<?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-7556725172173221964</id><updated>2011-09-16T12:01:49.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>laura's random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>anything and everything that comes to my mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-5317677603119139955</id><published>2011-05-15T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:27:30.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!!</title><content type='html'>Hey loves. I am starting a new blog:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lauramichelletwelve.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I switched to tumblr (gasp!) because it has better formatting (for me at least) as well as other fun options. Check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-5317677603119139955?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/5317677603119139955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/5317677603119139955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/5317677603119139955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-7588587036787676066</id><published>2011-05-13T18:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:04:12.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mr. darcy (sigh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a pile of movies that I call "feel-good movies". They are all types of genres, and I can always count on them to put me in a good mood. One of those is Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice. From the music (I totally bought the score on iTunes) to the beautiful landscapes, I truly adore this movie. And that scene towards the end when Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy are walking towards each other? Swoon! You know what I'm talking about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYzYluVSgxc/Tc2qrJOV3UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QBCBqpsRxOo/s1600/pride%2Band%2Bprejudice.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYzYluVSgxc/Tc2qrJOV3UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QBCBqpsRxOo/s400/pride%2Band%2Bprejudice.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606324769333304642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop this movie in, and trust me, you won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-7588587036787676066?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/7588587036787676066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-darcy-sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7588587036787676066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7588587036787676066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-darcy-sigh.html' title='mr. darcy (sigh)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QYzYluVSgxc/Tc2qrJOV3UI/AAAAAAAAAK0/QBCBqpsRxOo/s72-c/pride%2Band%2Bprejudice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1366383498834203447</id><published>2011-05-09T19:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:45:16.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy go lucky</title><content type='html'>With this amazing weather we have been having, I find myself rolling down the windows and turning up the music. It's one of my favorite past times. Here's some songs you need to add to your playlists ASAP!! They are my happy songs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Daylight" by Matt &amp;amp; Kim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"M.A.G.I.C" by The Sound of Arrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good Life" by OneRepublic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh!" by Eric Hutchinson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Times Like These" by Jack Johnson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Starring" by Freelance Whales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wake Up" by Arcade Fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"1901" by Phoenix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Roll Away Your Stone" by Mumford &amp;amp; Sons (happiness happens around the 3:00 mark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1366383498834203447?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1366383498834203447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-go-lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1366383498834203447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1366383498834203447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-go-lucky.html' title='happy go lucky'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-5577712988038620129</id><published>2011-05-01T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T12:25:00.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>month of may</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well it's the first day of May, and I must say, it's looking pretty grey. Holy cow, rhyme time galore!! I saw the opening, and I had to go for it. Rhyming is for cool kids. Here in Indiana, it's been raining for what it seems like forever. I'm about to go start building an ark. It was pretty nice yesterday, but of course it didn't last very long. I'm really starting to crave some sunlight and warmer temperatures, that is for SURE! In a perfect world, it would be 72 and sunny with a slight breeze every day. Get back to me in 2 months when I'm bitching about the humidity and 90 degree weather. I can be fickle like that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will admit that I am loving all the beautiful flowers that are spouting up everywhere. I have to post my personal favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iL9qNVx3UuM/Tb2I0-ZhXsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fdvEHAuCM38/s1600/white-hydrangeas-extraweb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iL9qNVx3UuM/Tb2I0-ZhXsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fdvEHAuCM38/s400/white-hydrangeas-extraweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601783955203382978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice and relaxing Sunday! I have a softball game, so I'm sure I'm going to be a MESS afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-5577712988038620129?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/5577712988038620129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/month-of-may.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/5577712988038620129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/5577712988038620129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/05/month-of-may.html' title='month of may'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iL9qNVx3UuM/Tb2I0-ZhXsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/fdvEHAuCM38/s72-c/white-hydrangeas-extraweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-924971328709335238</id><published>2011-04-30T10:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T11:19:09.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oompa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't even know if that is how you spell it. Anyways, I've wanted to go to Greece for a VERY long time. The views look breathtaking, there's crystal clear waters, and I'm pretty sure I'd be in heaven with all that amazing food. Santorini would be my cup of tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M-C53iE3qI/TbwoAs728vI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wq0UQ3af5Bs/s1600/greece%2Bwater.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M-C53iE3qI/TbwoAs728vI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wq0UQ3af5Bs/s400/greece%2Bwater.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601396029069390578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFuTisAgvLA/TbwoAW2bpOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3YS6bpZ-XZs/s1600/greece%2Bmountain%2Bside.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFuTisAgvLA/TbwoAW2bpOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3YS6bpZ-XZs/s400/greece%2Bmountain%2Bside.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601396023141049570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-924971328709335238?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/924971328709335238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/oompa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/924971328709335238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/924971328709335238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/oompa.html' title='oompa!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M-C53iE3qI/TbwoAs728vI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wq0UQ3af5Bs/s72-c/greece%2Bwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-6457309710482784481</id><published>2011-04-25T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T17:26:28.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh, I've missed you so. If you know anything about me, you know these bad boys are my favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxzZHKFxsQY/TbXmvX6tI4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/L5oFGkH2HeU/s1600/reese%2Bcups.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxzZHKFxsQY/TbXmvX6tI4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/L5oFGkH2HeU/s400/reese%2Bcups.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599635413253563266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-6457309710482784481?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/6457309710482784481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6457309710482784481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6457309710482784481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-lover.html' title='hello lover'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RxzZHKFxsQY/TbXmvX6tI4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/L5oFGkH2HeU/s72-c/reese%2Bcups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-610326572663092518</id><published>2011-04-24T11:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:37:59.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>happy easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter everyone! The bunny still visits me, and is tres hip. I got iTunes gift cards, and the newest Harry Potter movie (Ron sure is growing up...). And let us not forget the most important thing: chocolate. Man, I have missed you. We normally get chocolate treats from Muth's, a very old candy shop located in downtown Louisville that my mom used to go to when she was a kid. She actually orders candy from there and they ship it to us here in Indy. This year we didn't get it, but you should &lt;a href="http://www.muthscandy.com/"&gt;really check them out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRD2-xwfFqs/TbRCOe0bMVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1KWyVFvBEh0/s1600/easter%2Beggs.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRD2-xwfFqs/TbRCOe0bMVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1KWyVFvBEh0/s400/easter%2Beggs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599173053286920530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy and blessed day! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-610326572663092518?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/610326572663092518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/610326572663092518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/610326572663092518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='happy easter'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yRD2-xwfFqs/TbRCOe0bMVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1KWyVFvBEh0/s72-c/easter%2Beggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3899091204055097</id><published>2011-04-23T10:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T10:30:53.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pour yourself a cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GYyNu1ouS0/TbLiUKHRyeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1q1xlD5_F0E/s1600/coffee.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GYyNu1ouS0/TbLiUKHRyeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1q1xlD5_F0E/s400/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598786122715089378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, can someone please point me in the direction of a coffee shop that serves me something like this??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3899091204055097?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3899091204055097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/pour-yourself-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3899091204055097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3899091204055097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/pour-yourself-cup.html' title='pour yourself a cup'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5GYyNu1ouS0/TbLiUKHRyeI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1q1xlD5_F0E/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-7610898175211462309</id><published>2011-04-23T09:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:57:29.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>call me butter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cuz I'm on a roll! Three days in a row now. I think if I just make this a part of my daily routine, I will be good to go. It's like this diet app that Jeni told me to get last weekend. I've done it everyday, and it isn't a "hassle" at all! Helps you be MUCH more mindful with what you're putting in to your body, which will be a struggle tomorrow when my mother told me what she will be making for Easter Sunday dinner :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just sitting here with my morning cup of joe, watching the DIY network. I must say, I've totally crossed over from HGTV to this channel. While I LOVE decorating, I find it fascinating that people can totally transform homes structurally. I wish that I had the skills to walk in to a room, knock down all the walls, and start from scratch. I'm sure I will someday, but sitting here in my 600 square foot apartment, it's hard to imagine!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I plan on DEEP cleaning this apartment now, then hanging out with my friend Sarah this afternoon. I'll leave you with this brilliant picture I found last night that looks like my color scheme on my blog :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a splendid day bloggers, and hopefully the rain stays a bay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ud8TfMQdm7g/TbLaWUbYZII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/y21zgZ5vT-I/s1600/awesome%2Bcolor%2Bscheme.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ud8TfMQdm7g/TbLaWUbYZII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/y21zgZ5vT-I/s320/awesome%2Bcolor%2Bscheme.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598777363750478978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-7610898175211462309?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/7610898175211462309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-me-butter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7610898175211462309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7610898175211462309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-me-butter.html' title='call me butter...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ud8TfMQdm7g/TbLaWUbYZII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/y21zgZ5vT-I/s72-c/awesome%2Bcolor%2Bscheme.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-8136095199047897525</id><published>2011-04-22T17:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T17:34:14.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>south of the border</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;BOO YA! Got this in the mail today. It's like they KNOW me. Who's gonna be my date??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmhUBKVEx1A/TbHz2DGzWdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kWUbjxEhofA/s1600/IMG_1396.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmhUBKVEx1A/TbHz2DGzWdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kWUbjxEhofA/s320/IMG_1396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598523921670560210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-8136095199047897525?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/8136095199047897525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/south-of-border.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8136095199047897525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8136095199047897525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/south-of-border.html' title='south of the border'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RmhUBKVEx1A/TbHz2DGzWdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kWUbjxEhofA/s72-c/IMG_1396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1010085278635855647</id><published>2011-04-21T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T20:53:17.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet, sweet dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else find sleeping weird? I mean, it's totally necessary to function, but I guess I just find it odd that everyone HAS to do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, the name of my blog IS random thoughts. So this really isn't that far-fetched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k6uWwcGwZI8/TbDRY9nA3AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y6-hXMaKXHM/s1600/pajamas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k6uWwcGwZI8/TbDRY9nA3AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y6-hXMaKXHM/s320/pajamas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598204563606789122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1010085278635855647?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1010085278635855647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-sweet-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1010085278635855647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1010085278635855647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-sweet-dreams.html' title='sweet, sweet dreams'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k6uWwcGwZI8/TbDRY9nA3AI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y6-hXMaKXHM/s72-c/pajamas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-8423073694700278009</id><published>2011-04-21T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T19:28:41.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's like you're from another time...</title><content type='html'>I've been told MANY times that I seem like I grew up in the wrong generation. And I wholeheartedly agree. I love the beatles, marvin gaye, wilson pickett, and buddy holly. I never listen to the radio (therefore, my "hip" music is to a minimum). I say certain phrases that people my age don't get. I love retro-looking glasses, clothes, and design elements. One of my best friends, Liz, she thinks that we are friend soul mates living in the wrong era. She has a valid point.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we used to go to Harry's all the time at school (because I love dive-type bars that are dark, old, and made of wood), we always played the same 3 songs in the jukebox: Got to Give it Up by Marvin Gaye, Renegade by Styx, and the last one was either a beatles song or prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-8423073694700278009?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/8423073694700278009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-like-youre-from-another-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8423073694700278009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8423073694700278009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-like-youre-from-another-time.html' title='it&apos;s like you&apos;re from another time...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3081097343622178513</id><published>2011-03-08T17:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:29:45.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been following some amazing blogs. Some are just pictures, some are just quotes, and some are a mixture of all of that and more. I came across this one blog where the writer has what she calls an "inspiration board". It's basically a HUGE bulletin board that has pictures, magazine clippings, ribbon, and anything that inspires her. I was really diggin that idea, so I wondered around Barnes and Noble on Saturday and found this amazing journal (purple, of course). Getting journals and notebooks makes me happy for some reason. I think it's because I love (hand) writing so much (kinda ironic since I have a blog). Anyways, I have been putting quotes in it that I live by, as well as pictures from magazines I've been saving as well as postcards and post-its that I write to myself. It makes me feel good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I found these amazing pictures that I saved that I look at on a daily basis, to remind myself that there are bigger problems out there, and that I am so grateful to have such a blessed life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I'm giving up chocolate and swearing for lent, so I might be a huge bitch for 40 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pE_L9OIM7zI/TXatuGNvD1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HEftrchsaL4/s1600/lose%2Byourself%2Bin%2Bcrowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pE_L9OIM7zI/TXatuGNvD1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HEftrchsaL4/s320/lose%2Byourself%2Bin%2Bcrowd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581839795626118994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4LYV01rw1k/TXatncPTVvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LqckelEWg88/s1600/smarter%2Bstronger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4LYV01rw1k/TXatncPTVvI/AAAAAAAAAIM/LqckelEWg88/s320/smarter%2Bstronger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581839681279186674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTpnByra9m0/TXatbOvdZpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ltg9y4h1lDs/s1600/far%2Bbetter%2Bthings%2Bahead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LTpnByra9m0/TXatbOvdZpI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ltg9y4h1lDs/s320/far%2Bbetter%2Bthings%2Bahead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581839471497537170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDqjmgrrOIc/TXatNZTRByI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8goC8_IkU4U/s1600/wander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NDqjmgrrOIc/TXatNZTRByI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8goC8_IkU4U/s320/wander.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581839233813907234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97HUYOiujXs/TXatD145zjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CvorfvmEXMg/s1600/live%2Bsimply.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-97HUYOiujXs/TXatD145zjI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CvorfvmEXMg/s320/live%2Bsimply.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581839069689269810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GMVXgSNiB8/TXas_Se5DYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9MNWwwMxk7k/s1600/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GMVXgSNiB8/TXas_Se5DYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9MNWwwMxk7k/s320/reading.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581838991465450882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8cTQNcoHr8/TXas5hAFM6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5a2Bf4eUTSE/s1600/oyster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w8cTQNcoHr8/TXas5hAFM6I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5a2Bf4eUTSE/s320/oyster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581838892283540386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oII9PqkX9n8/TXasz2_9rxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PbyPUkP0CvE/s1600/amazing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oII9PqkX9n8/TXasz2_9rxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PbyPUkP0CvE/s320/amazing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581838795109412626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3081097343622178513?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3081097343622178513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/03/inspiration-journal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3081097343622178513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3081097343622178513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/03/inspiration-journal.html' title='inspiration journal'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pE_L9OIM7zI/TXatuGNvD1I/AAAAAAAAAIU/HEftrchsaL4/s72-c/lose%2Byourself%2Bin%2Bcrowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3170763157349185744</id><published>2011-02-05T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:04:58.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snowed in</title><content type='html'>Let me say this straight off the bat: I like winter. I always have, and I'm always in the minority. However, even I have my limits. Freezing temperatures don't bother me, but this snow/ice bullshit is really starting to take its toll on my mental health. Being cooped up in the apartment for two days this week was the equivalent to hell for me. Cleaned my apartment, organized my closet, and baked cookies. Then the next day came, and I really started to resent this weather, and human interaction in general. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was thrilled to actually get to GO to work on Thursday and talk to my co workers. Then today rolls around and it's snowing like a banshee outside. One of my best friends got in last night from Houston to see her sister (her water broke and she gave birth to a beautiful girl, Margo....4 weeks early!!) and I drove on 465 for 3/4 of a mile before I had to get off. IT WAS TRAUMATIZING. Not really...I tend to exaggerate, but the roads are shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could care less about the Super Bowl tomorrow, but my friend Maureen is having people over so I'll be there for the game. I'm pumped for commercials and Glee...I also took Monday off. It will be nice to enjoy the day for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I am in a bad mood, I listen to some of my feel good songs: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4C8e7nNLZNs"&gt;such as this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay warm and more importantly, stay safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3170763157349185744?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3170763157349185744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowed-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3170763157349185744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3170763157349185744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/02/snowed-in.html' title='snowed in'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-7052303401733294520</id><published>2011-01-26T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:56:44.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions</title><content type='html'>Read a pretty moving article today: &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2011/LIVING/01/26/o.questions.change.your.life/index.html?npt=NP1"&gt;20 Questions that could change your life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice knowing that everyone has these questions at one point in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why worry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night, moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-7052303401733294520?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/7052303401733294520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/01/20-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7052303401733294520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7052303401733294520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/01/20-questions.html' title='20 Questions'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-6834322905909242452</id><published>2011-01-25T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:24:50.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>I got home about 2 hours ago from my friend's apartment. She made spaghetti and meatballs from scratch (I boiled the water). Needless to say, I'm full. So tonight I am grateful for amazing friends that a. feed me, and b. listen to what I have to say and have thoughtful answers.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, Mo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-6834322905909242452?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/6834322905909242452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/01/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6834322905909242452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6834322905909242452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/01/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1757929249613173126</id><published>2011-01-17T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:49:34.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>at the movies</title><content type='html'>I've always been a movie freak. I love watching movies, going to the movies, and talking about movies. My freakishly good memory always helps in these situations (I can't tell you how many texts I've received over the years from friends asking, "What's the name of the guy..." or "What movie was so-and-so in?")&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got done watching The Social Network. I remember seeing a trailer for this last year (I love me some trailers) and it surprisingly looked good. A movie about facebook? It was brilliantly directed (David Fincher...Se7en, Zodiac, Fight Club to name a few of his films) and the guy that has just been cast as the new Spiderman (Andrew Garfield) totally STOLE the movie. I loved him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be in Chicago from Thursday til Sunday, and to kill some time Friday I plan on going to the movies. Gonna be a last minute decision for sure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1757929249613173126?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1757929249613173126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1757929249613173126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1757929249613173126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-movies.html' title='at the movies'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-8998764135045997710</id><published>2010-12-19T19:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:27:59.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>Wow. Three months and no new blog? I need to up my game in 2011.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First things first, I have officially moved in to a new apartment! I've been here a week now, and I absolutely love it. I am still getting all settled in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very excited for Christmas. Mainly having a week and a half off! I love that my job allows us to take off for the extended holiday season (makes up for not having as many holidays off...I'd take that over getting President's Day off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would write more, but I'm pooped, and unlike my teacher friends, I have work in the morning :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas my beautiful friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-8998764135045997710?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/8998764135045997710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/12/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8998764135045997710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8998764135045997710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/12/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4587777668858866324</id><published>2010-09-06T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:56:03.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>music that moves you</title><content type='html'>Music is an amazing thing. I personally am listening to music probably 60% of my day....either driving, showering, working, or falling asleep. Nothing is better than finding a new band or artist and sharing it with your loved ones. My wonderful friend Liz just happened to introduce me to a band a few weeks ago when I was up in Chicago called The Black Keys. And to my surprise, I find out they are the opening act for Kings of Leon next Monday! For those who don't know, I'll be heading out to Raleigh, NC on Friday to visit some old college friends for a long weekend, and will get back Tuesday night. I am beyond excited, because I find their music upbeat and unique.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I name the post "music that moves you" and the one band I come back to time and time again is Explosions in the Sky. I can't sing their praises (pun intended) any more than I already have. They are extremely different in the sense that they don't sing a single lyric. Now, for a band to create music that moves me so much with just a couple of guitars and drums is extremely impressive in my book. I own all of their albums and listen to them daily. They are relaxing, and more importantly, they make you just sit and think. It's hard to put in to words...listening to them just makes you question just about everything. Very emotional. If you do want to check out their music, I highly suggest the album "How Strange, Innocence". I want to see this band perform live more than anything, and I without a doubt will see them one day. I know that they did the score for the movie "Friday Night Lights" (not the TV show), so if they sound familiar then that's probably where you've heard them before! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a complete side-note, painting bathrooms sucks. It's so small, and I found myself constantly bumping in to WET walls, got oil-based paint in my hair, and dropped paint rollers on the carpet (twice) but it was well worth it...I think??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a fantastic (short) week my friends...mine's even shorter :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-LV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4587777668858866324?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4587777668858866324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-that-moves-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4587777668858866324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4587777668858866324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-that-moves-you.html' title='music that moves you'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4701508478252174147</id><published>2010-08-13T21:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:56:49.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Conditioning</title><content type='html'>Don't. Ever. Take. It. For. Granted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lesson learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4701508478252174147?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4701508478252174147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/08/air-conditioning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4701508478252174147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4701508478252174147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/08/air-conditioning.html' title='Air Conditioning'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-6297178011049692590</id><published>2010-07-31T20:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:54:50.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saugatuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weekends ago I went to Saugatuk, MI with a group of girls, and it was glorious. I had never been there, and we stayed at a cute little bed and breakfast on the water. The weekend consisted of AMAZING weather, delicious food, drinking, and friends. I think it would be amazing to go there in the fall. There were so many cute shops and restaurants. We went on a ferry ride out to Lake Michigan. I was really grateful to have been part of the group! Of course, here are some of my favorite pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTFuI4yX0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/d2-Sq7nWxjI/s1600/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTFuI4yX0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/d2-Sq7nWxjI/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500238441376538434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTFSQxN5YI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vvfSD-XAz_8/s1600/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTFSQxN5YI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vvfSD-XAz_8/s320/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500237962455934338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTE_5QnXPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z1Bil3mXKfU/s1600/DSC00193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTE_5QnXPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z1Bil3mXKfU/s320/DSC00193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500237646907530482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTEjeUReuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cvtRI0BIWnk/s1600/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTEjeUReuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cvtRI0BIWnk/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500237158638779106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTEMjw4yxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BoGbuPipmZE/s1600/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTEMjw4yxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BoGbuPipmZE/s1600/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTEMjw4yxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/BoGbuPipmZE/s320/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500236764963982098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-6297178011049692590?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/6297178011049692590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/saugatuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6297178011049692590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6297178011049692590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/saugatuk.html' title='Saugatuk'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/TFTFuI4yX0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/d2-Sq7nWxjI/s72-c/DSC00227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-2041389289748279763</id><published>2010-07-30T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:24:41.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>There's a reason my blog is called "random thoughts". Sometimes I think people would think I'm crazy because of how much day dreaming I do on a daily basis. For instance, whenever I drive by a pool and see the lifeguards, I remember of what a good life I had as a teenager. Lifeguarding was the best job EVER. Killer tan, minimal effort (don't worry, I was paying attention to your dumbass kid who kept dunking people), and my favorite, A LOT of thinking time. What else was there to do up in that chair but do some major thinking?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had worn more SPF instead of tanning oil (idiot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-2041389289748279763?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/2041389289748279763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/2041389289748279763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/2041389289748279763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4843223718030634215</id><published>2010-07-30T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:22:05.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>You like? I found these jelly beans as a background and thought it was adorable (yuck to butter popcorn flavor).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4843223718030634215?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4843223718030634215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4843223718030634215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4843223718030634215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-410245383593350376</id><published>2010-07-11T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:16:39.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Damn Hot</title><content type='html'>Okay, summer is my least favorite season. I'm putting that out there. Soak it up. Most people think I'm crazy for not liking summer, but after lifeguarding for 5 summers growing up, it's ruined it for me. It's humid, muggy, and just overwhelming. Summers were fun when I was a kid, with ZERO responsibilities and playing all day. Now, I'm just waiting for it to be fall (coincidentally my FAVORITE season).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I get on here, I apologize for not keeping up with the blog. But cut me some freaking slack. Weekends yield my only down time, and I find Saturdays to be a blur and Sundays filled with cleaning and preparing for the week ahead. Right now I'm blogging in between cleaning rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had a pretty uneventful summer. I haven't done much traveling, but the next 2 months I'll be going to quite a few places. I haven't seen my friend Liz since my birthday!! We are both super busy with work, and she works for Chase so she works on Saturdays half the time. I'm hoping to get up there in August when it calms down a bit. Next weekend I'll be going to Saugatuk, MI with a group of girls for some much needed R &amp;amp; R. I've never been, and I'm really excited. I took off Friday and we're leaving in the morning. Then the weekend after that I'll be heading to Milwaukee with my friend Kris to see our friend Gavin. I've also never been to Milwaukee, but Gavin tells me it's awesome in the summer. I'm REALLY hoping to go to Leinenkugel Brewery...we'll see about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August looks to be a relatively calm month (personally). Work couldn't be any more crazy. The next couple of weeks will be extremely hectic. One of my bosses is in Buenos Aires this week and the week after that my other boss will be in Paris for the week. We also have some of our consultants traveling to Warsaw and Moscow (those are firsts for us). In September I'll be heading to Raleigh, NC to see my friend Jess, as well as go to a Kings of Leon concert out there! Never seen them in concert, so that will be exciting! A lot of firsts for me in the coming weeks and months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-410245383593350376?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/410245383593350376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-damn-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/410245383593350376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/410245383593350376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-so-damn-hot.html' title='It&apos;s So Damn Hot'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-8603259447525939663</id><published>2010-04-18T13:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T13:39:51.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Weekends...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't weekends supposed to be relaxing? Lazy? Sit-around-in-your-pajamas-watching-hulu-type-weekends? That sure doesn't feel like it anymore. Sleeping in? Negative. But on Sunny Sundays like these, I find myself sitting back, breathing in that Spring air, and enjoying what little time I have until 8 am tomorrow morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and playing softball with my neighbors is a nice, new Sunday tradition that I've come to enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8tDa4jGXQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gftocvyx4_8/s1600/IMG_3196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8tDa4jGXQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gftocvyx4_8/s320/IMG_3196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461533102252121346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I put up this picture of my friend Sarah and I  at a Red Sox/Reds game two summers ago. This weather makes me nostalgic for baseball, and that game was a BLAST. The Reds stadium is pretty fabulous, and I can't wait to go there again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the blond hair from time to time....RIP (for now)&lt;br /&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/7556725172173221964-8603259447525939663?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/8603259447525939663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/04/relaxing-weekends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8603259447525939663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8603259447525939663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/04/relaxing-weekends.html' title='Relaxing Weekends...?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8tDa4jGXQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gftocvyx4_8/s72-c/IMG_3196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-2704505045415868280</id><published>2010-04-11T14:04:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:24:44.737-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we're gonna have a good time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my birthday came and went, and it was truly amazing. I'm so blessed and lucky to have such great friends and family in my life. One of my best friends came in from Chicago for my birthday weekend (Liz), as well as my friends Sarah and Lindsey. We went to Scotty's downtown Friday night to watch the Purdue game (don't want to talk about it). We were going to "take it easy" that night, since we were going to go to Broad Ripple Saturday night. Funny how things never turn out that way...we ended up going to a place called Ike and Jonsey's and actually had a great time. We stayed until the bars closed, which I haven't done in a very very long time. Saturday was a day of recovering, shopping, and just relaxing. Saturday night we went to dinner at a new favorite restaurant of mine called The Corner Wine Bar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;' in Broad Ripple, so we had a late dinner then went out after. Butler had just won, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;needless&lt;/span&gt; to say the bars were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt; and packed with Butler fans. I actually go to see some old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; from High School, which is always fun. All in all, it was a fabulous weekend, and definitely took some time to recover!! Here are some pictures from the weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8ITA-t_AGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OZ-bqmudrP0/s1600/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8ITA-t_AGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OZ-bqmudrP0/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458946605883261026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8ISu76KTSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/V88fquX60UE/s1600/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8ISu76KTSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/V88fquX60UE/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458946295891381538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8ISXFw9tkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/O9yCxXHATeo/s1600/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8ISXFw9tkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/O9yCxXHATeo/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458945886220301890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8IRzCWmJgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTkuHjteRy8/s1600/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8IRzCWmJgI/AAAAAAAAAEw/sTkuHjteRy8/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458945266829108738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8IRZSQxnoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lgVHAoNoPX8/s1600/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8IRZSQxnoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/lgVHAoNoPX8/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458944824423063170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8IRHPAME9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/byhM6QDvPSk/s1600/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8IRHPAME9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/byhM6QDvPSk/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458944514310542290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes!!! And, NO, my birthday IS NOT CURSED FOR PURDUE BASKETBALL (coincidence that they played on my birthday the past 2 years in the Sweet Sixteen and lost....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-2704505045415868280?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/2704505045415868280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-gonna-have-good-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/2704505045415868280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/2704505045415868280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/04/were-gonna-have-good-time.html' title='we&apos;re gonna have a good time'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/S8ITA-t_AGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OZ-bqmudrP0/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1091276060365424664</id><published>2010-03-22T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:33:40.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>they say it's your birthday</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite Beatles songs is "Birthday". What other band would make a birthday song? A total badass band, that's who.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week will HOPEFULLY fly by, because Friday is my 23rd birthday. My friend Liz from Chicago is coming in to town, and a few of my friends here in Indy are going to celebrate this monumentous occasion with me downtown all weekend. We got a room at the Hilton, and plan on having some good, clean fun. The best kind of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the last entry was about goals, and working out more, and blah blah blah. Last week we did pretty good (Jeni worked out more than I did...over achiever). But since her basement flooded this weekend, and we moved/cleaned/walked up stairs 50 times, I am going to count that as a work out. And I can't move my arms, just a side note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday my mother is taking me out for my birthday dinner, since I won't be home all weekend, and Thursday night I'm getting my hair did. It's been like 3 months, and I need some color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it...I'm sure I will blog more post-birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. BOILER UP! I realized that last year Purdue made it to the Sweet 16, and they played on my birthday. We all went to Harry's to watch the game and it was amazing. And what do you know? They made it to the Sweet Sixteen again this year and play...on my birthday. Can you say fate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1091276060365424664?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1091276060365424664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-say-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1091276060365424664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1091276060365424664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='they say it&apos;s your birthday'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3024176443487539850</id><published>2010-03-07T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:54:09.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals Goals Goals</title><content type='html'>Sooooo...it's been over a month since I blogged. Maybe it's because it took me that long to get over the Colts Super Bowl (which so happened to be my last blog entry). A lot has happened since then...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Let's start with the Super Bowl, shall we? I babysat that Thursday til the Monday after the Super Bowl for my boss' kids (is that right? boss'? I hate confusing plurals and since (multiple) teachers follow my blog, I get nervous). If you remember, that was the weekend we got 10 inches of snow dumped on us. So there was a little cabin fever, but besides that it was pretty awesome. I did watch the game, by myself. There was a lot of swearing, pacing, and anger on my end. I went down to bed, only to get sucked in to watching Titanic on TBS. So here I am, in a huge house alone with two kids and I'm crying watching a disaster epic. Can we all just point out how pathetic that is? Because I sure as hell thought it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We had a HUGE report due mid-February at work, which I helped a lot with. I was nice because of the snow I got to work from home a couple days. But it's kind of a double edged sword, because it's great working from home (hello, pajamas and not showering!!) but at the same time, I worked 12 hours both days. There's no "time to go home/leave the office" when you are at home. Anyways, the report went down to the WIRE on a Friday, and I was living off of caffeine. That night I went to a jewelry party with a dear friend, where we had margaritas and basically were assholes while a poor jewelry rep had to present. It was fun I will admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My best friend Abby and her husband Brandon came home a couple weekends ago from Austin. Her sister, Katie, had a beautiful baby girl, Hallie. She made her entrance in the world a little early, but she is happy and healthy. She's like a little peanut! Abby was pretty tired (so was I!) so we ended up having pizza at Katie's house and watched TV. It's nice having low-mantiencace friends!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've been going to Maggie and Mairin's basketball games on Saturday mornings lately. It's been awesome. Since I can't sleep in anymore (I miss it!), I might as well be cheering for those doodlebugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I went to Chicago last weekend to visit Liz. We hadn't seen each other since November!! We had a BLAST. We went to a Blues/Jazz Club on Friday, went shopping/ate ourselves in to a coma on Saturday, then did some more shopping Sunday. I will note that my back was tweaked or something, and I was in excurciating pain. I'm not one to complain, but it was pretty awful. But my love for Chicago trumped any pain, so it's all good. Back to normal now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I joined a gym today, the Monon Center. It is pretty amazing. On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm a solid 7 on being out of shape. My legs were SHAKING walking down the stairs as I was leaving. I really thought I was going to tumble down them. And we will see if I can lift my arms in the morning. Jeni and I are going to push each other (Bring it!), as working out with a buddy is much more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's everything that's happened up until now. My birthday is in a few weeks, and some friends are coming in town to spend it with me. We got a hotel downtown for the weekend, so I need to get on planning fun things to do! AND I booked a ticket to Austin to see Abs and Brandon one more time before they move back. CANNOT WAIT for them to be home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for some goals (name of the post), I want to just get in shape! I've been making a point to eat better the past month (apps for the iphone are amazing for that), so now it's just working out! I'm also wanting to get closer to finding a place to live. We'll get to that later :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3024176443487539850?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3024176443487539850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/03/goals-goals-goals.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3024176443487539850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3024176443487539850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/03/goals-goals-goals.html' title='Goals Goals Goals'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3908682602848452811</id><published>2010-01-24T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:19:23.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Goin to the Ship</title><content type='html'>Let's point out the obvious...I blow at blogging lately. It seems like that is always my first sentence in the last couple blogs I've done. Anyways, just got done watching the Colts/Jets game. I have to admit I did my fair share of yelling. I've tried to not go back to my screaming ways, but I am so sick of announcers and ESPN saying every week that the Colts are going to lose. It was literally driving me insane. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In non-sports related news, work has been great. I've been given more responsibilities which I love, and the days seem to fly by. I've started to pay off my loans (ugh) but it's nice to get going on that. I also get my benefits in a week!!! AHHH CANNOT WAIT TO GET MY TEETH CLEANED. I have said it before, people don't realize how much the little things help when you aren't insured anymore. I need new contacts, too. See you in a week, Dr. Meyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start planning some trips here soon. I want to travel more this year, and I'm planning on going down to Texas again to see Abby and Brandon before they move back to Indy this summer (can't wait). I also want to visit my friend Katelyn in D.C. I haven't been there since I was 13. Of course I'm going up to Chicago in February to see my friend Liz, and we are planning on a birthday celebration weekend for my birthday in March. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe in Blue!! Who do you want us to play? I am leaning towards the Saints (gotta rep Purdue alum Brees) but Jan is wanting the Vikings (shocking). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3908682602848452811?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3908682602848452811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-goin-to-ship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3908682602848452811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3908682602848452811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-goin-to-ship.html' title='We Goin to the Ship'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1150717434895184263</id><published>2010-01-09T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:33:09.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! Just wanted to say that. Nothing really new to report. Exciting life I live, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1150717434895184263?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1150717434895184263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1150717434895184263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1150717434895184263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4036479280182268067</id><published>2009-12-30T22:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T22:12:06.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Blog of the Decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So quite a lot has happened since I last blogged....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, my best friend got married. Abby and Brandon tied the knot on December 19th, and it was beautiful. It was snowing out which made it seem even more magical (don't hate on the winter weather). I had an amazing time, Abby looked beautiful, Brandon looked sharp and we all danced the night away. I was honored to be a part of their special day. For my first time on the bridesmaid circuit, Abby made it so laid-back and fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SzwVI453-cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ILM9PegiM8Q/s1600-h/IMG_4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SzwVI453-cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ILM9PegiM8Q/s320/IMG_4097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421231293905500610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SzwVkp4jqHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YNGaBGHyyd0/s1600-h/IMG_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SzwVkp4jqHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YNGaBGHyyd0/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421231770909780082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas was great as always. My sister came in from Michigan for a few days, and we went to the Transiberian Orchestra with our mom. It was insane. The light show was wild, and there were some times where I couldn't stop laughing (call it sleep deprivation). We opened Christmas presents on Christmas Eve this year, and afterwards we went to our friends the Riecks for a little get-together. I had a great time catching up with everyone. Christmas morning we went down to Louisville to visit my mom's brother and family. It was great seeing my cousins. We watched about 8 episodes of The Office as well as parts of A Christmas Story and Christmas Vacation. We came home later that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been off from work since Christmas Eve up until after the New Year. That has been great. I've been TRYING to catch up on sleep, but Baxter is proving to be as annoying as ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ready for a new year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4036479280182268067?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4036479280182268067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-blog-of-decade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4036479280182268067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4036479280182268067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-blog-of-decade.html' title='Last Blog of the Decade'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SzwVI453-cI/AAAAAAAAADI/ILM9PegiM8Q/s72-c/IMG_4097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-5051291278280703138</id><published>2009-12-06T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:10:33.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...</title><content type='html'>Wow. Only one post for November? I'm really slacking in my blog skills...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing really exciting has been going down lately. Thanksgiving was great. My sister got to come home for Thanksgiving for the first time since she was in high school (which some people think she still is...cherish that young face of yours, Sarah). I made the mashed potatoes, and somehow managed to screw them up. If you ask me how I did it, I will slap you in the mouth. Some people are chefs and some are bakers. I fall in the latter category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see some friends over Thanksgiving that I hadn't seen in a while, which was fabulous. Work has been busy, and it will be nice to get a little break here in a couple weeks (we get off christmas eve until new years).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this time of the year. Halloween to New Years, I'm in The Zone. I truly believe that it is better to give than to receive. Giving presents is extremely exciting to me, especially when you find a present that you KNOW they will like. Needless to say I'm pumped for Christmas. I got all my shopping done already (never happens). This year we are going down to Louisville Christmas morning to see my family. They have come up the past couple Christmases, so this year we are returning the favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it for right now. I'm diggin some xmas tunes. I'm an old-school girl. Give me Nat King Cole and Frank Sinatra, and I'm sitting pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-5051291278280703138?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/5051291278280703138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/12/chestnuts-roasting-on-open-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/5051291278280703138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/5051291278280703138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/12/chestnuts-roasting-on-open-fire.html' title='Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3161057955878247844</id><published>2009-11-11T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:34:16.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STRIKE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SvstyGyIcrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RSw61H4mZfI/s1600-h/IMG_4009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SvstyGyIcrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RSw61H4mZfI/s320/IMG_4009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402962516798632626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey friends. I'm loving that we got an extra hour of sleep last weekend, but the sun setting as I type this kinda blows. But I do love driving to work with the sun out. Gotta take the good with the bad...such is life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Hump Day! I had a pretty great day...got off work early. I had to work, unlike SOME people I live with. Working for the government has its perks (getting off every possible holiday).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I went up to my favorite city, Chicago. My friend Liz turned 23 on Friday, and her boyfriend R.G. planned a great shindig downtown. Traffic for the first time was non-existent on 65. I made it there in exactly 3 hours (and gaining an hour was awesome). Liz, R.G., his friend Jordan and I headed down to Chicago to meet Bonnie for dinner.  We went to a great mexican restaurant that was underground called Twisted Lizard (I think that's what it was called...we had 2 pitchers of margaritas). R.G. had reserved a couple of bowling lanes at this amazing bar called Southport Lanes. It was the kind of bar I like: super old. I saw a Jim Gaffigan  doppleganger, and I almost went up to him. I didn't obviously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other friends met us at the bar and we bowled like champs.  It was very old, and they actually had people behind the pins in charge of setting them up.  And we had to keep score ourselves.  I will say right now that I for sure won. No big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to another bar called Deliliah's.  It was....interesting.  It was a whiskey bar. I think that's a good enough explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to come home Saturday (sadly) but I hauled ass on the interstate and made it home in 2 and a half hours.  It was amazing.  Driving clears my head.  I gave Jeni a Mac Tutorial on Saturday night, and we had some amazing sushi (it had been too long since I had any).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday was Colts football, and raking leaves (gross). Since someone has no upper-body strength, I had to drag the leaves out to the cornfield.  I wasn't bitter, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3161057955878247844?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3161057955878247844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/11/strike.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3161057955878247844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3161057955878247844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/11/strike.html' title='STRIKE!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/SvstyGyIcrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RSw61H4mZfI/s72-c/IMG_4009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1392164807834092750</id><published>2009-10-31T15:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:40:08.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Svs9OkSrgOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y4AnhmWCRKE/s1600-h/IMG_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Svs9OkSrgOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y4AnhmWCRKE/s320/IMG_3924.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402979498430529762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe October is over? This month FLEWWW by!! I haven't blogged in a couple weeks, so here are some updates:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Last weekend was my best friend Abby's Bachelorette party! I had such a great time! Her sisters Katie (she will always be Katie to me) and Jen did a fabulous job planning everything! I picked up Abby at her mom's house then we headed to Indy to pick up Taylor, her friend from Butler and fellow bridesmaid, as well as her cousin Kerry (also a bridesmaid). We then headed to the Embassy Suites Hotel, where Katie and Jen had set up the suite for a Lingerie Party! After some margaritas and presents, we headed out to the Spaghetti Factory for dinner. I hadn't been there since Middle School! It was only a 5 minute walk from the Hotel, and luckily it was beautiful weather! We didn't realize how close Howl at the Moon was to the Spaghetti Factory, and we had some time to kill before we had to be there by 9 so we stopped in at a bar next door for a quick drink. We then went to Howl at the Moon, which I had never been to. Katie and Jen got Abby a special package for Bachelorettes (the last hurrah I think it was called), so we were front at center with 2 tables in front of the stage, where they had 2 dueling pianos. It was so loud in there, we had to scream to talk to each other! Katie was such a trooper since she couldn't drink (If you read this Katie, I wanna know if it's a boy or a girl!!!), so she took plenty of pictures. You will be surprised that I didn't talk Abby in to dancing on stage (that would be Taylor), but that didn't mean I didn't enjoy it none the less! We went to Steak and Shake for some late night food then crashed at the hotel. In the morning, most of us had sore throats from screaming at the bar, but overall it was a successful night! I got plenty of pictures and us girls behaved (for the most part...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Work has been pretty crazy lately. People are always traveling and out of the office, so it is really quiet right now. I think we just want to make it to the end of the year and start over fresh in 2010! I am learning more everyday about the pharmaceutical biz, and there's even more to learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love Halloween!!! We always went all-out in my house growing up with decorations and costumes! This year will be my first year since high school where I'm home for Halloween! I have been designated to hand out the candy (I hope we don't have TOO many Reese cups...I can't help myself sometimes). Since my mother procrastinated, I had to go out and find a Pumpkin today so she could carve it (I found a rather sad looking one finally since they were gone at EVERY grocery store it seemed). The chili is in the crock-pot and making the house smell amazing!! Last night I babysat 5 kids with the help of my lovely friend Sarah and threw an impromptu party for them. They bobbed for apples, wrapped themselves like mummies, and played a pumpkin bozo game. It was fun, but I was exhausted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Next weekend I'm going up to Chicago to see my friend Liz! We have tried to visit each other every month, but we have gone almost 2 months this time! It's her birthday next weekend, and we may go to a KISS concert with a group of people. I hope it happens, because that make for a great blog entry, don't ya think??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Abby and Brandon's wedding is about a month and a half away!! Our bridesmaid dresses should be here any day, and I can't wait to get mine! It's going to be such an amazing wedding, and I can't be more excited for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Finally, how about those Colts? I find myself more excited each week watching them! I can't remember the last time we played San Fransico, though. I'm STILL waiting to get my Addai jersey sewn up (AHEM, AHEM) so I can look like a legit fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm SOOOO ready for college basketball!! BOILER UP!! (and GO CARDS!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1392164807834092750?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1392164807834092750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1392164807834092750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1392164807834092750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Svs9OkSrgOI/AAAAAAAAADA/Y4AnhmWCRKE/s72-c/IMG_3924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-464173841806088660</id><published>2009-10-18T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:47:03.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding circuit round 6</title><content type='html'>So last night, one of the court kids got married. Leslie and Matt were too adorable, and they look so in love! It was a fun time, especially getting to see people who I haven't seen in months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My (former) neighbor Ryan and I got in to a discussion on what number court wedding this was. I thought it was 5, but after a careful (and somewhat tipsy) recount, we settled on 6. That's right, about half of the court kids are married now. These include (in chronological order): David, Matt, Amy, Ali, Ryan, and Leslie. That's some wicked good memory on my part, and I was lucky enough to have attended all of these lovely weddings. However, David and Matt's were somewhat different for me since I was in high school at the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really is crazy to think about how much all of us have grown up. We got a picture of all of us last night, with a few people missing (I'm still mad at Brian, who was up at Purdue for the major OSU upset game...I'm over it...kind of). I of course chimed in after the picture as the proclaimed youngest of the group (Brian normally takes this honor, but by just a couple weeks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people find it weird that we are so close with our neighbors. I remember going to college, and when speaking about people from home, many of my stories involved my neighbors. Many people were baffled that we did so much with the people that lived 50 feet from us, and I quickly found out that many people just aren't friends with their neighbors anymore. I practically LIVED in the Rieck household growing up, and as an adult (until they sadly moved to a smaller home a few years back). In fact, we had an open door policy (as well as an open fridge policy, since ours was always stacked with the good stuff) with everyone. So I found it disappointing that people didn't have the same experience growing up that I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on about The Court, but there are too many memories to type. 16 year's worth to be exact. I'm just happy that we are all still close, even as adults with busy lives. And it's pretty awesome to see the group expand, with the addition of wives, husbands, and children over the past few years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Editor's note: This pertains to Jeni, one of my main readers. Speaking of open door/no knocking policy, a couple weeks ago when I came to your house, I just walked in and sat down with Pat and Mags. Maggie goes, "How come Laura doesn't knock?", and without missing a beat Pat said, "Because she's family." It was a major, major loving moment (in horrible British accent).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-464173841806088660?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/464173841806088660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-circuit-round-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/464173841806088660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/464173841806088660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/10/wedding-circuit-round-6.html' title='wedding circuit round 6'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3603534043589860130</id><published>2009-10-13T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:39:24.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoops! Update!</title><content type='html'>So I said I would blog more, and here I am not doing it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I started my new job last Monday. It's with a company called Harper Global, and they are a market research company mainly dealing with medical and pharmaceutical fields. It's a great company with a lot of growth potential, so I'm really excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall is kicking in to full gear, and I am loving EVERY second of it. You all know that it's my favorite season, and with Halloween fast approaching, I'm even more excited! (I wish it was still socially acceptable for grown- ups to trick or treat!) I love lazy Sundays watching football, and the smell of the heater when it kicks on (it's a weird thing of mine...I can smell the heat. Even typing that, I know it's weird). How about those Colts?? I wish my Addai jersey didn't have a massive hole in it still from, ahem, 2 years ago that still hasn't been fixed. It looks like I was the Hulk or something and busted outta it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it at the moment! I have a wedding this weekend to go to, then it's about 2 months til my best friend's wedding!!! I'm so excited, and next weekend is her bachelorette party, so it is going to be a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3603534043589860130?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3603534043589860130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoops-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3603534043589860130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3603534043589860130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoops-update.html' title='Whoops! Update!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-8330851530402701062</id><published>2009-09-28T11:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T11:42:02.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh what a blustery day</title><content type='html'>I lived for Winnie the Pooh as a kid. We owned a bunch of VHS tapes of the different cartoon episodes. HANDS DOWN the best was Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day. You know what I'm talking about. The one with the windy fall day a.k.a my favorite weather in the world. Coudln't use a better word to describe today's weather. Our poor tree in our backyard is taking a beating with these high winds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to run some errands, and here's hoping that I don't blow away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. How about those Colts? I'm lovin me some Reggie Wayne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-8330851530402701062?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/8330851530402701062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-blustery-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8330851530402701062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8330851530402701062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-what-blustery-day.html' title='oh what a blustery day'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-6834383209205869843</id><published>2009-09-26T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:50:28.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hook em horns</title><content type='html'>So last weekend I went to Austin to surprise one of my best friends, Abby, for her 23rd birthday! I had an amazing time in the Lonestar state.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last Tuesday (the 15th) I really started thinking about going to visit Abby and Brandon (her fiance). They have been down there for about 2 months, with Brandon going to grad school at UT and Abby teaching kindergarten at a nearby school. After talking to Abby on the phone, I decided that it would be great if I came down for her birthday weekend! That's when Brandon and I got really sneaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically I found a ticket Tuesday night, and called my lovely sister to tell her about it. Then I found out that she had won 2 free airplane tickets for anywhere in the country that expire at the end of the year. Damnit. Literally it had been like an hour since I booked my flight when I found this information out. Oh well, can't spend it when you're dead I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, Brandon was able to pick me up at the airport Friday afternoon, so it was just a waiting game for Abby to get home from school. I hid in the back room, and when she came in the house I came out and surprised her. It was great! I wish I had recorded it because it was priceless, and executing a surprise like that can be tricky but it turned out great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday night we went to an awesome Mexican restaurant called Maudie's Milagro that my friend Kyle suggested. He goes to Purdue and is from Austin and always tells me how amazing the city is (you were right!). We sat out on the balcony and had huuuuge margaritas (well Abby and I did...). Then we went to Brandon's friend's apartment and hung out there for a while. Side note, Brandon has made some awesome friends, and they were funny and just great guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to go out to the bars on 6th street, which I guess is pretty well-known in the Austin area. After unsuccessfully waiting for the bus to take us (it was literally packed with people) we started walking. Now, unlike in Indiana where it gets cooler at night, Austin pretty much stays the same temperature, which sucks for girls like me who sweat after being outside for 2 minutes of exposure. We ended up walking over 20 blocks to the bars, and I will admit that I complained. I wore gladiator flats which was a poor choice on my part, and my dogs were barking as Jeni would say. We actually were only at the bar for about an hour since it took a while to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday proved to be a somewhat of a lazy day. We woke up and watched football all morning. My Cards lost to the Kats which made Brandon happy (he's a UK alum....disgusting). Then we went to campus to tailgate for a bit for the big UT/Texas Tech game. It was a night game and College Game Day from ESPN was there. Unfortunately, Abby and I didn't run in to Kirk from College Game Day. I wanted to get his digits! Sooo hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandon scalped his 2 tickets and we went home to watch the game on TV. My flight was a 7am Sunday morning, so we thought it would be wise just to stay in. Texas ended up winning (which I found out in the morning since I had gone to bed already).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, I had a fantastic time. It was lovely seeing Abby and Brandon as well as meeting new people and experiencing a new environment. Best money I've spent in a long time to make my best friend happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I will never wear that hideous burnt orange color, which my friend Joe corrected me: "It's called Texas Orange." Whatever. I will always be a Black and Gold girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-6834383209205869843?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/6834383209205869843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/hook-em-horns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6834383209205869843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6834383209205869843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/hook-em-horns.html' title='hook em horns'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1250207683074025345</id><published>2009-09-21T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T20:39:07.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>top 25</title><content type='html'>We all know music is awesome. It makes everything better, from driving to cleaning your toilet. This we can all agree on. However, when it comes to taste in music, everyone has a different opinion. Opinions are like assholes, everyone's got one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's really interesting to look at the songs you play the most. Everyone has their own comfort music, a go-to list of songs that they never get sick of. This is when I look at my Top 25 Most Played playlist on my iTunes. It is a very diverse group of artists, and coming in at #1 is Robin Thicke (not a competition...the next song came in 27 plays less).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Shooter by Robin Thicke feat. Lil Wayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Bodysnatchers by Radiohead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Got to Give It Up by Marvin Gaye (shout to to Liz on that one!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. FutureSex/LoveSounds by Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Paper Planes by M.I.A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Look Into The Air by Explosions in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Shake It by Metro Station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Magic Hours by Explosions in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf feat Lil Wayne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Whatever You Like by T.I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I Feel Fine by The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. A Song For Our Fathers by Explosions in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Notion by Kings of Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Glittering Blackness by Explosions in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Freeze by T-Pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Remember Me As a Time Of Day by Explosions in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Paperback Writer by The Beatles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Snow and Lights by Explosions in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Fans by Kings of Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Time Stops by Explosions in the Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Single Ladies by Beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Champagne by 311&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Womanizer by Britney Spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Time to Pretend by MGMT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I saw this list, I was genuinely surprised. Everyone knows my devoted love for the Beatles, and yet they were only on here a few times. Explosions in the Sky is one of my favorite bands. They don't sing, just make beautiful music. I always listen to them when I study and before bed, so that explains why they are on here so much. When I listen to the Beatles, I always listen to the full album instead of songs on repeat. But if I had to pick my favs, they would be: Paperback Writer, Day Tripper, Helter Skelter, Back in the USSR, I Feel Fine, Get Back, Don't Let Me Down, and Come Together. That was hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I consider myself to be open to all sorts of music. Just don't make me listen to country music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1250207683074025345?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1250207683074025345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1250207683074025345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1250207683074025345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-25.html' title='top 25'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1511854780158648458</id><published>2009-09-04T23:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:31:44.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So sorry...</title><content type='html'>Sooo apparently I haven't blogged in over a month. My bad. I guess I just didn't have anything fun or exciting to say. Well, the same can still be said. I can always think of something, though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weather lately has gotten me really excited. Why, you say? Because fall is the best season of all. Without question. Fall has the best temperature, not too hot or cold, that great fall breeze...can't be beat. I love bonfires, even though I smell for a week after it...and I know that my sheets will need to be washed the next morning. I love apple cider and picking pumpkins. I love Halloween, even though I'm considered an adult now. I love Thanksgiving, and being with my neighbors who are my family. I love putting on my first sweater of the year, and taking a deep breath in, so that I can smell the distinct scent of home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a couple more weeks until it's "officially" fall, but lately I have gotten a taste for it, and it makes me long for it even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1511854780158648458?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1511854780158648458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1511854780158648458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1511854780158648458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-sorry.html' title='So sorry...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4256669553093769456</id><published>2009-07-27T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:22:23.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what dreams may come</title><content type='html'>Aren't dreams amazing? I find myself truly fascinated by them. I read an article a few years back about dreams, and it was awesome (and I sadly cannot find it). For instance, if you want to dream about someone or something, 15 minutes in to your lovely night's sleep, you will no longer dream of that certain thing. I'm sure there are exceptions, but it makes sense for the most part. So when someone says, "Dreaming of you", they are basically full of shit. There. I said it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been meaning to keep a notebook by my night stand so when I wake up in the morning I can jot down my dreams from the previous night. I find that as I get older, I can retain my dreams more so than when I was a kid. How many times have you started to tell someone about a crazy dream you had, and halfway through you forget? More times than I can count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I have been having some messed up dreams. I mean, the type of dreams that border on nightmares/did I take PCP before bed time messed up. I was talking to my friend Sarah about one of them from a few nights ago. It involved me going to Kentucky for a wedding, finding out that my Aunt Patty had 2 other kids (a 7 year old and a 2 year old), my older cousins getting pissed at me for not knowing they had 2 younger brothers, meeting Ina Garten in a book store (for those of you who aren't totally cool like me, she hosts a cooking show on Food Network called Barefoot Contessa), and here is the clincher: there was a serial killer on the loose. I kid you not, it was the weirdest tale. And let me tell you, it was WAY TOO REAL. I woke up with my heart racing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You spend most of your life asleep, but at least you get some entertainment out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4256669553093769456?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4256669553093769456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-dreams-may-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4256669553093769456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4256669553093769456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='what dreams may come'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-400706032786029329</id><published>2009-07-22T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:41:38.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why deadliest catch is awesome</title><content type='html'>So, recently I have become mildly obsessed with Deadliest Catch. What is Deadliest Catch, you say? One of the VERY VERY few GOOD reality shows out there to date. Probably because it is on the Discovery Channel, and not VH1.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember a few weeks back to when I stumbled across this little gem. It's not a new show by any means (this is its 5th season), but it was new to me. I had heard of it before, but I would actually just change the channel before even giving it a chance. After watching a few episodes of Cash Cab (I love random trivia facts), Deadliest Catch came on. Now I don't know if it was laziness on my part to change the channel or what, but I was hooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky for me there was a MARATHON of episodes all 4th of July weekend. So I of course DVR'ed all of them, and in the process got my mother addicted as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what makes me like this show so much? Maybe it's because I get to witness one of the most dangerous jobs in the world, and the fact that Mother Nature is in total control of everything. Maybe it's the fact that the captains on the show crack me up. Maybe it's the fact that you actually care about each person on the boats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out if you get a chance, because you will really love it. Sig on the Northwestern is by far my favorite, because he cusses like a sailor, and has the wittiest comebacks. My kind of man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-400706032786029329?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/400706032786029329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-deadliest-catch-is-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/400706032786029329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/400706032786029329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-deadliest-catch-is-awesome.html' title='why deadliest catch is awesome'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-6366004791995403132</id><published>2009-07-14T20:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:41:34.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I've been looking at old photo albums, and I must say, my sister and I were pretty cute kids. I have freakishly looked the exact same since pretty much the day I was born (no lie). I came across a picture, and I couldn't help but smile. I mean, when is the the last time you got THIS EXCITED over anything, let alone a little snow globe? I miss opening a simple present and having a look of shock and awe come across my face, and having my mom there to capture it on film.  Kinda puts things in perspective. So just take a moment and realize that it's the little things in life that make you smile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sl0kQWU2GUI/AAAAAAAAACg/clj8YR-xbTI/s1600-h/snowglobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sl0kQWU2GUI/AAAAAAAAACg/clj8YR-xbTI/s320/snowglobe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358478994930276674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the infamous McDonald's picture. Now that's service with a smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sl0lVPRA3sI/AAAAAAAAACw/SQ29Rl00C7M/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sl0lVPRA3sI/AAAAAAAAACw/SQ29Rl00C7M/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358480178446130882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-6366004791995403132?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/6366004791995403132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6366004791995403132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6366004791995403132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sl0kQWU2GUI/AAAAAAAAACg/clj8YR-xbTI/s72-c/snowglobe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-8853629619350206589</id><published>2009-07-11T00:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:44:21.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious</title><content type='html'>So I just got home from the Elks (yeah I know...but it is a damn good time sometimes), and it honestly was a hoot, as Steve McKee would say. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time, and the company was honestly ridiculous. And it was pretty awesome that we all drank for free the whole night (genius juice=pretty amazing...and I hate hard liquor). Man I love my friends.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Bruno was just as ridiculous as I thought it would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-8853629619350206589?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/8853629619350206589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/hilarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8853629619350206589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/8853629619350206589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/hilarious.html' title='hilarious'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-6017371879418320544</id><published>2009-07-09T00:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:21:51.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>So I have been getting some threats that I haven't been doing enough posts, so here I am (I'm pointing at YOU Abby).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when you don't have a job, and you are looking for one, you have a lot of time on your hands.  I have done enough cleaning to feel like I should have a professional maid's license. Do those exist even? I know that if I ever hired a maid, I would want her certified (not that I would...cleaning is my thing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had many a conversation with friends about what the hell we are going to do with our lives.  These conversations normally end with us freaking out, questioning why we majored in what we did, and could we have picked a worse time to graduate? While the last thing was out of our hands, the things we did to get here we have to own up to.  Sure, looking back now it would have been awesome to major in Nursing or some medical-related field. People are always going to get sick, so that will be in demand. But for some reason or another, we didn't choose that path, instead opting for teachers and accountants and trainers.  Such is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how many times I wished that I had a different major? More times then I wished I had a dog that didn't poop in the kitchen.  That is A LOT.  Speaking of that, Baxter, PLEASE.  You are almost 9 months old.  It's time to kick that habit.  However, while there are times that I regret what I chose to do with life, I love it. I miss it. I want to do something with everything I learned in the past 4 years. Except accounting. That shit I will PASS on. Nothing like a big slap in the face in the form of a big fat D on your final grades sophomore year. Taking the class twice was just the remedy. I hate New Zealanders. Is that what they are called? I could care less. I'm not even looking it up because Tony, you aren't worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God I have supportive friends and family, because now is the time when you need them.  And I stay positive most of the time, but I have my days. Who doesn't? I never said I was perfect. But I guess what I am trying to say is that I am ready for life. Not that I haven't enjoyed kicking back for the past 2 months. As my lovely friend Jeni says, "You have your whole life to work. Enjoy it while it lasts." And I have.  Life is finite.  There is a beginning, a middle, and though no one likes to talk about it, an end. Remember that the next time you think you are having one hell of a bad day.  One of my favorite quotes: "Just when you think you have it bad, someone out there has it 10 times worse."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In times like this, those words ring true in everyones' ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-6017371879418320544?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/6017371879418320544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6017371879418320544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6017371879418320544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-7848602178718036031</id><published>2009-06-22T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:27:16.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the beatles</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love the Beatles. It makes me sad that I wasn't alive when they came to America and took over the nation. The great thing with music, however, is that it stands the test of time. This is true with the 4 boys from Liverpool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who honestly doesn't like the Beatles? Hopefully no one I know. Because I would have to have a long discussion on why you suck at life. Just kidding. But not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a History of Rock and Roll class junior year at Purdue, and it was hands-down the most amazing class I have ever taken (yes, even better then Wine Appreciation). My teacher looked EXACTLY like Albert Einstein. This man had more energy then anyone I know, and he let you know it. He was the kind of teacher that you wait your whole life to have, especially when you are used to the most boring econ or finance teachers Krannert has to offer (I'm pointing at YOU Bob Holland).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I immediately fell in love with this course. I NEVER missed the class, which was a miracle in some peoples' eyes since it was my only class on Friday. I did however go a little bit buzzed/drunk (you be the judge: I had given up drinking for Lent and my birthday happened to be only 4 days after Easter. Tolerance=crap) to class one time on my 21st birthday, but we were watching Spinal Tap, so it was all good. Even though I was the loudest one laughing, and still laughing 5 minutes after the scene.  I always sat in the 2nd row because I didn't want to miss a single minute of the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the amazing day came: The Beatles. Not only did we talk about them the ENTIRE 50 minutes, but a SECOND lecture for the next day as well. It was awesome. Watching them perform for the first time on the Ed Sullivan show made me want to be there so bad. I still get goosebumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I just love the fact that a band that has been around for over 45 years still impacts people of all ages. And the fact that I sing AMAZINGLY to all of their songs doesn't hurt either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-7848602178718036031?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/7848602178718036031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/06/beatles.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7848602178718036031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7848602178718036031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/06/beatles.html' title='the beatles'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-936300095430570054</id><published>2009-06-18T11:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:00:43.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>I got to talking with one of my longest and best friends, Abby, the other day. Her and I got to talking about why we lose friends over the years, and it comes down to one little thing: effort.  None of my close friends went to Purdue, so I knew that if we wanted to remain friends that it would have to be a 2 way effort.  This was also true with many of my other friends who went to various colleges.  For the most part, we came out on top, but there were some casualties of not staying in touch, and finding out that we don't have a lot in common anymore. Such is life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've said this a million times I think, but it is not difficult to remain close with someone, even if distance is an issue.  I can go months and months without actually physically seeing someone and still feel like I haven't missed out on anything in their life. It's called a phone call.  These things aren't hard or time consuming, so it always perplexed me when someone would say they are "too busy" to call. Really? 5 minutes is all you need, and if that means keeping someone special in your life, then you bet your ass I'll give them a 5 minute phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we get older and move away, this will become even harder. I know this. But I believe that I have firmly established who I want in my life and vice versa.  That means having to "cut" some people out that really didn't want to be there in the first place, as evidenced by the past 4 years.  I'm not mad about it anymore, because I know that you have to just roll with the punches.  And trust me, you CAN'T be friends with everyone. Good lord, I know that's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-936300095430570054?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/936300095430570054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/936300095430570054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/936300095430570054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4083926112044770840</id><published>2009-06-01T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:25:09.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>backyard</title><content type='html'>I love my backyard.  It's big, green, and full of trees.  When people ask me where I live, I always tell them, "Well there are cornfields in my backyard.  That gives you an idea." I love it.  I would find it difficult to grow up in a neighborhood that didn't have trees (basically any new neighborhood development today).  Today was beautiful, and nothing makes me happier than sitting on the deck, reading a book.  Most the time I find myself looking up at the sky.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't go under the willow trees, though.  There are ticks in it.  At least that is what our parents used to threaten us with.  Who knows if there are ticks there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4083926112044770840?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4083926112044770840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/06/backyard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4083926112044770840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4083926112044770840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/06/backyard.html' title='backyard'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4605980443568179072</id><published>2009-05-17T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:30:41.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>So graduation was just this morning. And it was great.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4605980443568179072?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4605980443568179072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4605980443568179072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4605980443568179072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/05/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-4431385870464218296</id><published>2009-05-01T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:02:25.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>harry's</title><content type='html'>Harry's is my favorite place at school.  I love the atmosphere and the fact that you can actually sit down and have a drink, which is rare at college bars.  I didn't start loving the joint until I moved in to my new apartment this year, which just so happens to be a block from this fine establishment.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just on Wednesday, for example, a couple of my friends and myself went to get our eyebrows done (threaded...so painful, but soooo worth it) and came back to my place for a glass of wine.  Bonnie was hungry, so we headed down to Harry's to get a pitcher and some food.  I don't know what it IS about Harry's, but you lose all track of time.  Seriously.  We went around 5 and next thing we know it's 9:30.  Passing the time drinking pitchers, playing awesome music on the juke box (some Styx...you know it!), and having ridiculous conversations.  Like how the homeless guy was freaking us out in the bar. Yikes. Liz called him Meth Face (which is totally inappropriate yet freaking hilarious at the same time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months back my friend Sarah came up for the weekend, and we went to Harry's as well after school on Friday.  We ended up staying there for over 6 hours.  It was ridiculous!! But I swear, there is some type of magical power that Harry has over us, because it goes by so fast.  As does college, sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm truly going to miss Harry's.  It represents Purdue, and I love the fact that it is super old and worn down.  I have had some amazing memories at that place, and I'm going to make some more with the couple weeks I have left here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-4431385870464218296?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/4431385870464218296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/05/harrys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4431385870464218296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/4431385870464218296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/05/harrys.html' title='harry&apos;s'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3735550255268709578</id><published>2009-04-28T17:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:32:04.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sfd1xYDeqBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4R4qXPNbGJs/s1600-h/sc0018c97c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sfd1xYDeqBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4R4qXPNbGJs/s320/sc0018c97c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329858175147354130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So my neighbor Maggie is having her first communion this weekend, and it got me thinking about my first communion. Which was ummm 15 years ago?!?!?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE to put this picture up.  This just sums up the "style" (as my mom would say) at the time.  I rocked the ankle socks like it was my job, and Whitney on the left was getting married apparently. Love you Whit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also remember having a cake that looking back now was super weird.  It had a huge plastic cross on it with a plastic rosary.  Is it just me or is that weird? I did get an amazing gold cross necklace from my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3735550255268709578?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3735550255268709578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3735550255268709578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3735550255268709578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Sfd1xYDeqBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4R4qXPNbGJs/s72-c/sc0018c97c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-6785609243811311637</id><published>2009-04-21T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:28:39.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>concerts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Se5krgJBN9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1l-RNOGVxzM/s1600-h/Birthday,+Summer,+EVERYTHING+248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Se5krgJBN9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1l-RNOGVxzM/s320/Birthday,+Summer,+EVERYTHING+248.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327306107750791122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I got to talking to one of my friends yesterday about concerts, and I realized that I haven't been to one in over TWO YEARS.  How lame is that?  I remember the summer of 2006, I went to 7 concerts.  And easily spent about 400 dollars.  The best one?  Hands down 311.  But I'll get to that later.  The weirdest?  That would definitely be Def Leppard/Journey.  Seeing people your parent's age wasted in the lawn is a memory that I would like to forget. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 97% of my friends don't like 311, no matter how hard I try to get them to like or even LISTEN to them.  Luckily, my friend Sean and I went to see them on the lawn at White River State Park in Indy (which is an AWESOME venue to see a low-key concert).  We saw them 2 summers in a row, and I had such a great time.  Great set list, beautiful sunset, and good company.  Even though I got jacked in the face when we moved closer to the stage. MY BAD.  However, there is one song that almost everyone likes by 311 that I have to convince them to listen to.  "Champagne" is a great song to relax to, and reminds you of summer.  Listen to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me really sad that I haven't been to more concerts the past couple of years.  This summer was impossible with my internship, and the summer before I was looking to save money I guess.  Nothing will ever compare to going to Tom Petty when I was 19 and getting out of control in the lawn with Slim.  And took like 78 pictures in 3 hours.  Call Guinness on that one.  It has to be a record.  Or slow dancing to a Dave song with a beautiful summer sunset over the pavilion.  I have many summer memories spent at Deer Creek (screw you, Verizon) that I will always cherish, and the best thing is that I can reminisce by just turning on my iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-6785609243811311637?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/6785609243811311637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/concerts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6785609243811311637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/6785609243811311637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/concerts.html' title='concerts'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w9_QmfNNRFI/Se5krgJBN9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/1l-RNOGVxzM/s72-c/Birthday,+Summer,+EVERYTHING+248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-7693621988285766120</id><published>2009-04-17T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:12:22.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nerdiness</title><content type='html'>I fully admit that I am a nerd.  I love sudoku, I love reading, I love calculus.  I just realized my "nerdiness" as I call it just now when I watched the newest Harry Potter trailer. Umm hell yes.  Only a special few of my friends have read Harry Potter, so sharing this great news means little to the majority of my friends, but it looks bitchin.  Nerdiness is something that everyone has, no matter how cool you think you are.  I think everyone should embrace their nerdiness, and learn to be happy nerds together.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and one of my dreams is to be on Jeopardy.  And don't act like you wouldn't want to be on that show either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-7693621988285766120?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/7693621988285766120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerdiness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7693621988285766120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/7693621988285766120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/nerdiness.html' title='nerdiness'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-3121860272887175857</id><published>2009-04-15T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:30:52.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>t-shirts</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of t-shirts.  I mean, A LOT.  If I had to put a number on it, I would say easily 75.  My dresser at my apartment has 5 drawers.  THREE of them are fully devoted to my abundant t-shirt collection.  There is also a stack on the floor next to my dresser for the ones that don't fit.  My oldest t-shirt would have to be my Little Millers travel team "jersey".  Funny that it still fits.  I think everyone's parents used to order large shirts for us, even when we were 8 (so that it would get longer usage...DUH).  It's fun to put on a shirt because of the memory it produces.  I'm wearing one of my Paddy Mac's Cornhole Classic shirts from our court's annual Cornhole Tournament.  Which I totally kicked ass this year.  I guess it's more that just the shirt itself.  It is the collection of awesome times in my life that I have to wear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-3121860272887175857?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/3121860272887175857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-shirts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3121860272887175857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/3121860272887175857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/t-shirts.html' title='t-shirts'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-2744322490504537978</id><published>2009-04-14T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:14:43.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>Who doesn't love music? I listen to it when I drive, clean, shower, get ready, and study. I love all types of music from classical to rap to motown. Nothing is better than finding a new song or artist that many people don't know about.  I just watched Slumdog Millionaire the other night, and this idea rang true to me when M.I.A's song "Paper Planes" played throughout a scene.  I remember listening to M.I.A 4 years go and thinking that her music was just bitchin.  It is so great to hear her songs on the radio as well as films knowing that she has been around for quite some time under the radar.  I hate it when people listen to a song and say, "Ugh I heard this song 2 months ago before it came out."  It's like, congratulations for finding good music.  I guess I am just happy that an artist that I have followed for some time now is having some success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-2744322490504537978?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/2744322490504537978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/2744322490504537978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/2744322490504537978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556725172173221964.post-1370461710728363931</id><published>2009-04-14T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:30:58.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blog</title><content type='html'>So I decided to start a blog, after some support from my friends Sarah and Whitney.  Actually it was after a few drinks, which I of course was lame enough to pass on. Hey-o drinking water in a bar!! I'm always thinking of the most random things in the world, and I day dream most of the time so this would be a good place to share my randomness.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7556725172173221964-1370461710728363931?l=lauravan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/feeds/1370461710728363931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1370461710728363931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556725172173221964/posts/default/1370461710728363931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lauravan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog.html' title='blog'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17989579749717375813</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w7GcYfjcvo/TbDJqeLJBcI/AAAAAAAAAI0/VsFrxoFTbU8/s220/My%2BHipstaPrint.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
