don't go making assumptions because it's always surprising the people I decide to hate. Like completely arbitrary figures who have no correlation to my life at all I'm like "IIIIIIII DETESTTTTT YOU" Let me leave you with a nice image of myself dying after the mile :&lt;/anways,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SePYxCCcnzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xuChRqdeGks/s1600-h/Photo+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SePYxCCcnzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xuChRqdeGks/s400/Photo+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324337521354383154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;HAHHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MG&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/6270822244212951844-7010962667291234552?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7010962667291234552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/7010962667291234552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/7010962667291234552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SePYxCCcnzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xuChRqdeGks/s72-c/Photo+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8553158767570348397</id><published>2009-04-09T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:29:15.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahhhh</title><content type='html'>I ran the two mile today. killlll meee my feet are so sore. and then the foolish bus driver got us lost on the way back home. im too lazy for punctuation or capitalization. sorry about your work lea litle kids are pretty obnoxious. i spelled little wrong but im so tired i dont give a fuck. good luck to vincent whos taking his road test tomorrow &lt;3 anddd happy easter. ill write more when im not on the verge of comatose-ness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-8553158767570348397?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8553158767570348397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8553158767570348397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8553158767570348397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahhhh.html' title='Blahhhh'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-7530972233799186008</id><published>2009-04-09T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:32:08.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woops, forgot about the blog...</title><content type='html'>so its already April 9th, wtf! i realize i havent blogged in a while and thats becuz ive been so damn busy every day of my life. Out of nowhere i have homework and projects and more work to do; the worst time for this to happen because MG and i just started this blog! MG probably gets more posts in because she doesnt go to bed at 8:30. Nothing good has happened to me this weekend, people have just been pissing me off. when i say people i mean the 7 year old kids i work with @ the kindergarten. These two bitchy little brats were sassing me for two hours (my entire work day) yesterday. one of them called me goth and kept saying it over and over again for about 20 minutes and the other grabbed my face and jerked it towards her when i was ignoring her (BECAUSE she was making me mad); i almost hit her. little kids are so much more of a fucking annoyance than people my own age. at least people my own age will 1) be pissy at you but basically leave you alone besides that and 2) wont be a total bitch for absolutely no reason. ive never been anything but nice to these kids and theyre just total dickheads. and i cant say shit becuz theyll go running to their parents and make up and even worse story about me and get me fired. FUUUUCCCKKK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Lea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-7530972233799186008?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7530972233799186008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/woops-forgot-about-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/7530972233799186008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/7530972233799186008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/woops-forgot-about-blog.html' title='Woops, forgot about the blog...'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8822076867497436254</id><published>2009-04-03T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:45:07.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the past two days have been really weird and people who usually don't give two shits about me have been nice to be and like making jokes and going out of their way to talk to me and I don't know why but it's freaking me out. STOP BEING NICE. I was happy with us having no correlation kay thanks.&lt;br /&gt; Today is Friday, and I usually just come home and sleep on Fridays. Tonight I am going to the movies with Gerard though it should be fun I hope we see Monsters vs. Aliens :] However I'm going to have to DVR Dollhouse because this weeks episode looked intense in the previews! I wish Psych was still on, that show killed me. I have to go make myself look somewhat socially acceptable aka shower and put on some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3MG&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/6270822244212951844-8822076867497436254?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8822076867497436254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8822076867497436254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8822076867497436254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-2325108762093339115</id><published>2009-04-02T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:30:12.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANK THE TANK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disclaimer: this isn't about anyone you know so don't try to identify Frank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just listed Frank the Tank as one of my annoyances but I didn't give the background story so here it is: I run track. Do not be fooled by this revelation, I am in no way shape or form some kind of speedster. I'm lazy, I walk around most practices and I do not excel in sprinting. But I do not want to do the distance workouts so I'm on the sprinting team. Yesterday was our first meet, and I was planning on being with another girl on my team who I have a pact with during every 100 to always finish together so as not to look stupid and slow. However, Allah was not favoring me on this day so I had to go in the second heat. Dana [[a good friend of mine]]and I exchanged a look as we saw the "frank the tank"[[terminology stolen from Patrick Prendergast]] &lt;terminology&gt; standing next to us and said "at least we will beat her." FALSE. As soon as that gun was fired FRANK THE TANK FLEW. Litterally booked it down the track at lightning speed leaving me and Dana in the dust. At least Dana was a little closer to Frank. I however was in dead last. To make matters worse Captain Jerk of the British Royal Douchery aka CJ came strolling up to me after my race and said "I think you lost." I proceeded to cry. My ass was handed to me by someone whose ass could eat me. My life is a shitshow, my pride is non existent and my dignity is nowhere to be found. Thanks Frank.&lt;br /&gt;MG &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-2325108762093339115?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2325108762093339115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/frank-tank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/2325108762093339115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/2325108762093339115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/frank-tank.html' title='FRANK THE TANK'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8340999937179166597</id><published>2009-04-02T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:12:25.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyances</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit of a pissy mood so here are some annoyances of mine to help me vent and breathe and get my chakras aligned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ANNOYANCES&lt;br /&gt;1. Smart people who never fail anything saying "Oh my God, I know I failed." STFU we both know you didn't fail. Why do you try to seem dumber than you are? We both know you are an intelligent human being with a 4.0 so go shove it up your ass and stop being a liar.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fat shit "frank the tanks" who beat me in track meets. If you are fat have the common decency to NOT BOOK IT DOWN THE TRACK AT WARP SPEED.&lt;br /&gt;3. My stomach growling and make strange noises during dead silences in class&lt;br /&gt;4. Fake people&lt;br /&gt;5. French class&lt;br /&gt;6. Being awoken from a nap&lt;br /&gt;7. AP lit essays&lt;br /&gt;8. Calculus&lt;br /&gt;9. Kittens who turn into big ferocious cats over night&lt;br /&gt;10. Runny noses&lt;br /&gt;11. People who say quips and smarmy things just to be funny and charming but who end up looking like total douchebags.&lt;br /&gt;12. People who take arbitrary things like prom WAY too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;13. Cooties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 MG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-8340999937179166597?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8340999937179166597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoyances.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8340999937179166597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8340999937179166597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoyances.html' title='Annoyances'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-5480651520636021882</id><published>2009-04-01T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:08:17.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the shit do i do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQhSHsQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yVAkA7xSFYw/s1600-h/trashy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319913655017471842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQhSHsQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yVAkA7xSFYw/s400/trashy5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i want to dye my hair similar to this but not this drastic. DO I DARE DO IT!?!?!? what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319914001943016546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQhmUFwtGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_AHV28UPDfg/s400/trashy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQhLtt2U7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/KoHr-k_Z8f8/s1600-h/trashy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-5480651520636021882?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5480651520636021882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-shit-do-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5480651520636021882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/5480651520636021882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-shit-do-i-do.html' title='what the shit do i do?'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQhSHsQ_2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yVAkA7xSFYw/s72-c/trashy5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-3638843165301663272</id><published>2009-04-01T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:08:36.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry i haven't been blogging...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQb8dWIhlI/AAAAAAAAADw/cgA0w4yYEWw/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319907785314960978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQb8dWIhlI/AAAAAAAAADw/cgA0w4yYEWw/s320/Image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just thought i would begin this blog with an ugly picture of Hadley when she was young and plump, because really who doesnt love to see pictures of skinny people when they used to be fat? plus she's in a cowboy hat. fucking brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, sorry i haven't been blogging, Internet. i've been busy with many stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UPDATE!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319907878201907746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQcB3YG2iI/AAAAAAAAAD4/g-etpbKLYds/s320/brunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt; on Sunday i went to brunch with my boo @ CROMA (featured in Colony Place). it&lt;br /&gt;was delicious, we got free mini muffins and orgasmed over eggs benedict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319908081893977346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQcNuMFLQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EBysrtkeKzw/s320/miaundies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Later that day, my dog chewed up some underwear that were in our laundry room so i thought i'd give her a taste of her own medicine and make her wear them. PETA don't hate me because i totally made a dog-tail-hole for her and she just laid there and let me put them on. She liked it. That is, until she peed in them then was all freaking out cuz the pee was touching her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319908379709356738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQcfDozOsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QLSoC2sGOZQ/s200/lg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then i spent some time making our blog a "tag" (i put that in parentheses only so i will not offend any "true" graffiti artists or anything of the sort) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319909410116004114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQdbCM46RI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RoEyxHhlSmk/s200/lg4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i have been marking our territory ever since. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319909237354884658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQdQ-nbbjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lCH3p__OH30/s320/Image2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lastly, i forgot to mention that i work after school at the Sacred Heart Kindergarten with Megan O, Sunny, Monica, Lexi, and Nicki (theyre mostly not important). today, me and meg went outside and Kayla (the one on the blue ground) told us how she cries and whines until she gets her way and then proceeded to whine about how cold she was SO she made megan let her sit on her lap on the swings. Kristen (the other girl) pushed them but then kind of started swinging them violently and kayla leaned way back and they proceeded to kill megan. this is a picture of dead megan once they finally got her off the swing and both the girls, victorious.&lt;br /&gt;That's my life this week, in a nutshell! hope you enjoyed, internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-3638843165301663272?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3638843165301663272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-i-havent-been-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/3638843165301663272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/3638843165301663272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='sorry i haven&apos;t been blogging...'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQb8dWIhlI/AAAAAAAAADw/cgA0w4yYEWw/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-1202240627010215058</id><published>2009-03-31T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:08:56.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AP Biology woes</title><content type='html'>I could study for ten thousand hours, for ten thousand YEARS and I would still know nothing about AP Biology. I wouldn't have a clue what symplast is I wouldn't be able to tell you the function of cambium. Here is the knowledge I have gained from bio this year- there is bacteria having sex on your teeth right now- go brush em'.&lt;br /&gt;MG &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hear ya MG! i got a 66 on that test, with a huge scale. And you know what? i do know what the fuck cork cambium is ITS BARK. whatever mr burke, go make stupid bio abreviations via text to your bffl scientists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-1202240627010215058?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1202240627010215058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/ap-biology-woes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/1202240627010215058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/1202240627010215058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/ap-biology-woes.html' title='AP Biology woes'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-6462215910363560941</id><published>2009-03-30T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:08:55.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramatic Interpretation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdF6gGf1ooI/AAAAAAAAABw/R2KN5k8h1q0/s1600-h/Photo+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdF6gGf1ooI/AAAAAAAAABw/R2KN5k8h1q0/s320/Photo+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319167326819820162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Lea's interpretation of Dan's heart getting eaten by a dog. If you can't tell he's shouting "I'm gonna go attempt to drown myself" Peyton and Lucas are saying "wtf" and Lea and I are peeing ourselves laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-6462215910363560941?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6462215910363560941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-leas-interpretation-of-dans-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/6462215910363560941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/6462215910363560941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/thats-leas-interpretation-of-dans-heart.html' title='Dramatic Interpretation'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdF6gGf1ooI/AAAAAAAAABw/R2KN5k8h1q0/s72-c/Photo+160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-1133138288955398474</id><published>2009-03-30T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:29:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SECRETS OF THE TREE : MG</title><content type='html'>OK before I talk about the episode TALK ABOUT A RIDICULOUS TEASER!!! PEYTON ALL BLOODY ON THE FLOOR IN A WEDDING GOWN WTF. I hope she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the episode.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of starting to loathe Brooke a little bit, while I understand her life is there and what not she never gets with ANYONE anymore. She's boring. However I did spot Julian in the preview for the upcoming episodes so that's good, I love that gent. I like Sam too although she looked older to me in this episode I don't know why. Is Dan dead or something, why was Jamie like "Oh can I miss him?" I'm very sick of Peyton and her shenanigans and I hate how she walks around holding her stomach all the time shut up you skinny bitch. I'm getting bored with Nathan and Haley they're just an old married couple, but in the previews it looked like they were getting it on so that's good- FINALLY. I am so so so happy about Mouth and Milly anddd I love Skillz. That's all &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea- so my TiVo decided not to work and ive missed every one of my shows on the CW this week. F my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-1133138288955398474?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1133138288955398474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/secrets-of-tree-mg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/1133138288955398474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/1133138288955398474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/secrets-of-tree-mg.html' title='SECRETS OF THE TREE : MG'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-8906081997391488438</id><published>2009-03-29T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:09:24.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry all I talk about is food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAdUv56cnI/AAAAAAAAABE/NEoGjjRcOG8/s1600-h/Photo+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAdUv56cnI/AAAAAAAAABE/NEoGjjRcOG8/s320/Photo+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318783402218517106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it just me, or do you totally hate the oats in lucky charms and just want to eat the marshmallows? I always want to eat the marshmallows, but in order to get to the ones at the bottom I have to eat the nasty oats. I think that is part of General Mills plan. Mission accomplished assholes, I ate your damn oats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3MG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-8906081997391488438?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8906081997391488438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-all-i-talk-about-is-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8906081997391488438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/8906081997391488438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-all-i-talk-about-is-food.html' title='Sorry all I talk about is food.'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAdUv56cnI/AAAAAAAAABE/NEoGjjRcOG8/s72-c/Photo+103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-4940130064930655526</id><published>2009-03-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:26:59.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdANydRU0_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1orj2bfz2s8/s1600-h/n1236540112_30085297_5296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318766320426472434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdANydRU0_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1orj2bfz2s8/s320/n1236540112_30085297_5296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, hello there! this is myself, AKA Lea. Apparently MG decided to post the most sexy picture i have on the internet to show what i look like to all of you. i do not usually look like this. i usually &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQF1cekfvI/AAAAAAAAACI/qnPy03xK_78/s1600-h/ugly+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319883475567017714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdQF1cekfvI/AAAAAAAAACI/qnPy03xK_78/s200/ugly+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look like this. i love eggs benedict and cheese. i just got my license on saturday. i have my septum pierced. i enjoy loud techno music and am apalled that Flo Rida has ripped part of the "I'm Blue" by Eiffel 65 track because its perfect the way it is (shame on you Flo Rida or should i say Florida!). i eat activia like nobody's business. i have a boyfriend named Andrew Coffey (sorry boys i know you wanted a piece of this *smacks bum*) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAOKsMvxqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oNzMN1ptYeo/s1600-h/n625465212_1904228_2839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318766736750659234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAOKsMvxqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oNzMN1ptYeo/s320/n625465212_1904228_2839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me, Mary Grace [[MG]]. As you can see I am short and only associate with inanimate objects. I like mac and cheese and happy music. Both Lea and I share an IMMENSE love for One Tree Hill although neither her nor I know what the fuck was up with Dan getting his heart transplant eaten by a crack heads dog?! We will post a "SECRETS OF THE TREE" blog every monday after One Tree Hill because we are dedicated critics of The Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6270822244212951844-4940130064930655526?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4940130064930655526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/4940130064930655526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/4940130064930655526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-us.html' title='About Us'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdANydRU0_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/1orj2bfz2s8/s72-c/n1236540112_30085297_5296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6270822244212951844.post-7615973035992564713</id><published>2009-03-29T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:31:09.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popping our Blogging Cherry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAMO0r1pBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p4VOKrD1vvw/s1600-h/Photo+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318764608724771858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAMO0r1pBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p4VOKrD1vvw/s320/Photo+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welcome to the magical adventures of MG and Lea. We are hoping you found this completely accidentally [[can i put two adverbs back to back?]] and have fallen in love adding it to your bookmarks bar and telling all your friends. Enjoy &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT CAKE. IT IS THE TINIEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN AND I HAVE TO EAT 4 OF THEM JUST TO EQUAL ONE PIECE OF ACTUAL HUMAN FOOD AND NOT THIS FETUS SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lea- it might satisfy the world's smallest mom (as seen on TLC)&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/6270822244212951844-7615973035992564713?l=larrygrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7615973035992564713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/popping-our-blogging-cherry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/7615973035992564713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6270822244212951844/posts/default/7615973035992564713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larrygrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/popping-our-blogging-cherry.html' title='Popping our Blogging Cherry'/><author><name>Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02498183370837312429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SyrSAPag_bI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nwQuERd3360/S220/Picture+397.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5nmr97K2BoM/SdAMO0r1pBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/p4VOKrD1vvw/s72-c/Photo+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
