<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2026 05:25:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>College Diaries</category><category>beauty</category><category>school</category><category>life</category><category>Awkward Awesome Thursday</category><category>weird people</category><category>Instagrams</category><category>growing up</category><category>outfits</category><category>Pageants</category><category>love</category><category>link ups</category><category>inspiration</category><category>life lessons</category><category>friends</category><category>memories</category><category>Photos</category><category>What I&#39;m Loving Wednesday</category><category>cats</category><category>Knee</category><category>make overs</category><category>modeling</category><category>college</category><category>make up</category><category>organization</category><category>frugal finds</category><category>Bargains</category><category>faith</category><category>20 by 20</category><category>ELF cosmetics</category><category>accessories</category><category>goals</category><category>marriage</category><category>music</category><category>red</category><category>Blog Love</category><category>Connecticut</category><category>Photoaday</category><category>Puppy</category><category>editing</category><category>fashion icon</category><category>free stuff</category><category>tutorials</category><title>I&#39;ll Fly Away</title><description></description><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-3169420432499440849</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jul 2013 23:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-25T18:23:34.114-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hey world,</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I may be borderline in need of a vector art makin’ intervention. It’s just so fun!  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/07/hey-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUgG2DK1lrb9WF3Md6MBIXooDYayM6rSdpMCbcjkwAZU8WOYLc7UKE2Tv9-5nJOILFQqH-8U5r9sIVNxRojX5B965VKtx1mf3W5JZ5EoQ5R6129JPeuqbDdUCHn6Grqqu1eMK7D2d8I1g/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-5673931451980754422</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2013 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-25T11:18:48.539-05:00</atom:updated><title>Because really</title><atom:summary type="text"> who needs pinkies anyway?  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/because-really.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngtNRDa69Aiofm3_Mi8C2ZzGsK_KQ3Z42iR_EB86fHG0Cjr6k7bqyYONYImgNMCNOoHTF2YruVtUwdZ-nvGwfdIIGSMoxT01OtxPyV1fd0qclc3M6gYUxzWHk0mtYy_WsjxRUdUwGD5iU/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-2856198349100773613</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jun 2013 02:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-24T21:23:58.240-05:00</atom:updated><title>Answered prayers</title><atom:summary type="text"> &amp;nbsp; For the last few weeks I’ve been dreading today, because it’s the day my boyfriend leaves for South Africa for three-ish weeks to visit family. Which I know sounds slightly ridiculous on my part, but I’m going to let it slide because it’s only day one and I haven’t adjusted to the absolutely no contact yet.  And I’m slightly dreading tomorrow because two weeks ago I found out I broke my </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/answered-prayers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-3829424331004217483</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jun 2013 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-21T10:03:40.896-05:00</atom:updated><title>For all the Jesus-lovin ladies!</title><atom:summary type="text"> 
Hey Ladies! 
My name is Lauren, and I’m the co-founder and Web Manager for The You Are Project , an online magazine for Christian women.  
Our Vision 
The mission of The You Are Project is to help women discover WHO THEY ARE in Christ. Once we know who God created us to be and are confident in Him, amazing things begin to happen: 
1. Our confidence, paired with a Godly love for others, will </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/for-all-jesus-lovin-ladies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1jzWwgYb3mnn5VXihIulQV684llD5vzHIQyiPN5o05db0-si7G7bjuPkUGmzH8PQjk3p3mfDxh3DnRR2Qp-4X7doQLC83uuCVxWQbvhhQ6_axZIpZjV7Ecq1_iWiGJs5XvuiDaTrT5Dc/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-9095277779644522479</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jun 2013 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-05T19:31:28.013-05:00</atom:updated><title>1,2, free jewelry</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  (via my Instagram)  I started summer classes Monday. I’m super super pumped about this first session because it’s all design stuff. Does anyone else get confused by the stuff people post on their social networks? You can’t be all “HOMIES GIVE ME MY PRIVACY!” and then be posting pictures showing all your business. Sorry, doesn’t work like that. The You Are Project is hosting their first </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/06/12-free-jewelry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-5456578066837120217</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 May 2013 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-28T07:20:00.678-05:00</atom:updated><title>When you take a bunch of pictures of yourself, this happens.</title><atom:summary type="text">

I needed to submit a headshot for a new project. And obviously I can’t turn in one that has my hair eight inches longer than it really is. Who does that? So I decided I’d just run outside and do some selfies really quick, pop them in PicMonkey and call it a day. Mistake #1, because then I turned into an indecisive mess. 
And then the dogs started in. There are these three incredibly cute dogs </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/when-you-take-bunch-of-pictures-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0qqum32c5OIHRQaKIwmSgIQ74u15hm2l0uqMaqLWJ4J_XYWb0u-P149p3m2P-zIJMM43ffa2wKy4JSddmc7O5a6WGaMF0GkPn3cAO2Ztb0hD8foqG22n7zV01p4ScWseXDyQFHx19YFt6/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-3842547137092972062</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 May 2013 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:51:32.467-05:00</atom:updated><title>What I wore</title><atom:summary type="text"> Sweater from Gap, Jeans from Gap, Necklace from Send the Trend. &amp;nbsp;  Scarf from Old Navy, T-shirt from Gap.  Jacket from Gap, tank top from Target &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; That sweater is the best decision I’ve ever made. So comfy, so perfect for Texas summers, so necessary in every color. Or at least that’s what I’m going to tell anyone who questions me buying every color.  Also necessary; men’s </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/what-i-wore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-1771871645161831107</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 16:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.160-05:00</atom:updated><title>Summer time style</title><atom:summary type="text"> Over the weekend my store did a price kill sale for final sale items, so I got all three of these for $9. (Plus two other ones I can’t find online, but seriously. Ridiculous)  Tunic, patterned shirt, cardigan, biker jacket, printed shorts, maxi skirt, real straight jeans, neon flats, woven clutch.   Star wars shirt, flag shirt, ombre tank, colored shorts, tote.  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/summer-time-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZM4UjSq_uR8FBh2MpBdlUlV-htQG9iDTOtM1ZN9P4YZEY0kNw3wQDAfjvri895Q8hnjPUnZqaaiOBDe1agys4KSuxCOogz9OZZxPMjik9YGBHIidjtzClXimm9Z1k_q8-vVOYM7kyFsp/s72-c?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-90555257955646246</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.170-05:00</atom:updated><title>Where I’ve been and where I’m going</title><atom:summary type="text">I always have such good intentions to do it all. I’m going to give 120% at work, then come home and give a 120% to blogging/supporting friends/studying/being a good girlfriend, daughter, sister, etc., then find time to get my body back in pageant shape, volunteer, finish Bossy Pants (because the first two chapters were SO funny) And instead I come home from work, fall in bed and don’t move until </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/where-ive-been-and-where-im-going.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-4865735912523219006</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 May 2013 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.164-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College Diaries</category><title>Do I want to be an A or a B?</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  Okay, so here’s my choice. I have one more final left, and it’s an easy one. That I still haven’t really studied for, even though it’s today. As in, I’ve done the review but haven’t flash card-ed it. I’m also exempt from it because without it I still have a solid B. BUT if I take it, and get an A, then my whole grade moves up to an A. And it won’t drop if I bomb it. So I’m going to take </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/do-i-want-to-be-a-or-b.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-3199267133231301139</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.163-05:00</atom:updated><title>I have such pretty/talent/sweet-hearted friends</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; World, this is Victoria.  We won our titles at the same local, and competed at Miss Texas together.   And she has the prettiest voice in the entire Universe, so I need everyone to go listen to her.  https://soundcloud.com/victorialaceellis  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/i-have-such-prettytalentsweet-hearted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-8304879444304107592</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.167-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">inspiration</category><title>Awe-struck</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;
I think I finally hit big kid status enough that I can take a step back and breathe. I realized today I was walking to class how overwhelming everything had become, how hard I was trying (and failing) to do everything at once. So while I was achieving stuff, I wasn&#39;t doing anything for my sanity. 

I&#39;ve been getting all these little signs to just slow down and smell the metaphorical roses </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/awe-struck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-2822226381212628184</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.162-05:00</atom:updated><title>Can’t Sop Jammin’</title><atom:summary type="text">Next to Me—Emeli Sande Heart Attack—Demi Lovato Better Dig Two—The Band Perry Closer—Teagan and Sara Gunpowder and Lead—Miranda Lambert 3 A.M. – Kate Nash  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/cant-sop-jammin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-8687359602985799481</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 01:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.168-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><title>All I seem to talk about is beauty</title><atom:summary type="text"> &amp;nbsp; This video. If you haven’t seen it go watch it, make sure you’re wearing waterproof mascara. It’s so incredible. Or maybe it’s just incredible for me. The end of the semester always makes me sentimental and emotional. But my goodness. Remember when I was over here talking about beauty? This is ten times better than anything I ever could’ve written.  Because honestly, how many times has a </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/all-i-seem-to-talk-about-is-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/XpaOjMXyJGk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-6706165590199846619</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Apr 2013 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.165-05:00</atom:updated><title>Reality</title><atom:summary type="text">What I should be doing  studying writing a post with meaning laying in a dark room with a cold cloth on head sleeping some more studying icing my knee cleaning What I’m actually doing  watching the same Full House I watched this morning looking up people I was “enemies” with in high school and gloating. Or turning green with envy, depending.  bending my knee a million times because they sports </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/reality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-7944481164205709837</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:45.166-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weird people</category><title>Anna’s brilliant idea #12918</title><atom:summary type="text"> I keep having these moments where I want to be a genius SO BAD. So I come up with these ideas, and picture everyone thinking “WOW ANNA IS SO SMART!” Never mind that 99% of the time my brilliant ideas are actually just me using common sense and feeling really proud of it. Obviously it’s not so common in my world… So, I wake up and get to school early to work out. And I know at some point I’m </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/04/annas-brilliant-idea-12918.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-5165119791125898375</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Mar 2013 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.001-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">College Diaries</category><title>College diaries: When Midterms hit</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;  All semesters seem to happen the same. You start out super excited about having new classes, a chance at an even better GPA. Then a month passes, the newness wears off and you just fall into the school, study, work, sleep, repeat routine. But all of a sudden out of no where midterms hit and you’re wondering where the heck the first half of the semester went, how you’re supposed to </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/college-diaries-when-midterms-hit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-660236230462706851</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Mar 2013 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.005-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Instagrams</category><title>Don’t hate me but…</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; This little sucker is finding a new home today, due to his decision to straight up clamp down on my hand until I shook him off, all because I picked up a piece of trash. (As in, I’m completely the victim here) So now I’m over here with bruises in the shape of his teeth and jaw, and soon to be puppy-less.    But on a more positive note… &amp;nbsp;          I got my three year pin, recognized a </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/dont-hate-me-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-8475892948955659390</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Mar 2013 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.007-05:00</atom:updated><title>I&amp;#39;m doing the saving.</title><atom:summary type="text">  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/i-doing-saving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-5320148473104834122</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 15:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.002-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hey fellas</title><atom:summary type="text">The ladies love it.  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/hey-fellas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL6wRz6Xa12dZkPblRguDRbqk-JoezE79cfbFwzo4CsHcSDXsU7rmvZHf_DA_Fytf3docxBmokvTvVe0CKh2UaWYUIhJVxqlRMFvCGoZA2oMijGP2s4gD7sxi27hLr0Iegiy5mti9PiozP/s72-c/blogger-image--226821050.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-3927965730610629178</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.000-05:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome to the vague blog</title><atom:summary type="text">I have something I’m not super ready to announce yet, sorry, I know. Cliff hanger over here. There’s just too much that’s going to come with it, and I want to let some other aspects of my life calm down first. But, I love the way it came to be so I’m going to do this as vague and precise as possible (does that count as a contradiction?). So first, you have to go read my article here about love. (</atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/welcome-to-vague-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-5446409890026094347</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2013 19:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.003-05:00</atom:updated><title>The girl with one working knee</title><atom:summary type="text">This is the basics of my spring break. No parties, lots of ice and laying in bed. Post-op recovery is obviously the time of my life. Maybe next week we&#39;ll get back on this blogging thing.  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-girl-with-one-working-knee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg85axr8agEUH_KN1w79bboa6vjoNzmMfXg7GBd2AQjAI50DbVlkf1ayyNzD7J7Zlzasb5cY2KL7QfJloTeo8jH8OnOAIDT1CXusA3_4ZsqUaWjVHdln9rZ8x3NNL73bD0RZMmBqyUOWG_w/s72-c/blogger-image-145251247.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-7147940298813476001</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Mar 2013 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.006-05:00</atom:updated><title>One time at swimming lessons</title><atom:summary type="text">I failed the test. My little brother was in the same class and passed. So I just left and never went back.


Swim Class drop out.</atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/one-time-at-swimming-lessons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-6076403396300105226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2013 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:56.004-05:00</atom:updated><title>My goodness.</title><atom:summary type="text"> </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-goodness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTx5kbEEoQujbeUg7k_PpqFfvSkpAqo8n6B_x7b28sdFAGeAtGxKcLSDs1ZMm8OG3boxNwZ39VJhNciL9mv5lEsR99DVAJtZlLnNNapt5eSL9aQPyWfCL25G4wjD5NP9iQuesErO_LkxKz/s72-c/blogger-image-909067388.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914365557580758531.post-1929052691817368526</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-27T19:22:55.997-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hey, best friends.</title><atom:summary type="text">  </atom:summary><link>http://illflyawayblog.blogspot.com/2013/02/hey-best-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>