<?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-6187083100222140895</id><updated>2012-01-30T01:24:05.566-06:00</updated><category term='field daisys friend whataburger driving laughing summer'/><category term='walter'/><category term='fall leaves film strokes rachel conor oberst'/><category term='uise'/><category term='augustana'/><category term='camera'/><category term='eighteen'/><category term='i'/><category term='Holiday Parade'/><category term='june 12'/><category term='my closet wall'/><category term='sharpie'/><category term='purple box'/><category term='rainy day'/><category term='ace'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>she's my favorite mixtape.</title><subtitle type='html'>"it's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6379375955199299238</id><published>2011-05-20T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T12:04:31.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Let’s let go from the get go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Let go let God.&lt;br /&gt;Let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;Laissez-faire.&lt;br /&gt;C’est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;What’s done is done.&lt;br /&gt;Hang up on it.&lt;br /&gt;Land the plane.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get on that train.&lt;br /&gt;The bus has already left.&lt;br /&gt;This too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off.&lt;br /&gt;Cut your losses.&lt;br /&gt;Bust loose.&lt;br /&gt;Break free.&lt;br /&gt;It’s water under the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;What comes around goes around.&lt;br /&gt;Go around.&lt;br /&gt;Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Get it together.&lt;br /&gt;Get a grip.&lt;br /&gt;Get moving.&lt;br /&gt;Keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;Move on.&lt;br /&gt;Move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Forward.&lt;br /&gt;March.&lt;br /&gt;Give it a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Stop.&lt;br /&gt;Drop it.&lt;br /&gt;Squash it.&lt;br /&gt;Release.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;Spilled water cannot be poured back.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t look back.&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;Stand down.&lt;br /&gt;Stay still.&lt;br /&gt;Be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Quit dwelling.&lt;br /&gt;Yield.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive it.&lt;br /&gt;Right now.&lt;br /&gt;As is.&lt;br /&gt;You will be given back the years that the locusts have taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Buddy Wakefield&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6379375955199299238?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6379375955199299238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6379375955199299238' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6379375955199299238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6379375955199299238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2011/05/lets-let-go-from-get-go.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-4750386326887204601</id><published>2011-05-11T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:38:18.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't find my phone. I went on an adventure with my friend Cameron today. His red hair really makes me smile and his freckles suit him. I took pictures of him all day and we ate sonic and i dropped off my disposable and now I have more pictures to hang on my wall. I am so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-4750386326887204601?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/4750386326887204601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=4750386326887204601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4750386326887204601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4750386326887204601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cant-find-my-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8434083660930395524</id><published>2011-05-04T13:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:58:13.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I turned in my portfolio today. i felt so weird turning it end and realizing that it's over. i learned so much and i can't wait to take photo 2. After class was over me and the gang went out to eat mexican food. I didn't want to go but everyone wanted me to go and i couldn't hesitate. idk, i felt like everything was going to be alright. :) summer will be good this year. I am already going to hang out with a few good friends and i am counting on that to make my summer. I think Proffesor Barr, enjoyed me in his class. I think he knows something. He is always smiling at me and it makes me happy. I can't wait to be inspired. I hope I continue to meet new people and take pictures of each moment. Honestly, i just want to be happy. I need to remember what's real and what's not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8434083660930395524?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8434083660930395524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8434083660930395524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8434083660930395524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8434083660930395524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-turned-in-my-portfolio-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1587959681244844402</id><published>2011-04-28T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:31:17.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Last night I went to Market Street in the woodlands. That place reminds me so much of my friend anna and the fray. I'm having this memory when anna drove me there and we ate crepts and we thought we saw a famous actor. I forgot his name since it has been so long. and when anna walked in on this lady when she was using the restroom. i remember we laughed so hard. I miss that summer. I remember the rainy nights that we would stay up until 5 am playing sims and driving to walmart to pick up supplies for our scrapbook. we wanted to add so much to it. i already had polaroids and we printed out pictures of us together haha. i remember when anna invited me to the park to watch a concert and we ate strawberries and french food. and when we watched all her home videos with her mom and anna told me stories of her grandpa. and we played the wii, and then when my old best friend adam came over and we all hung out. and that get together we had on 4th of july. adam got so high and we all ate crappy hotdogs haha. oh and the first dinner i had at her house. it was an amazing experience staying at a french person's house. oooh and when me and anna got a little drunk and we cried. it was fun while it lasted and i can say that it was the most fun I have ever had with someone. I wish she didn't go to school in dallas. i wish we stayed friends forever. Anna if you're reading this, we really really really need  to hang out again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1587959681244844402?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1587959681244844402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1587959681244844402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1587959681244844402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1587959681244844402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-night-i-went-to-market-street-in.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1436091077379679373</id><published>2011-04-27T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:34:26.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am seeing Augustana next month and it will be good. I think this will be the 7th or 8th time I will see them. I need to make a lists of the many times I've seen my favorite people. I had one but i think it's lost. My room is piled up with so many memories of earlier days. I need to remember them. and I also need to send julia the box of letters so she can laminate them into a book. We've been thinking about doing it for four years now. and that tattoo. "Picture this forever" I can't wait for everything to begin. For sometime I have been forgetting about what I truly desire and that's taking photographs. I have let myself get caught up in the real world that I have forgotten how to dream a little bit. I have decided I will close my eyes and let these past few months go to sleep and I will dream again. And I will also write in here more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1436091077379679373?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1436091077379679373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1436091077379679373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1436091077379679373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1436091077379679373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-seeing-augustana-next-month-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6626658378171120559</id><published>2010-10-18T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:28:45.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank YOU Alex Dezen for making my dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6626658378171120559?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6626658378171120559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6626658378171120559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6626658378171120559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6626658378171120559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/10/thank-you-alex-dezen-for-making-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2093567973296328527</id><published>2010-10-07T22:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T22:32:24.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this band. this song. right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YrghYPh3i-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YrghYPh3i-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6254325879201593031</id><published>2010-10-02T21:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:38:38.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j79wjIB46A0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j79wjIB46A0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song last autumn will be this year's too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6254325879201593031?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6254325879201593031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6254325879201593031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6254325879201593031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6254325879201593031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-song-last-autumn-will-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5916097548216750851</id><published>2010-10-02T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T09:12:26.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i'/><title type='text'>"I dreamt about you last night, and I fell out of bed twice"</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; dreamt of you last night. It looked just like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5916097548216750851?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5916097548216750851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5916097548216750851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5916097548216750851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5916097548216750851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dreamt-about-you-last-night-and-i.html' title='&quot;I dreamt about you last night, and I fell out of bed twice&quot;'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6054630012561173790</id><published>2010-10-01T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:00:10.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 50 mm came in the mail today. I am so happy right now. I love you so much October. You are the most special month for me. Oh. man. Oh. man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6054630012561173790?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6054630012561173790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6054630012561173790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6054630012561173790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6054630012561173790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-50-mm-came-in-mail-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-621174132136308078</id><published>2010-10-01T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:25:19.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And sad the time I tried to find a way to occupy a way since you been away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="topspin-widget topspin-widget-bundle-widget"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="375" width="500" id="TSWidget39199" data="http://cdn.topspin.net/widgets/bundle/swf/TSBundleWidget.swf?timestamp=1285931401" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.topspin.net/widgets/bundle/swf/TSBundleWidget.swf?timestamp=1285931401"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;param name="flashvars" value="highlightColor=0x00A1FF&amp;amp;theme=black&amp;amp;widget_id=http://app.topspin.net/api/v1/artist/2434/bundle_widget/39199&amp;amp;theme=black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/object&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/6187083100222140895-621174132136308078?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/621174132136308078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=621174132136308078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/621174132136308078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/621174132136308078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-sad-time-i-tried-to-find-way-to.html' title='And sad the time I tried to find a way to occupy a way since you been away'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5323229706334389996</id><published>2010-09-30T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:11:40.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Jack it's me, I don't mean to bother you but somethings been on my mind.</title><content type='html'>You're back in my head and all of a sudden everything else has lost meaning. Can't you see that I'm at the end of my rope. I don't have you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; anymore&lt;/span&gt; to keep me on my feet. I want to see things again and smile and not feel sad all the time. I want to forget everything else that doesn't matter and have you push me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt;. Can't you see that all I want is for you to be around. My eyes are foggy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been crying&lt;/span&gt;.  And it's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ten months&lt;/span&gt;. I've tried everything. I realize that nothing can make me as happy as you. I need to hear you soon or I'll go crazy. I've never been this empty in my life. I honestly feel like I've been robbed of something. God, your eyes haunt me still. and right now, flashes of you fill my mind as I sit here and wait. I have been so patient. 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pan I write in your defense.&lt;br /&gt;I understand I'm just a fan, I'm just a fan.&lt;br /&gt;When I get home I turn off the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;I've checked the phone, no messages on.&lt;br /&gt;I play the ones from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I play your song just to hear you say that....&lt;br /&gt;You, you're the lonely one.&lt;br /&gt;You are the lonely one.&lt;br /&gt;You, you're the lonely one.&lt;br /&gt;You are the lonely one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8817411654323358495?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8817411654323358495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8817411654323358495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8920983813985205571</id><published>2010-05-13T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:51:53.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I can’t remember all the times I’ve tried to tell  myself to hold onto these moments as they pass&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/6187083100222140895-8920983813985205571?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8920983813985205571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8920983813985205571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8920983813985205571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8920983813985205571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-remember-all-times-ive-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-4435287063218925192</id><published>2010-05-11T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:27:36.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, they blew up the chicken man in philly last night&lt;br /&gt;Now, they  blew up his house, too&lt;br /&gt;Down on the boardwalk they're gettin ready for  a fight&lt;br /&gt;Gonna see what them racket boys can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's  trouble bustin in from outta state&lt;br /&gt;And the d.a. can't get no relief&lt;br /&gt;Gonna  be a rumble out on the promenade&lt;br /&gt;And the gamblin commissions hangin  on by the skin of his teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, evrything dies, baby,  that's a fact&lt;br /&gt;But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back&lt;br /&gt;Put  your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty&lt;br /&gt;And meet me tonight in  atlantic city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away&lt;br /&gt;But  I got debts that no honest man can pay&lt;br /&gt;So I drew what I had from the  central trust&lt;br /&gt;And I bought us two tickets on that coast city bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  baby, evrything dies, honey, that's a fact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our luck may  have died and our love may be cold&lt;br /&gt;But with you forever I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Were  goin out where the sands turnin to gold&lt;br /&gt;Put on your stockins baby,  `cause the nights getting cold&lt;br /&gt;And maybe evrything dies, baby, that's  a fact&lt;br /&gt;But maybe evrything that dies someday comes back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I  been lookin for a job, but it's hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Down here it's just  winners and losers and don't&lt;br /&gt;Get caught on the wrong side of that  line&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im tired of comin out on the losin end&lt;br /&gt;So, honey, last  night I met this guy and Im gonna&lt;br /&gt;Do a little favor for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  I guess everything dies, baby, that's a fact...&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&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/6187083100222140895-4435287063218925192?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/4435287063218925192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=4435287063218925192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i've been</title><content type='html'>I love thin warbly voices. There's just something really wonderful about that kind of expression. It's real. maybe that's why i enjoy live shows so much. I  love telling if they really mean what they sing. &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I adore it for everything that it is. Of all these few records I've collected, my most favorite would have to be How To Save A Life. I just identified with this album so much when I was 15. It was this elusive period of time in my life and I don't really want to talk about any of it. It's embarrassing hah. But that album did it for me in highschool. It got me through all the hard stuff that I didn't ever think would end. I have absolute respect for it. Every line is so good. Part of it is nostalgia but the other part is just that it's an amazing album. It's a record I would love having framed. It's beautiful.  I can't think of anything more else to say. I'm listening to it on my turntable and God, it sounds fresh as the day I first heard it. I hope I can go to OK in June to see them. I am doing everything I can.&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/6187083100222140895-2920096452478290547?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2920096452478290547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2920096452478290547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2920096452478290547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2920096452478290547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-this-is-where-you-are-and-this-is.html' title='so this is where you are and this is where i&apos;ve been'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-90262050316817320</id><published>2010-04-30T02:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T02:25:44.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Once in a life, if a person chooses to go through  these things, then maybe the act of writing them down could be a gift,  so that others might know that should they suffer their romances or  their love of things, they’re not alone.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ryan Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-90262050316817320?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/90262050316817320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=90262050316817320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/90262050316817320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/90262050316817320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-in-life-if-person-chooses-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8645449774745577789</id><published>2010-04-28T23:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:57:06.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently reading The Fountainhead starting tonight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8645449774745577789?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8645449774745577789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8645449774745577789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8645449774745577789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8645449774745577789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/currently-reading-fountainhead-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3594496462110094419</id><published>2010-04-28T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:34:39.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Since november, it's been raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3594496462110094419?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3594496462110094419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3594496462110094419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3594496462110094419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3594496462110094419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/since-november-its-been-raining.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2430715580240985744</id><published>2010-04-28T04:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T04:29:10.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I woke up understated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A simple feeling, aimed at you&lt;br /&gt;And my love's gone underrated&lt;br /&gt;A simple feeling, aimed at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it took me ages to figure out what I was supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;All the sordid details of your final blow by blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a hymn for you, this is a song for you... (x9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-2430715580240985744?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2430715580240985744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2430715580240985744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2430715580240985744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2430715580240985744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-woke-up-understated-simple-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3357617035997384450</id><published>2010-04-27T13:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:20:03.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S9czHeE59RI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PYFchdaRRQs/s1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S9czHeE59RI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PYFchdaRRQs/s400/z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464892876263126290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that picture by the amazing artist Zach Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this cover by Regina Spektor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXKDL6WD9CQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sXKDL6WD9CQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5HRS and 30 mins if I travel to OK to see The Fray. I gotta make this  work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3357617035997384450?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3357617035997384450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3357617035997384450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3357617035997384450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3357617035997384450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-picture-by-amazing-artist-zach.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S9czHeE59RI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PYFchdaRRQs/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6146654432241369109</id><published>2010-04-25T02:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:44:14.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6146654432241369109?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6146654432241369109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6146654432241369109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6146654432241369109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6146654432241369109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-4539486106025213710</id><published>2010-04-23T23:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:46:25.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You haunt my dreams like the sweet refrain of my favorite song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I want to run away and not look back. I want to have no plans except to  keep going. I want to meet strange new people and have conversations that change me. I watched The Holiday today. My favorite part was when Graham admits to Amanda that he's a major weeper. Kinda like me. "A good book, a great film, a birthday card, I weep." haha. I think I look nice in black. I've been listening to Ray LaMontagne. I'm picking out a tripod tomorrow for my canon. I didn't tell you about my dreams. I keep having these dreams of you and I wake myself out of them. Kinda like when I stop myself from seeing you. Don't ever let me leave you. I want to dance. I want to be spun in circles and be carried away. I love you Dirty Dancing. I want to feel wind blow me away. I want Ray on my record player. I want to be swooned. at all times. I can't wait for Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-4539486106025213710?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/4539486106025213710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=4539486106025213710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4539486106025213710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4539486106025213710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-haunt-my-dreams-like-sweet-refrain.html' title='You haunt my dreams like the sweet refrain of my favorite song.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1489598242112807373</id><published>2010-04-22T23:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:10:34.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alone and I'm in between...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't know if I should hate myself for always spending every second trying to bring myself back to those days. I just feel so numb all of a sudden. I don't want to be like everyone else. Someone made me a mix cd so I'm gonna take a bike ride to the woods and listen to that. I haven't listened to any of those songs that have significantly changed me. Maybe that's why I don't feel like myself. I am nineteen years old. nineteen. I don't believe it. I still have a lot to learn and I don't want to be sorry about that. I can't believe May is almost here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're only taking turns.&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/6187083100222140895-1489598242112807373?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1489598242112807373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1489598242112807373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1489598242112807373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1489598242112807373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/may.html' title='alone and I&apos;m in between...'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3628371514646559001</id><published>2010-04-22T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:38:57.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Begin #content --&gt;    &lt;!-- Begin #main --&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't heard a thing you've said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In at least a couple hundred days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What'd you say? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3628371514646559001?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3628371514646559001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3628371514646559001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3628371514646559001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3628371514646559001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-havent-heard-thing-youve-said-in-at.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-9077753190683541441</id><published>2010-04-21T01:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:45:17.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;then we can age and fall away&lt;br /&gt;and meet again some golden day&lt;br /&gt;and fill it in our happy way&lt;br /&gt;in starlight and in gold&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/6187083100222140895-9077753190683541441?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/9077753190683541441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=9077753190683541441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/9077753190683541441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/9077753190683541441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/04/then-we-can-age-and-fall-away-and-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1531942685613416574</id><published>2010-03-28T15:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:01:27.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sort it out.</title><content type='html'>I am happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; where I am. I mean it. I wish I could be this happy for 50 years or so..it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;counts&lt;/span&gt;. Most assuredly. If I could be this girl that I am when your close by then holy crap. I see more when I'm blessed. because this is the way. I imagine what? Being there. numero uno agh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1531942685613416574?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1531942685613416574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1531942685613416574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1531942685613416574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1531942685613416574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-gone.html' title='sort it out.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6165496101275352516</id><published>2010-03-21T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:32:44.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to be here anymore. I am so sick of living in this city. I am sick of being here. I want to run away. I don't care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6165496101275352516?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6165496101275352516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6165496101275352516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6165496101275352516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6165496101275352516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-want-to-be-here-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-7221761245423052517</id><published>2010-03-11T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:41:20.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been missing them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3DnszJNPgc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3DnszJNPgc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-missing-them.html' title='i&apos;ve been missing them.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8815901950319212184</id><published>2010-02-24T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:14:27.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't keep living in this dead or dying dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8815901950319212184?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-4648744880643978884</id><published>2010-02-17T23:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:45:59.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I can’t,&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;br /&gt;but I have to,&lt;br /&gt;breathe&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-4648744880643978884?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5688783107779788625</id><published>2010-02-15T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:06:04.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent the winter diving to the bottom.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5688783107779788625?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5688783107779788625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5688783107779788625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5688783107779788625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5688783107779788625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-spent-winter-diving-to-bottom.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1795290943133958560</id><published>2010-02-14T16:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T16:17:18.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a distance in your eyes only mine can see.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1795290943133958560?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1795290943133958560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1795290943133958560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1795290943133958560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1795290943133958560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-distance-in-your-eyes-only-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-367378616511781987</id><published>2010-02-13T19:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:04:23.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's always hard to be the one left behind.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-367378616511781987?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/367378616511781987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=367378616511781987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/367378616511781987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/367378616511781987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-things-gonna-look-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-4213601109165610473</id><published>2010-02-10T00:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:14:37.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Build me a home inside your song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-4213601109165610473?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-4853903288912078316</id><published>2010-02-08T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:43:55.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just assumed that you eventually would ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-4853903288912078316?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/4853903288912078316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=4853903288912078316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4853903288912078316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4853903288912078316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-just-assumed-that-you-eventually.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5970854915965662076</id><published>2010-02-04T20:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:36:23.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottom of the River</title><content type='html'>Well I am in love with something invisible&lt;br /&gt;And though no one can make sense of where it's from,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sure as all my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lay my head and feet to point north and south&lt;br /&gt;I will try to be a compass if you smile&lt;br /&gt;and deign to take me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lay on the bottom of that river&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time where old sorts go to die&lt;br /&gt;Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river&lt;br /&gt;Lift a song into the night&lt;br /&gt;So that the moon won’t have to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will collect all the hammers and I will make them ring&lt;br /&gt;When the slowly swollen eyes are not enough&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk down the road until I can hear her sing&lt;br /&gt;She can pass her coded message through my clothes&lt;br /&gt;And assure me that she’s sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lay on the bottom of that river&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time where old sorts go to die&lt;br /&gt;Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river&lt;br /&gt;Lift a song into the night&lt;br /&gt;So that the moon won’t have to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well come up slow&lt;br /&gt;And drag your voice out into the light&lt;br /&gt;With the rough cover it provides you to shine&lt;br /&gt;Now here we go down the hill fast faster no keel no bow&lt;br /&gt;Though you can smell them in my blood, forget the start&lt;br /&gt;Cause they’re all dead by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lay on the bottom of that river&lt;br /&gt;Spending my time where old sorts go to die&lt;br /&gt;Engulf the fish at the bottom of that river&lt;br /&gt;Lift a song into the night&lt;br /&gt;So that the moon won’t have to die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5970854915965662076?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5970854915965662076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5970854915965662076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5970854915965662076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5970854915965662076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S2pHaGCft1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/SolueiYaQ6E/s400/maxywaxy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434234413999175506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S2pHor6v5tI/AAAAAAAAAmM/n6nzgmmZWQ8/s1600-h/4329278812_ec8c3a423c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S2pHor6v5tI/AAAAAAAAAmM/n6nzgmmZWQ8/s400/4329278812_ec8c3a423c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434234664685397714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-7732379994762518362?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/7732379994762518362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=7732379994762518362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7732379994762518362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7732379994762518362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S2pHaGCft1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/SolueiYaQ6E/s72-c/maxywaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8206930310103992088</id><published>2010-02-02T19:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:24:38.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;i am so lucky.&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/6187083100222140895-8206930310103992088?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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that she’s watching.&lt;br /&gt;She’s laughing, she’s turning.&lt;br /&gt;She’s holding her tonic like a cross&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The room’s suddenly spinning.&lt;br /&gt;She walks up and asks how you are.&lt;br /&gt;So you can smell her perfume.&lt;br /&gt;You can see her lying naked in your arms.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And so there’s a change, in your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;And all these memories come rushing&lt;br /&gt;like feral waves to your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Of the curl of your bodies,&lt;br /&gt;like two perfect circles entwined.&lt;br /&gt;And you feel hopeless and homeless&lt;br /&gt;and lost in the haze of the wine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;But she makes sure you saw her.&lt;br /&gt;She looks right at you and bolts.&lt;br /&gt;As she walks out the door,&lt;br /&gt;your blood boiling&lt;br /&gt;your stomach in ropes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when your friends say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then you walk, under the streetlights.&lt;br /&gt;And you’re too drunk to notice,&lt;br /&gt;that everyone is staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;You just don’t care what you look like,&lt;br /&gt;the world is falling around you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You just have to see her.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her.&lt;br /&gt;You just have to see her.&lt;br /&gt;You know that she’ll break you in two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-90836339984436414?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/90836339984436414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=90836339984436414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/90836339984436414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/90836339984436414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-so-predictable-and-i-hate-myself.html' title='i am so predictable and i hate myself'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1704688034681600899</id><published>2010-01-26T21:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:28:27.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvfXE90Cocg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvfXE90Cocg&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1704688034681600899?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1704688034681600899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1704688034681600899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1704688034681600899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1704688034681600899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5739728809821081111</id><published>2010-01-26T01:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:38:10.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I went driving today and as soon as I sat in my car, I noticed how quickly the sun felt hitting my knees and how it felt hitting the back of my neck and how it gave off this nice warm summer smell. I don't know how to explain it hah. It was just so warm and it reminded me of being a kid and falling asleep in the backseat on really hot days. I'm so excited to drive in my car during the summer. like today i had the windows down for the first time. I smell spring badly. I was waking on a little board walk earlier and it was warm out and there was a little fountain and it just smelled so good. the way water is suppose to smell on summer days y'know? :) I was so tempted to sit there and stick my feet in. It hasn't been this beautiful since October. I'm excited for some sun again. Well anyway, I just found out that Rushmore the movie was filmed in Houston, TX. I recognize the schools and well I want to go and check it out. I'm so excited for this. I now have actual lists of cool places I want to visit in this city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5739728809821081111?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5739728809821081111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5615067830730490566</id><published>2010-01-25T20:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:55:50.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you  I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I  miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss  you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I  miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss  you I miss you  I miss you 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miss you I miss you I miss you I miss  you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I  miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss  you I miss you  I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I  miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss  you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I  miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss  you I miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5615067830730490566?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5615067830730490566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5615067830730490566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5615067830730490566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5615067830730490566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-miss-you-i-miss-you-i-miss-you-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-550599315765556853</id><published>2010-01-18T22:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:16:37.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i listened to the fray on vinyl todayy. i wrote about it and i recorded a little cllip of how it was like. i wish i can listen to it everyday. i’m so happy right now. here watch this, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyMeyDg22lM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LyMeyDg22lM&lt;/a&gt; i hope you love it. PS, 10 days left before I turn 19. I'm gonna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1UxIcHspaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ex-dt_LUaUk/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1UxIcHspaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ex-dt_LUaUk/s400/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428298946922194338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1UxpiRZccI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TNg5AGyZO7A/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1UxpiRZccI/AAAAAAAAAl8/TNg5AGyZO7A/s400/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428299515509174722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1Uwr5R4S9I/AAAAAAAAAls/YFWBkxA84b0/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1Uwr5R4S9I/AAAAAAAAAls/YFWBkxA84b0/s400/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428298456533322706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1Uwr5R4S9I/AAAAAAAAAls/YFWBkxA84b0/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-550599315765556853?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/550599315765556853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=550599315765556853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/550599315765556853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/550599315765556853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-listened-to-fray-on-vinyl-todayy.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S1UxIcHspaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ex-dt_LUaUk/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-786743058432930301</id><published>2010-01-17T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:40:25.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i just pressed play for the first time on my record player.  i waited so long to hook up my dad's amp for this. i can't believe i waited this long. why?! i cried. i didn't mean to. it just started coming. i sat there and just watched the record spin and so were my thoughts. i felt like i had to.  if you only knew how much i loved the moment i first heard the static sparkle. and to hear conor's voice sing about perfection and music and capturing a moment on camera. i can't wait for tomorrow. i have a day off and i'm officially just gonna lay in my room and listen to the entire noise floor album and the fray's htsal and self title. and simon and garfunkel's bookends. God. there's no way im not missing out on this. now all i need is an amazing set of headphones. siiigh. i love music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="quote"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;     “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;So would you sing with me&lt;br /&gt;The song is all I know&lt;br /&gt;Some truths are told now only in a melody&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve been writing a new one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Yeah, I’ve been taking my time with it&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be so perfect&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna hold all of us inside of it&lt;br /&gt;You will see&lt;br /&gt;If you just add your harmony&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be complete&lt;br /&gt;And be worthy of singing&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a symphony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yeah, you’re the cool of the water&lt;br /&gt;You’re the start of the summer&lt;br /&gt;Keep me still like a anchor&lt;br /&gt;In a storm you’re the cellar&lt;br /&gt;When I’m heavy with worry make me light as a feather&lt;br /&gt;When I’m deafened by anger you’re the song I remember&lt;br /&gt;With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar&lt;br /&gt;When I’m starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter&lt;br /&gt;You’re a poet&lt;br /&gt;And a saint&lt;br /&gt;You are the only one I choose to imitate&lt;br /&gt;Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera&lt;br /&gt;It’s this picture I have seen&lt;br /&gt;We’re on a sloping hill of green&lt;br /&gt;And you are walking there beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; ”     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="source"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;—&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Entry Way Song - Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinyl Only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-786743058432930301?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/786743058432930301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8538250641385146074</id><published>2010-01-11T22:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:16:48.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm watching the Simpson's 20th anniversary special right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S0wCDYdE_nI/AAAAAAAAAlc/upWNxHQWVlk/s1600-h/IMG_2619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S0wCDYdE_nI/AAAAAAAAAlc/upWNxHQWVlk/s400/IMG_2619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425713908201881202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8538250641385146074?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8538250641385146074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8538250641385146074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8538250641385146074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8538250641385146074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/julias-package-came.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S0wCDYdE_nI/AAAAAAAAAlc/upWNxHQWVlk/s72-c/IMG_2619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1289857324847062388</id><published>2010-01-10T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:56:05.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skyping with julia and reading our letters over to each other. that has to be my FAVORITE. there is nothing like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1289857324847062388?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1289857324847062388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1289857324847062388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1289857324847062388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1289857324847062388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/skyping-with-julia-and-reading-our.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's no rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Still see you in bed&lt;br /&gt;But I'm playing with myself&lt;br /&gt;What do you care?&lt;br /&gt;When the other men are far far better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the things you've got&lt;br /&gt;All the things you need&lt;br /&gt;Who bought you cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;So how can you sleep&lt;br /&gt;These people aren't your friends&lt;br /&gt;They're paid to kiss your feet&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what I know&lt;br /&gt;And why should you care&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;And there's no rest&lt;br /&gt;Should I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Still see you in bed&lt;br /&gt;But I'm playing with myself&lt;br /&gt;What do you care?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things you've got&lt;br /&gt;That you'll never need&lt;br /&gt;All the things you've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've bled and I'd bleed to please you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-7317344297306992482?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/7317344297306992482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=7317344297306992482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7317344297306992482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7317344297306992482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-thinking-about-you-your-records.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3697005032934781218</id><published>2010-01-05T12:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:37:57.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;you slow me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3697005032934781218?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3697005032934781218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3697005032934781218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3697005032934781218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3697005032934781218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-slow-me-down.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-7935406498494293071</id><published>2010-01-03T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:36:41.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i...don't know what to write in my fray notebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-7935406498494293071?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-4368484952568846104</id><published>2009-12-31T10:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:20:01.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXix_papY78&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXix_papY78&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly this year. and going back to the beginning and realizing what really mattered to me and how admirable all of it was for me. and then now. and how it'll be gone and the way i feel right now. i don't want this year to end. but I'm secretly excited about new things and more real moments and turning nineteen and being younger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-4368484952568846104?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/4368484952568846104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=4368484952568846104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4368484952568846104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/4368484952568846104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5124947596778496890</id><published>2009-12-30T11:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:46:47.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not pulled but led.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm starting a memory book of him. i know it sounds funny but it's gonna be different. i'm gonna print up my favorite moments, i'm gonna add lyrics and snippets of his own words that remind me of them, and polaroids, and it will secretly be my memory book that I will just pull out one day to remember and laugh to myself. I'm gonna start thinking of ways what to name it. and who knows maybe one day I won't be afraid to show it to anyone. I thought of this when I was editing a screen cap from that moment in Austin when Happiness was over and the snow was falling. i was adding more snow to picture. it's so perfect. In a little bit, I'm gonna head over to pick up my cousin. I promised her Starbucks and to jam to all my Fray albums. PS, meeting Melissa had to been one of my favorite things about this year. Talk more later. Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5124947596778496890?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5124947596778496890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5124947596778496890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5124947596778496890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5124947596778496890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-not-pulled-but-led.html' title='You&apos;re not pulled but led.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8780392785845400227</id><published>2009-12-26T23:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:18:47.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna finally hang out with a Denver person. I get to meet Melissa for the first time. I am so excited for this moment. I think it's special for me since she's a big fan of The Fray &amp;amp; Meese and I've known her over a course of three years. I first saw her show up everywhere once I got into Meese. I can't wait to meet her in real life. She's so important. I want to take her to the Carnival and we can spend the whole day there and get on all the rides. It would be such an ice breaker and I can't picture having any awkward moments. I'm excited. I'm gonna take my camera with me and maybe drive my car and we can follow each other and ah just so much fun. I can't wait to talk and get to know each other. &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8780392785845400227?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8780392785845400227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8780392785845400227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8780392785845400227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8780392785845400227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-gonna-finally-hang-out-with-denver.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6382462146841922804</id><published>2009-12-25T21:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:51:39.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, I know this is late but I treated myself for Christmas and finally got around to ordering The Fray's Htsal and the self title both on Vinyl. :) :) :) :) :) :) ugh, man.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SzWWMTFz_oI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6_a9BeCV-XY/s1600-h/IMG_9293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SzWWMTFz_oI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6_a9BeCV-XY/s400/IMG_9293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419402864637509250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6382462146841922804?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6382462146841922804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6382462146841922804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6382462146841922804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6382462146841922804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/hey-i-know-this-is-late-but-i-treated.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SzWWMTFz_oI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6_a9BeCV-XY/s72-c/IMG_9293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2101402066523096330</id><published>2009-12-22T11:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:01:42.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>spring forward, fall back down.</title><content type='html'>There was this moment that I didn't tell you about on December 16th. The show was over and the snow was falling from the cieling and all the lights were turned on and Isaac was just standing there and he was looking up and his eyes were smiling. I remember turning around watching it fall and then turning back to look at him. That was the best goodbye. It made me feel infinite. I have a list of a few moments on paper down that have made me feel infinite in my life. that moment is number 1. I'm listening to Left and Leaving and that part in the song where he goes "Memory will rust and erode into lists of all that you gave me" ha. So fitting. I'm going to the eye doctor to pick up my glasses. I need them while I drive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-2101402066523096330?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2101402066523096330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2101402066523096330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2101402066523096330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2101402066523096330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/spring-forward-fall-back-down.html' title='spring forward, fall back down.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1193215527942793410</id><published>2009-12-21T23:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:45:31.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And she told me she can't give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Cause she needs someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; How she needs someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; And she told me she's come this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; To believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&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/6187083100222140895-1193215527942793410?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1193215527942793410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1193215527942793410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1193215527942793410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1193215527942793410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-she-told-me-she-cant-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1839811682412627133</id><published>2009-12-21T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:15:56.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where are you now?</title><content type='html'>it's that time of year. When you pop in that Christmas cd in your car and you have it repeated over and over. We did that each December. Now this year is different. and I'm on my own. I am listening to The Fray's Holiday Ep. I feel this chill in my bones. The tone in Isaac's voice is warm and i can already picture myself driving with the Christmas Ep on repeat and the car heater on my face and everything is beautiful and the grass is gold and the sky is gray. December is coming to a close end. I am so happy I have the day off tomorrow. I want everything to be frozen right now. What I'm feeling right now. Holy cow. My birthday is soon. I came home from work today and you won't believe what I saw. Five glow of lights lined up in a row hovering the sky. and then everywhere else (the lower part of the sky) were tiny sate lights all over. Everything was quiet. No planes no nothing. just those tiny little sate lights moving slowly. I sat out there with my brother and we just freaked out and watched. Maybe it's North Korea, China, or Russia. Or aliens. Or our government? I'm so stupid. But it reminded me so much of that dream I had where I saw the exact thing except everything blew up after that. That was a nightmare. All of that is making me feel like watching Mysterious Skin again. You know that part when..ah yeah nvm hah. I don't know. I don't know. All of that was just identifying and I almost called the police to hear any reports. But thank God I didn't. I am probably just crazy. This ep is good. real good. dnasdioufwehrreyrefhdagyfarahfuwe Merry Christmas.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1839811682412627133?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1839811682412627133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1839811682412627133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1839811682412627133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1839811682412627133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='where are you now?'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-7840787573127101288</id><published>2009-12-19T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:51:13.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="748" height="561" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="W49290f811b4e129a" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/49290f811b4e129a/492a4db8685c2d54/49290f811b4e129a/721258f/pid/inwATsyMzad5mAK5ROmFhQSjfmT2Fzeb/channel/MSG-Networks" allowscriptaccess="always" allownetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/49290f811b4e129a/492a4db8685c2d54/49290f811b4e129a/721258f/pid/inwATsyMzad5mAK5ROmFhQSjfmT2Fzeb/channel/MSG-Networks"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-7840787573127101288?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/7840787573127101288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=7840787573127101288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7840787573127101288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7840787573127101288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5078650194632978495</id><published>2009-12-18T23:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:56:11.674-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my front yard used to be so green. i love how quickly it died once autumn left and how i just noticed that today. so gold. so lovely. i took a drive out to see more gold grass because that's beautiful to me and this is how it looked. it was raining all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SyxqDtyu58I/AAAAAAAAAlE/8mwHpALfWeE/s1600-h/IMG_1841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SyxqDtyu58I/AAAAAAAAAlE/8mwHpALfWeE/s400/IMG_1841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416821063884400578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another picture for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4196866004/" title="Untitled by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2626/4196866004_1b63a914c6.jpg" width="500" height="352" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5078650194632978495?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5078650194632978495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5078650194632978495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5078650194632978495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5078650194632978495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-front-yard-used-to-be-so-green.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SyxqDtyu58I/AAAAAAAAAlE/8mwHpALfWeE/s72-c/IMG_1841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-7101237201240358078</id><published>2009-12-17T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:18:17.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know if you've had your feelings get in the way from going anywhere.  I feel so BLOCKED. No matter how hard I have tried today, I can't explain.  i don't even feel the need to talk about it. I am gonna write every thing right now in my journal. I miss. i know i say it each time but this is as close as it gets for now. i think it hit me most when i was watching the recordings today. i started to cry not so much when I watched and listened to the video on my phone of Vienna and the beginning/middle of Happiness. no matter what, last night was incredible. no matter what. "Your it"&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-7101237201240358078?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/7101237201240358078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=7101237201240358078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7101237201240358078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7101237201240358078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-if-youve-had-your-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3725943396634155601</id><published>2009-12-13T22:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T23:44:09.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Isaac Slade&lt;br /&gt;2. Alex Dezen&lt;br /&gt;3. Dan Layus&lt;br /&gt;4. Ace Enders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicians and REAL people who are very important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHHHHHHHH &lt;br /&gt;I'm going through my playlists on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;and this one reminds me of this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;so. much. I can feel it in my bones. all over.&lt;br /&gt;these musicians are the most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; to me. i mean that sincerelyy.&lt;br /&gt;and this Christmas time and new years will be better. i am appreciating it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/506iWeq3F4o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/506iWeq3F4o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to cry. the sound of these people/musicians are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh BE MY BABY,. and i'll look after you. oh oh oh oh BE MY BABY oh oh oh ohhh.. OH OH OH BE MY BABY AND I'LL LOOK AFTER YOU. ladadaladlaldanvjkdbafjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can meet someone in real life who feels what I feel when I hear these people sing. and just when I hear the music stop or these videos stop, it's gone. that feeling i only only only feel when i hear them. it's magic. beautiful. nothing no nothing nothing can change my mind. i'm a little older now but oh my god. it just gets more deeper than before. i'll shake sometimes or just close my eyes and lay my head on my hands. or maybe you have to read this and listen to something beautiful to understand what I feel. ugh I feel ridiculous. but I want to look back on this and remember this feeling. it's so returning. and that right there are those few people/musicians. MAGICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmZXiZgL-A4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wmZXiZgL-A4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't  u n d e r s t a n d  what this is like for me. maybe you do. yeah maybe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbNfXEa6yJI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vbNfXEa6yJI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JULIA DON'T LISTEN TO THIS. PLEASE. IT'S ON YOUR MIXTAPE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kSutrI8Ack&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kSutrI8Ack&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to take this song on a drive. and i want everything and everyone misty. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;more than I will ever deserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas. Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3725943396634155601?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3725943396634155601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3725943396634155601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3725943396634155601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3725943396634155601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8752403422505801293</id><published>2009-12-10T22:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:02:27.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Jack you see, I felt like your mirror with the wind whipping through my hair."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4175287803/" title="Untitled by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2573/4175287803_d6fbaca3e9_o.jpg" alt="Untitled" height="724" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking about The Fray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8752403422505801293?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8752403422505801293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8752403422505801293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8752403422505801293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8752403422505801293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-stop-thinking-about-fray.html' title='&quot;Oh Jack you see, I felt like your mirror with the wind whipping through my hair.&quot;'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5934634490769133869</id><published>2009-12-09T19:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:11:56.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>soon it will be Christmas day.</title><content type='html'>seven days from today. austin, the fray, winter, christmas. i'm gonna cry..&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8517042006675531012</id><published>2009-12-04T20:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:48:57.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When you're only 18 And you got nothing to lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxnHuU26JpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5sSAIyODK5c/s1600-h/IMG_1151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxnHuU26JpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5sSAIyODK5c/s400/IMG_1151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411576025949283986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxnIRAKfroI/AAAAAAAAAkE/J71DMb6UENU/s1600-h/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxnIRAKfroI/AAAAAAAAAkE/J71DMb6UENU/s400/IMG_1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411576621689712258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you know but it snowed today in Houston. real life snow falling hard from the sky. i never seen anything like it. i think my favorite part was leaving work right on golden hour and rushing home to my camera and driving to the nearest field listening to "sand in your shoes". my boots were soaked with freezing mud. and i took this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4159191152/" title="&amp;quot;chasing the sunset through another empty town&amp;quot; by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2533/4159191152_9397e15937.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;chasing the sunset through another empty town&amp;quot;" height="500" width="354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone close to me used this as her desktop and it made me smile heartily. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxnIsHEGZ5I/AAAAAAAAAkM/GVua4PIHcRA/s400/15338_1136724629981_1583310075_30309487_8230933_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411577087398406034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8517042006675531012?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8517042006675531012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8517042006675531012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8517042006675531012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8517042006675531012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-if-you-know-but-it-snowed.html' title='When you&apos;re only 18 And you got nothing to lose'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxnHuU26JpI/AAAAAAAAAj8/5sSAIyODK5c/s72-c/IMG_1151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2738781561315006606</id><published>2009-12-03T17:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:32:29.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>couches in alleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxhJ89AY_8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/N2q6jQTDqo4/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxhJ89AY_8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/N2q6jQTDqo4/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411156263802830786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4155982675/" title="&amp;quot;Hey Jack it's me, I don't mean to bother you but somethings been on my mind.&amp;quot; by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/4155982675_ec747a4466.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;Hey Jack it's me, I don't mean to bother you but somethings been on my mind.&amp;quot;" height="303" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4155445723/" title="Untitled by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4155445723_bd40afe75d.jpg" alt="" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-2738781561315006606?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2738781561315006606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2738781561315006606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2738781561315006606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2738781561315006606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/couches-and-alleys.html' title='couches in alleys'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxhJ89AY_8I/AAAAAAAAAjk/N2q6jQTDqo4/s72-c/IMG_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5408207770483798464</id><published>2009-12-02T20:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:33:26.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't see why you'd want to live here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Fray were Grammy nominated twice tonight. I feel like crying. My eyes are straining themselves from watering and my throat feels like a knot and I'm overwhelmed of happiness that it hurts. (Every Happiness version I have is on repeat right now and I never missed anything so much.) God I can't wait to revisit them two weeks and a half from now and that our date is close to Christmas or how we'll be in Austin city togethe just like that one time when I turned sixteen. I can't wait for the trip. in every way. and feel the cold on my cheeks while i wait in line and see them just one more time. When I was younger, I imagined what it would be like to see them during Christmas season. I had pictures made up in my head. I love them. I love them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE THEM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This was today. I drove to places with her today. She's the closest thing I have to beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; after max..heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4153945234/" title="glass eyes by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4153945234_1a23e67ebd.jpg" alt="glass eyes" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4153174551/" title="&amp;quot;so save your film and fifteen dollars.&amp;quot; by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2761/4153174551_dfa85e5c62.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;so save your film and fifteen dollars.&amp;quot;" width="355" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5408207770483798464?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5408207770483798464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5408207770483798464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5408207770483798464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5408207770483798464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/12/fray-were-grammy-nominated-twice.html' title='I can&apos;t see why you&apos;d want to live here.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2802/4153945234_1a23e67ebd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6105566550269055120</id><published>2009-11-30T12:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:20:56.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning I went on the first drive with my own car and Neil Young was playing in the background and my canon was on the passenger seat and it was drizzling rain and all the colors of the trees were gold. i drove around the airport and I found a few back roads. i spotted this sorta empty road so I turned back around and parked along the edge and turned off my car and got out and stood in the center and just felt the cold air hit my face. I had my camera strapped around my neck so I focused on taking the perfect picture. I went looking for more roads to stop at and I kept going down the main street until I found another perfect place. and i didddd. and it was beautiful. I walked a bit far and I found a gravel road and there were leaves everywhere and I thought I was alone but a lady in a hat drove by and she smiled at me and I felt like everything was harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4147187781/" title="&amp;quot;and the seasons will change us new&amp;quot; by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2659/4147187781_a258ac145a.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;and the seasons will change us new&amp;quot;" height="500" width="441" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxQa0_qfLPI/AAAAAAAAAjc/-6HdhWukCg0/s1600/IMG_0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxQa0_qfLPI/AAAAAAAAAjc/-6HdhWukCg0/s400/IMG_0645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409978550123965682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxQZhVe53GI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ae9emmodVQ0/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxQX88aXuBI/AAAAAAAAAjE/JEYKs05WNaI/s400/IMG_0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409975388155131922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6105566550269055120?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6105566550269055120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6105566550269055120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6105566550269055120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6105566550269055120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-morning-i-went-on-first-drive-with.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2659/4147187781_a258ac145a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8350129864720130451</id><published>2009-11-28T22:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:58:04.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we won't be sleeping in our autumn beds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxH_TWy5ujI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RKdIBnzVSNk/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxH_TWy5ujI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RKdIBnzVSNk/s400/IMG_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409385335450352178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4142136439/" title="&amp;quot;We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds&amp;quot; by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2596/4142136439_495669e2e5.jpg" alt="&amp;quot;We won't be sleeping in our autumn beds&amp;quot;" height="500" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want autumn to end. not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8350129864720130451?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8350129864720130451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8350129864720130451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8350129864720130451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8350129864720130451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-want-autumn-to-end.html' title='we won&apos;t be sleeping in our autumn beds'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SxH_TWy5ujI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RKdIBnzVSNk/s72-c/IMG_0313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3976974780115482175</id><published>2009-11-26T19:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T19:44:35.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I wish we could go on a holiday forever. I don't want my mom to go back to work, i don't want any of this to end. i love the cold air outside right now and the dead leaves and the pumpkin pie and the warm hugs from my mom and being home and safe. While the turkey was baking, I went outside with my camera. It's the most fun I've had all year. I'm glad I got it at eighteen. I'm glad we shared Thanksgiving together. I want to freeze this moment so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the dayyyyyyy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4136063145/" title="&amp;quot;Do they collide,&amp;quot; I ask and you smile. by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4136063145_9c3d55f5c3.jpg" width="426" height="500" alt="&amp;quot;Do they collide,&amp;quot; I ask and you smile." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tiny dandelions by the small field next to home and I fluttered the  end to make them fly all over. They landed in my hair and all over my boots. It was nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3976974780115482175?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3976974780115482175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3976974780115482175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3976974780115482175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3976974780115482175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wish-we-could-go-on-holiday-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2530/4136063145_9c3d55f5c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-598203168846917899</id><published>2009-11-25T18:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T23:38:41.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I went out and explored with my camera today after a really long day of work. I felt like I was escaping from it all. I'm so happy with it. This is what I've been waiting for and now it's happening and it feels great. I just want to shout of happiness. if that makes sense. This picture here was my favorite of all the takes. This is the beginning of something for me and I feel good about it. Who knows, I'm probably all wrong. I hope you love it as much as I do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/yoletsee/4134184747/" title="Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”  by yoletsee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/4134184747_2cfc7be803.jpg" alt="Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” " width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I almost forgot. :) I met an old woman named Patsy Slade today. I explained to her the importance of her last name while we shared a nice moment. She laughed about it and said something along the lines of him coming on tv and I just went along with it and said yes haha. This week's been good. Can't wait for Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the third night with my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;my horoscope yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Your dreams can actually help to answer a lingering question today, but you'll need to take the time to explore their symbolism. Even if you cannot remember all the details, your subconscious puts you in touch with what's important now. Your current lesson has to do with how your unfettered imagination can help you create a better future. Remember, what exists in reality begins as a mere thought first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;made so much sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-598203168846917899?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/598203168846917899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=598203168846917899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/598203168846917899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/598203168846917899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-went-out-and-explored-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2635/4134184747_2cfc7be803_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-5566306567435790679</id><published>2009-11-24T23:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:17:00.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT MY CAMERA I GOT IT I GOT IT I GOT ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. TODAY WAS A GREAT DAY. TODAY I WILL REMEMBER ALWAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5566306567435790679?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5566306567435790679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5566306567435790679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5566306567435790679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5566306567435790679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-my-camera-i-got-it-i-got-it-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8746524605675602874</id><published>2009-11-22T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:01:30.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting a little tired of Walmart Customers. Today this old man grabbed me by the hand and kissed it and told me I had beautiful eyes. I felt so uncomfortable and all the people in line were staring. I just gave him my sympathetic face.  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8746524605675602874?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8746524605675602874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8746524605675602874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8746524605675602874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/8746524605675602874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-getting-little-tired-of-walmart.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-959360175740361138</id><published>2009-11-17T13:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:52:31.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One more month</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I found out from Julia that The Fray are coming back to Austin. It's so funny how I found out because I was in bed with my phone and her text showed up and once I read it, it nearly gave me a heart attack. I started shaking when we were texting back and forth and and I got my net book and started to look it up. Then I realized that I found out exactly one month before and it made me smile. So December 16th is when I will see The Fray again. That's...30 days from today.  oh my God. 30 days. that songggg. I remember singing it over and over and over when I was with Sadie and when we made videos of our feet swinging and our terrible karaoke aaand all that Christmas I spent it telling her about The Fray and taking polaroids and the ocean. I can't wait for December. I can't wait to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;30 days till christmas and all I know&lt;br /&gt;Is I'm not quite ready to let go of this past year&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to show&lt;br /&gt;One more month and all I need&lt;br /&gt;Is a sign from you, that you think of me&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, then please just say so&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I do, is think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's wearing me out, it's wearing me down&lt;br /&gt;This holiday, is nothing but frowns for me&lt;br /&gt;But I've got a gift, you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a list, hell, I'll check it twice&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you've done in my life&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll send it your way&lt;br /&gt;So you see why I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought that someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Could've fallen in love so easily&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know that I know what I want&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't have it but give it a thought&lt;br /&gt;I know that it sounds crazy, baby&lt;br /&gt;But all I do is think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wearing me out, it's wearing me down&lt;br /&gt;This holiday, is nothing but frowns for me&lt;br /&gt;But I've got a gift, you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a list, hell, I'll check it twice&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things you've done in my life&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll send it your way&lt;br /&gt;So you see why I love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you throw my way&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to say, but it's a crying shame&lt;br /&gt;That I came all this way, with so much to say&lt;br /&gt;But all that came out was happy holiday&lt;br /&gt;A home cooked meal and a nice warm bed&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to love a place to lay my head&lt;br /&gt;But I got 30 days and ima make them count&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't call it christmas without someone to smile about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-959360175740361138?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/959360175740361138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=959360175740361138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/959360175740361138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/959360175740361138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more-month.html' title='One more month'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3670441357387944245</id><published>2009-11-12T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:14:37.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>october came</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i love gold grass and cold air and Christmas decorations on coca cola’s. I love the ending of a countdown and buying goodies for my favorite bands. i love the color magenta. and i love my taste in stuffff. i love how i girly i feel in my flats. i love today. happy birthday mommy. most of all, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3670441357387944245?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3670441357387944245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3670441357387944245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3670441357387944245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3670441357387944245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/october-came.html' title='october came'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2074996068167893581</id><published>2009-11-10T20:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:44:48.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are so many things i miss right now. most of it are just songs i haven't listened to in a whileee. i miss my favorite bands. :( it's ridiculous. Honestly, I can't wait for the fray to get back on tour. I'm just counting down the days. NOV 14th will be here in just four short/long? days. i'm so nervous to see meese this saturday. last night when I was just lying in bed with my eyes open in the dark, something came up in my mind. It reminded me of a christmas present I got from someone two years ago. Well here's to hoping i can find that dvd and cd to give to the meese brothers. today at work this girl told me my hair was gorgeous. she made me smile. I can't wait for it to get a little bit longer. sometimes i still can't believe the morning light broke up and that i didn't get to see Alex Dezen in Dallas this weekend or that I'm gonna miss Augustana this saturday. None of this makes any sense to me. i wanna cry and hide underneath the covers. i don't want this year to be over. this year means so much to me. despite all the bad stuff, this is graduation year. This is the year I changed. the year that I grew up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-2074996068167893581?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2074996068167893581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2074996068167893581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2074996068167893581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2074996068167893581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-so-many-things-i-miss-right.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-859556898759754408</id><published>2009-11-03T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:07:59.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The time has come for colds and overcoats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; We're quiet on the ride, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; we're all just waiting to get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Another week away, my greatest fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need the smell of summer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I need its noises in my ears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If looks could really kill, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; then my profession would be staring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Please know we do this cause we care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and not for the thrill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Collect calls to home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to tell them that I realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; that everyone who lives will someday die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and die alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And we won't let you in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Though we're down and out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; We won't let you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wrote more postcards than hooks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I read more maps than books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Feel like every chance to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; is another chance I should have took. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Every minute is a mile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've never felt so hollow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; and empty aisles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; My secrets for a buck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Watch me as I cut myself wide open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; on this stage. Yes, I am paid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to spill my guts. I won't see home till spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, I would kill for the Atlantic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; but I am paid to make girls panic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; while I sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And we won't let you in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Though we're down and out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; We won't let you in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And we won't let you in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; We don't want what isn't ours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; We won't let you in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; You win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the coastline is quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; While we're quietly losing control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yes, we're silent but sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; we invented the cure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; that will wash out my memories of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "The harpoon is loaded. The cage is lowered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; The water is red." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-859556898759754408?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/859556898759754408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=859556898759754408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/859556898759754408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/859556898759754408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-has-come-for-colds-and-overcoats.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3852385216672599505</id><published>2009-11-01T17:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:25:52.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uise'/><title type='text'>'cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Last night I got to see Jesse Lacey and the rest of the band dressed up in costumes. It was really great. To me, that night Jesse was this person I didn't know in disguise. His eyes were hidden under a mask and they were the most mysterious I had ever seen. His whole being and the fact that he was up on that stage playing in a full house with everyone cheering him on. It was the best. I sincerely enjoyed every second of it. So when I was watching him front row and I was surrounded by all those fans, something came over me. I guess after seeing it live, it changes e v e r y t h i n g. Well happy November first. One thing I won't forget from that night was Julia's text. "I hope your enjoying the last 45 minutes of October" God, I hadn't even cared to check the time. I was in downtown for the first time alone on Halloween night just finished watching one of the greatest bands alive. It was surreal. I'm ready to move on though. October was so good to me. I miss you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6187083100222140895-3852385216672599505?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3852385216672599505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3852385216672599505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3852385216672599505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3852385216672599505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/11/cause-i-can-dish-it-out-but-i-cant-take.html' title='&apos;cause I can dish it out, but I can&apos;t take it.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-7170040773075624776</id><published>2009-10-31T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:40:02.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If I could make the world as pure and strange as what I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'd put you in the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I put in front of me.&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/6187083100222140895-7170040773075624776?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/7170040773075624776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=7170040773075624776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7170040773075624776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7170040773075624776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-could-make-world-as-pure-and.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1869539649193201386</id><published>2009-10-30T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:42:21.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October is over? No, this can't be happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1869539649193201386?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1869539649193201386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1869539649193201386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1869539649193201386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1869539649193201386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-is-over-no-this-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-924505849093596224</id><published>2009-10-28T22:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:42:40.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel n o t h i n g</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukNt4PLigI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nMdj2K_usUM/s1600-h/DSC02187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukNt4PLigI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nMdj2K_usUM/s400/DSC02187.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397860710221580802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukNpcDiaSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/U1DMtIwF53o/s1600-h/DSC02215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukNpcDiaSI/AAAAAAAAAiE/U1DMtIwF53o/s400/DSC02215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397860633937078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukNj802huI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DRY9pOxMg2w/s1600-h/DSC02172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukNj802huI/AAAAAAAAAh8/DRY9pOxMg2w/s400/DSC02172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397860539654637282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might've borrowed a camera. since my scanner doesn't work there's that max polaroid I think you would love. It has that precious light leak that came out of nowhere. then there's memory lane. Hopefully you can click on it and you can expand it to see clearer. i collected that leaf on 10th street in the heights. I grew up spending my childhood times there. Now everytime I visit I keep thinking I might run into Cameron Dezen. (Alex Dezen's sister) I remember when she came out on stage back in November 06 when The Damnwells were opening for The Fray and I yelled out to everyone that she was my choir teacher. I don't know what I was thinking. Oh also :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukPEd8VbiI/AAAAAAAAAiU/z_fnxJsXJHA/s1600-h/DSC02212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukPEd8VbiI/AAAAAAAAAiU/z_fnxJsXJHA/s400/DSC02212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397862197811834402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hah this camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-924505849093596224?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/924505849093596224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=924505849093596224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/924505849093596224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/924505849093596224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-n-o-t-h-i-n-g.html' title='i feel n o t h i n g'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SukNt4PLigI/AAAAAAAAAiM/nMdj2K_usUM/s72-c/DSC02187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8936735187164739828</id><published>2009-10-27T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:01:54.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been listening to alot of REO Speedwagon lately on my way to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8936735187164739828?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/8936735187164739828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=8936735187164739828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>i can't wait to leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5892056545000448466?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5892056545000448466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5892056545000448466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5892056545000448466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/5892056545000448466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-wait-to-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-799629216872509942</id><published>2009-10-24T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:31:55.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But isolation pushes you 'til every muscle aches down the only road it ever takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;today after work I took a polaroid of a street sign called "Memory Ln" It made me smile. We drove by it and I knew I had to stop the car. :) That means I have four polaroids left. I'm saving them for when I see Brand New on Halloween night. It's gonna be at the Verizon Wireless Theater. I love that place. The first time I ever went there was the first time I met Isaac. It's never quite the same whenever I revisit though. For me, it's kinda dead. Like weeping willow kinda dead, if that makes sense. Anyway, I'm hoping I can party after that. Now would be a good time.&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/6187083100222140895-799629216872509942?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/799629216872509942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=799629216872509942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/799629216872509942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/799629216872509942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-isolation-pushes-you-til-every.html' title='But isolation pushes you &apos;til every muscle aches down the only road it ever takes'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3588483715246904179</id><published>2009-10-22T20:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:01:05.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause everything I need is written on your face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SuEJQMu573I/AAAAAAAAAh0/RH59o69BuCY/s1600-h/dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SuEJQMu573I/AAAAAAAAAh0/RH59o69BuCY/s400/dave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395604002467082098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;that was Dave's recommendation of music to me today. :) I haven't felt this overwhelmed  since I got their myspace comment in February 2007. I think it's the best feeling to be recognized from my favorite people. :) I feel like i'm waking up in a dream. ah, it's so funny how I've been recommending stuffff lately. Like for instance my oldest brother finally finished reading Catcher in The Rye today. I'm so glad I got him to read it. and now I got Dave to listen to Cocorosie's song "animals". it's wild. :) I haven't stopped listening to Sea Wolf hah. Especially since it gives off this perfect winter mood. i love it. :)&lt;br /&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/6187083100222140895-3588483715246904179?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3588483715246904179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3588483715246904179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3588483715246904179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3588483715246904179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-everything-i-need-is-written-on.html' title='Cause everything I need is written on your face'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SuEJQMu573I/AAAAAAAAAh0/RH59o69BuCY/s72-c/dave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-7576777833540027265</id><published>2009-10-21T23:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:06:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw the birds fly south today. i can't wait for the next time they come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-7576777833540027265?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/7576777833540027265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=7576777833540027265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7576777833540027265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7576777833540027265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-saw-birds-fly-south-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-1438274852624266531</id><published>2009-10-20T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:37:21.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Keep one in your bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-1438274852624266531?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/1438274852624266531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=1438274852624266531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1438274852624266531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/1438274852624266531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-faces.html' title='Two faces'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-7227418822290243490</id><published>2009-10-18T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:54:19.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fj1YdcfBgaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fj1YdcfBgaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-7227418822290243490?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/7227418822290243490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=7227418822290243490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7227418822290243490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/7227418822290243490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you.html' title='i love you'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-690108008912747951</id><published>2009-10-18T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T13:39:49.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>until you disappear in the morning light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SttgcRlcUDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/40pxWSleFf8/s1600-h/billy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SttgcRlcUDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/40pxWSleFf8/s320/billy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394011017579352114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-690108008912747951?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/690108008912747951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=690108008912747951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/690108008912747951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/690108008912747951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='until you disappear in the morning light'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/SttgcRlcUDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/40pxWSleFf8/s72-c/billy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2446330956410984473</id><published>2009-10-18T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T12:33:50.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>London bridge and it made you weep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I tell you baby when you get back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;We'll catch a train and we're headin South"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Joe Purdy in Austin on Dec 20. SHOULD I GO? i don't know. unless something more important came up. ugh but whatever. :( a long december by the counting crows just came up on my shuffle. the days go by so fast. it's been so long since I've seen the ocean. i haven't written this on blog format but Augustana is coming to Houston the same night Meese is. It ruins me. Meese is my priority. I need to add up more shows. I've only been to two. Third time's a charm hah. ah i'm so cheesy. I can't wait to hug them. I'm gonna hug them. and I'm not gonna let go. and I can't wait to tell them things. The Damnwells are gonna work on a winter record. This is something I can't wrap my head around. I have things to look forward to.&lt;br /&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/6187083100222140895-2446330956410984473?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2446330956410984473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2446330956410984473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2446330956410984473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2446330956410984473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/london-bridge-and-it-made-you-weep.html' title='London bridge and it made you weep'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2039483602814811126</id><published>2009-10-16T20:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:12:23.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hold me cause i'm lonely without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;this might sound weird and funny  but the air smelled so good today. i wish you were there to smell it hah. and my hair. oh man, my hair. it smelled like grass because i laid there after watching where the wild things are and howled up to the trees with max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;just like in the movie. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i don't know if you've ever smelled grass on you. but it' a nice thing. everything felt right you know. fitting and safe. i checked the mail and Julia's letter came and my pack of polaroid film. I waitied  very long for it to come.  it made me so damn happy. 'round here' has been stuck in my head today. and other stufff. :) I guess October IS my favorite month and this year it's more than magical. it's love. and all of that for me makes the world a lot less uglier. i need a car to get away. and i want my perfect mix cd playing in the background and i want to collect all my feelings of right now and keep it tucked away for whenever i feel this way again. i love revisiting old thoughts and having new ones. it makes me love life. i sound crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/StkulNJ6ZzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/62_S1rmJqN4/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/StkulNJ6ZzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/62_S1rmJqN4/s320/Picture+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393393245474154290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a red mark on my face. max scratched me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-2039483602814811126?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2039483602814811126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2039483602814811126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2039483602814811126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2039483602814811126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-watched-where-wild-things-are-and.html' title='hold me cause i&apos;m lonely without you'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/StkulNJ6ZzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/62_S1rmJqN4/s72-c/Picture+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-2955216851682481386</id><published>2009-10-15T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:47:16.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;SO I HUGGED HER NECK&lt;br /&gt;AND SAID I'M SORRY FOR&lt;br /&gt;THE WAY I'VE BEEN, SHE SAID&lt;br /&gt;AW, THAT'S OKAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTO MY SHOULDER SHE SAID&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH OH NOW THAT I'M&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH OLDER, THE&lt;br /&gt;DISTANCES ON MAPS&lt;br /&gt;HAVE GOT SMALLER&lt;br /&gt;AND PROMISES OF&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;STALLED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN&lt;/span&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/6187083100222140895-2955216851682481386?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/2955216851682481386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=2955216851682481386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2955216851682481386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/2955216851682481386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-hugged-her-neck-and-said-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-3583348117982433500</id><published>2009-10-14T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:25:08.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like my life has owned up to just two things.&lt;br /&gt;i never really thought about owing my life away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-3583348117982433500?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/3583348117982433500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=3583348117982433500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3583348117982433500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/3583348117982433500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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0);"&gt;bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;I wish I had good reason to see you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to convince me that you were a catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I bought my ticket and so at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-5111140001690596368?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5111140001690596368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5111140001690596368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/StUfFp_BznI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zum0UCu_Rzg/s1600-h/Clipboard02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/StUfFp_BznI/AAAAAAAAAhA/zum0UCu_Rzg/s320/Clipboard02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392250310876057202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Video" title="Add Video" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addVideo();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Video" class="gl_video" border="0" /&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/6187083100222140895-5254048982142755536?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/5254048982142755536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=5254048982142755536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-8621780358214367759</id><published>2009-10-12T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:07:03.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>time heals everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"when your set out to do something you kinda weigh the risks of how much it's gonna cost and what it's gonna require of you and if that's something you can afford. you go for it. at the beginning of this band when we started out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i guessed what it was gonna be like, how hard it was gonna be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;and thought it'd be worth it and run after it you know. and it's cost a lot more than i thought it would. personally, relationally, spiritually, physically, and emotionally. it's a lot more draining than anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ever told me it would be. nobody ever told me this would be your life. everything you do. but i definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;get the sense that people in visible situations that are far more famous than us, are very alone in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;experience, that most people don't have any idea what it costs of your transparency and your vulnerability to people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;you've never met. and i make it sound kind of bleak but all that to say i think it's worth it, i'd do it again in a heartbeat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-8621780358214367759?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6187083100222140895.post-6131841343307692252</id><published>2009-10-11T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:59:18.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PS.</title><content type='html'>I spent my whole day today as a recovered alcoholic seeing my dad getting baptized. Then we played baseball with all the cool guys and it was so so much fun. Because I kept hitting all the balls and life was good. and precious because i felt alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6187083100222140895-6131841343307692252?l=yoletsee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/feeds/6131841343307692252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6187083100222140895&amp;postID=6131841343307692252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6131841343307692252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6187083100222140895/posts/default/6131841343307692252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yoletsee.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps.html' title='PS.'/><author><name>The Temptation of Saint Jeannette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09842782340667462455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B2Bz1pPXBXc/S-yQ61RaX3I/AAAAAAAAAnE/5M_6WZVoVsU/S220/4601446098_5c4cbed4e3_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
