<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QHQ3gzfip7ImA9WxBUGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585</id><updated>2010-03-05T20:15:32.686-07:00</updated><title>My Love Struck Story</title><subtitle type='html'>O Bambi, I cried so hard when those hunters shot your mommy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QHQ3gycSp7ImA9WxBUGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-1896049072047173208</id><published>2010-03-05T20:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T20:15:32.699-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-05T20:15:32.699-07:00</app:edited><title>My 5-Minute-Break</title><content type='html'>I fail as a reader! I haven't read any of the new books I bought! I'm awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My excuse: School's kicking my trash. I have my Brit Lit 2nd Midterm tomorrow and I'm not ready. I decided to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;social&lt;/span&gt; last night instead of studying. O silly me. I had fun last night tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a break from studying right now. Which shouldn't be too hard to do since I'm alone at the apt. But no. I just can't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S5HIwRqXx_I/AAAAAAAACDs/X07aDiogWDo/s1600-h/00140CL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S5HIwRqXx_I/AAAAAAAACDs/X07aDiogWDo/s320/00140CL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445354156168038386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O, Unisom Cherry Flavor.&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast saved me from nights of insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;Thou hast brought me peace and rest.&lt;br /&gt;Thou are truly my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&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/519327198474078585-1896049072047173208?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/1896049072047173208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=1896049072047173208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/1896049072047173208?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/1896049072047173208?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-5-minute-break.html' title='My 5-Minute-Break'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S5HIwRqXx_I/AAAAAAAACDs/X07aDiogWDo/s72-c/00140CL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcHRncyeCp7ImA9WxBUFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-2618561362431166500</id><published>2010-02-28T12:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:20:37.990-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-03-01T00:20:37.990-07:00</app:edited><title>My Lock &amp; Key</title><content type='html'>I bought four new books. I've been craving some new adventures for a while now. The one I'm most excited about reading is "Lock &amp;amp; Key" by Sarah Dessen. We'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-2618561362431166500?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/2618561362431166500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=2618561362431166500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/2618561362431166500?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/2618561362431166500?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-lock-key.html' title='My Lock &amp; Key'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYARHs4fip7ImA9WxBVGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-4182121153069207311</id><published>2010-02-23T11:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T11:35:45.536-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-23T11:35:45.536-07:00</app:edited><title>My Darn You, Freakin' Owl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUI-ivE6iGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KUI-ivE6iGE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Twitterpated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused by affection or infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;An enjoyable disorder characterized by feelings of excitement, anticipation, high hopes, recent memories of interludes, giddiness, and physical over stimulation which occur simultaneously when experiencing a new love. These feelings take over without warning, usually at odd times (such as at a check-out line), with or without the partner present, and make it difficult to concentrate on anything but romance. They interfere with work and safe driving, but should be experienced at least once in every person's lifetime.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O crap! I have a case of the "twitterpated" syndrome!!!! This time is bad. Worse than it has ever been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-4182121153069207311?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/4182121153069207311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=4182121153069207311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4182121153069207311?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4182121153069207311?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-darn-you-bambi.html' title='My Darn You, Freakin&apos; Owl!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04BRno6fyp7ImA9WxBVF08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-3871005362057678407</id><published>2010-02-20T20:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T21:19:17.417-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-20T21:19:17.417-07:00</app:edited><title>My Winter Olympics</title><content type='html'>Kyle likes watching the Olympics, which is why I end up watching them when he's here. I just love being with my favorite couple ever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you don't know who they are, please click &lt;a href="http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hunting-season.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;... after hitting yourself on the head for not knowing me well enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kyle wanted to watch the short track speed skating thing. Britt was in the kitchen making brownies I think. I was on the love seat and Kyle was on the big couch and I asked who this guy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.mlive.com/olympics_impact/photo/apolo-ohno-13jpg-e54844757af7b154_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 319px;" src="http://media.mlive.com/olympics_impact/photo/apolo-ohno-13jpg-e54844757af7b154_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Britt came and sat next to Kyle. The little conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britt:&lt;/span&gt; Who are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle:&lt;/span&gt; Apolo Ohno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;He looks gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britt:&lt;/span&gt; You like gay guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-3871005362057678407?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/3871005362057678407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=3871005362057678407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/3871005362057678407?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/3871005362057678407?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-winter-olympics.html' title='My Winter Olympics'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAAQ3w6fyp7ImA9WxBVFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-7047929290270428283</id><published>2010-02-18T21:51:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:19:02.217-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-18T22:19:02.217-07:00</app:edited><title>My Curious Recurrent Pattern - Part 2</title><content type='html'>I showed Spence who my last crush was.&lt;br /&gt;He saw the picture and said: "you like em scrawny and with tight pants don't you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-7047929290270428283?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/7047929290270428283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=7047929290270428283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7047929290270428283?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7047929290270428283?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-curious-recurrent-pattern-part-2.html' title='My Curious Recurrent Pattern - Part 2'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AHQ3Y-eyp7ImA9WxBVE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-7946257416374623495</id><published>2010-02-15T23:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:22:12.853-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-16T13:22:12.853-07:00</app:edited><title>My Single Awareness Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday and Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on Friday, after I got off work and ready to go to the RS Retreat. Not too excited since Isabel decided she wouldn't go at the last minute. Kim was off to a symposium whatchamacallit and wouldn't go either. I was not too happy about going alone since I don't know many of the girls in the ward. We went to the Spring Haven cabin in Springville. Biggest and most beautiful place I've ever been to! We spent the night there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. I just can't begin to explain. I met many girls and had tons and tons of fun. I'll just let the pics do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Improv Talent Show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG5HbKI3I/AAAAAAAAB9o/UKaEYGlpi0Q/s1600-h/DSC05305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG5HbKI3I/AAAAAAAAB9o/UKaEYGlpi0Q/s320/DSC05305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667078318564210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Tanya at 11 at night looking tired but happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG5uOMeKI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ljfYcD-r-gw/s1600-h/DSC05306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG5uOMeKI/AAAAAAAAB9w/ljfYcD-r-gw/s320/DSC05306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667088733173922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love my Giovis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG6JnSw2I/AAAAAAAAB94/JxNCD4DiQ50/s1600-h/DSC05320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG6JnSw2I/AAAAAAAAB94/JxNCD4DiQ50/s320/DSC05320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667096086201186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG6eg0G_I/AAAAAAAAB-A/9f0f_o-GOMk/s1600-h/DSC05322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG6eg0G_I/AAAAAAAAB-A/9f0f_o-GOMk/s320/DSC05322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667101696170994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG6rUIfPI/AAAAAAAAB-I/5tO_0vqmzJA/s1600-h/DSC05323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG6rUIfPI/AAAAAAAAB-I/5tO_0vqmzJA/s320/DSC05323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667105132641522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIiQqS9DI/AAAAAAAAB_w/q0j63gpIV24/s1600-h/DSC05326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIiQqS9DI/AAAAAAAAB_w/q0j63gpIV24/s320/DSC05326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668884684239922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIh5_6ufI/AAAAAAAAB_o/X9on5Vjkelg/s1600-h/DSC05328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIh5_6ufI/AAAAAAAAB_o/X9on5Vjkelg/s320/DSC05328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668878600911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly bringing it down! She's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIhr0bKjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/udieFl3mBrg/s1600-h/DSC05334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIhr0bKjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/udieFl3mBrg/s320/DSC05334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668874794609202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIEWRpLLI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qvB7rLJQUxs/s1600-h/DSC05340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIEWRpLLI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/qvB7rLJQUxs/s320/DSC05340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668370795375794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIEI1CmOI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/IsTfJLKlUik/s1600-h/DSC05351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIEI1CmOI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/IsTfJLKlUik/s320/DSC05351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668367185746146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The cabin was ginormous! Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIDy-mYII/AAAAAAAAB_I/tMKW5gJ3svY/s1600-h/DSC05358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIDy-mYII/AAAAAAAAB_I/tMKW5gJ3svY/s320/DSC05358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668361320259714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salsa Lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIDh3If-I/AAAAAAAAB_A/kEMPGexcBA0/s1600-h/DSC05368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIDh3If-I/AAAAAAAAB_A/kEMPGexcBA0/s320/DSC05368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668356725538786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly and Michelle were my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIDc5PnBI/AAAAAAAAB-4/LWJyTzCMQNc/s1600-h/DSC05369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oIDc5PnBI/AAAAAAAAB-4/LWJyTzCMQNc/s320/DSC05369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438668355392216082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHlc8kNBI/AAAAAAAAB-w/HsVR1qkiLzk/s1600-h/DSC05370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHlc8kNBI/AAAAAAAAB-w/HsVR1qkiLzk/s320/DSC05370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667840010073106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bren, recently baptized and way active! Love her so muuuch!&lt;br /&gt;She's a great example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHkzqHCJI/AAAAAAAAB-o/QmLqDdEau2M/s1600-h/DSC05383-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHkzqHCJI/AAAAAAAAB-o/QmLqDdEau2M/s320/DSC05383-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667828926810258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(L to R) Jess, me, Bren, Alicia and Rach.&lt;br /&gt;Just became friends with Jess that weekend.&lt;br /&gt;She's so sweet and great. Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHkgsAeRI/AAAAAAAAB-g/8LoOsriy2Cg/s1600-h/DSC05384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHkgsAeRI/AAAAAAAAB-g/8LoOsriy2Cg/s320/DSC05384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667823834495250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Andrew Fisher. Super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHkIkcYMI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/z9jzvDX6OsI/s1600-h/DSC05394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHkIkcYMI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/z9jzvDX6OsI/s320/DSC05394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667817360318658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The V-Day Sunday. Not too happy. I celebrated Single Awareness Day &lt;a target="_blank;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Na6hDP--hFM"&gt;Chris-Colfer style&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Oh, Valentine's Day. I love to celebrate Single Awareness Day by being with fellow single people and watching like, a horror movie or something. Just in spite. And no heart-shaped chocolates. If you bring that, they'll be thrown at you."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;But Britt and Kyle made us cookie brownies or whatever-they're-called. And they were great! My favorite part of the day was getting 13 Nice Notes from people in my ward. I have no idea where they came from--I didn't even know so many people knew who I was. Someone--or many "someones"--out there love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my wall of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHjsOXfgI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/ozSNqmxbLIE/s1600-h/DSC05398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oHjsOXfgI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/ozSNqmxbLIE/s320/DSC05398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438667809751531010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle and Britt came home at about 9, and we all watched the first Indiana Jones. I had never seen it before. And I still like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt; a loooot better. But I am biased... because Michael J. Fox is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; and Harrison Ford just doesn't do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V-Day Meltdown Moment: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabel has a bf. And Giovanna. And Tanya. I'm the only Latin left on the Singles Group. Loooser. O well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today. Much needed day off.  I tried watching the 4th Star Wars, because I've only seen the first three... but I own all 6. I tried, I swear but I really needed a nap since I randomly wake up every night at around 4 or 5 and can't go back to sleep no matter how tired I am. It's weird. And I go to bed at around 11, so it's not like I don't try. Kim and I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt;--I feel bad if I don't because I promised her I would. I'm not too into it though. I don't think I ever will. I can watch it just fine but... no. I just--no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FHE was fun! We had an Olympic-based game. Ok, maybe not very Olympic-ish, but for sure we had that Spirit of competition, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are way better than my writing, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o37FRv7pI/AAAAAAAACDg/NIjHKggSet8/s1600-h/DSC05399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o37FRv7pI/AAAAAAAACDg/NIjHKggSet8/s320/DSC05399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438720988171726482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o360fu3fI/AAAAAAAACDY/DafUPijgbDY/s1600-h/DSC05400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o360fu3fI/AAAAAAAACDY/DafUPijgbDY/s320/DSC05400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438720983666974194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o36dnJE7I/AAAAAAAACDQ/Wl1ku39pzek/s1600-h/DSC05401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o36dnJE7I/AAAAAAAACDQ/Wl1ku39pzek/s320/DSC05401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438720977524036530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o36Bp1OTI/AAAAAAAACDI/Y8Fa-N3kMYY/s1600-h/DSC05402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o36Bp1OTI/AAAAAAAACDI/Y8Fa-N3kMYY/s320/DSC05402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438720970019125554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o354zposI/AAAAAAAACDA/tkbHQ-4pC98/s1600-h/DSC05403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o354zposI/AAAAAAAACDA/tkbHQ-4pC98/s320/DSC05403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438720967644390082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o3cHLHryI/AAAAAAAACC4/WgT-79_LI1U/s1600-h/DSC05406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o3cHLHryI/AAAAAAAACC4/WgT-79_LI1U/s320/DSC05406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438720456104849186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o3botbCFI/AAAAAAAACCw/j4YEDFdDvw0/s1600-h/DSC05407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o26cdaVlI/AAAAAAAACCA/r0QNQB-YY5c/s320/DSC05415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438719877703161426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o26JNjCuI/AAAAAAAACB4/NTsJRZ1YduE/s1600-h/DSC05416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o26JNjCuI/AAAAAAAACB4/NTsJRZ1YduE/s320/DSC05416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438719872536349410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o250NIhII/AAAAAAAACBw/aV0qZ7Fm6so/s1600-h/DSC05418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o2WOUfJxI/AAAAAAAACBY/goiq8FwhAbM/s320/DSC05422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438719255432341266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o2VkzHw-I/AAAAAAAACBQ/SDQ587rbBLQ/s1600-h/DSC05423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o2VkzHw-I/AAAAAAAACBQ/SDQ587rbBLQ/s320/DSC05423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438719244286542818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o2VD7OzhI/AAAAAAAACBI/97rtwtY3BUg/s1600-h/DSC05424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o2VD7OzhI/AAAAAAAACBI/97rtwtY3BUg/s320/DSC05424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438719235462188562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1ftB4NOI/AAAAAAAACAY/0iYsCP5DHLM/s1600-h/DSC05425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1ftB4NOI/AAAAAAAACAY/0iYsCP5DHLM/s320/DSC05425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438718318782985442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1fJXxdgI/AAAAAAAACAQ/QRq4oDiVwqs/s1600-h/DSC05426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1fJXxdgI/AAAAAAAACAQ/QRq4oDiVwqs/s320/DSC05426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438718309211141634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1esI-xcI/AAAAAAAACAI/ec4MOTyEASg/s1600-h/DSC05427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1esI-xcI/AAAAAAAACAI/ec4MOTyEASg/s320/DSC05427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438718301364471234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1eWNIcSI/AAAAAAAACAA/nGYNjBZ8T2A/s1600-h/DSC05428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1eWNIcSI/AAAAAAAACAA/nGYNjBZ8T2A/s320/DSC05428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438718295476302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1dzxW5zI/AAAAAAAAB_4/1WFaHQEUtic/s1600-h/DSC05433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3o1dzxW5zI/AAAAAAAAB_4/1WFaHQEUtic/s320/DSC05433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438718286233003826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fun fun. And now back to real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did do my reading for Brit Lit for tomorrow and I learned it was Tennyson who said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Tis better to have loved and lost&lt;br /&gt;than never to have loved at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O boy, Tennyson... What in the holy grail!!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;that's my new signature quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-7946257416374623495?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/7946257416374623495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=7946257416374623495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7946257416374623495?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7946257416374623495?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-single-awareness-day-weekend.html' title='My Single Awareness Day Weekend'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3oG5HbKI3I/AAAAAAAAB9o/UKaEYGlpi0Q/s72-c/DSC05305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0EAQHY_cSp7ImA9WxBWFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-3011457369836903256</id><published>2010-02-08T19:12:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:20:41.849-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-08T20:20:41.849-07:00</app:edited><title>My Curious Recurrent Pattern</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DMMJt3PGI/AAAAAAAAB70/u36eDggoe_Y/s1600-h/GLEE_Wallpaper_by_RandomPandemonium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DMMJt3PGI/AAAAAAAAB70/u36eDggoe_Y/s320/GLEE_Wallpaper_by_RandomPandemonium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436069259374967906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She told me so. Britt so did tell me so. She said I would love it.&lt;br /&gt;And I do.&lt;br /&gt;Specially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DM_EZwj9I/AAAAAAAAB78/nwD7q37cxWI/s1600-h/glee_2009_650_wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DM_EZwj9I/AAAAAAAAB78/nwD7q37cxWI/s320/glee_2009_650_wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436070134121795538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DNbVTq91I/AAAAAAAAB8M/OEC-_KWWS_U/s1600-h/Chris-Colfer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DNbVTq91I/AAAAAAAAB8M/OEC-_KWWS_U/s320/Chris-Colfer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436070619696002898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the show.&lt;br /&gt;And in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DNNFfk2FI/AAAAAAAAB8E/fELrwBBx2UU/s1600-h/Chris-Colfer-Photoshoot-glee-9539125-720-576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DNNFfk2FI/AAAAAAAAB8E/fELrwBBx2UU/s320/Chris-Colfer-Photoshoot-glee-9539125-720-576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436070374932797522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the first time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Spencer said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;seems to be a pattern for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DSFgKpBeI/AAAAAAAAB8k/7dGvgFtNuhg/s1600-h/1x18-promo-stills-d-chuck-bass-1323017-967-1450-379x569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DSFgKpBeI/AAAAAAAAB8k/7dGvgFtNuhg/s320/1x18-promo-stills-d-chuck-bass-1323017-967-1450-379x569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436075742211933666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DTkK4NxVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/uSQiA0BMg2Q/s1600-h/matthew.shepard-252x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DTkK4NxVI/AAAAAAAAB8s/uSQiA0BMg2Q/s320/matthew.shepard-252x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436077368585078098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Guy I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not posting pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're my friend, then you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DPLlH2sUI/AAAAAAAAB8U/xarlFEKQhiU/s1600-h/chris-colfer-H-Magazine-glee-9307208-365-604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DPLlH2sUI/AAAAAAAAB8U/xarlFEKQhiU/s320/chris-colfer-H-Magazine-glee-9307208-365-604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436072548086755650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hooked.&lt;br /&gt;Love Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DUJrdezeI/AAAAAAAAB80/qxb9-7SgCi0/s1600-h/tv_glee03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DUJrdezeI/AAAAAAAAB80/qxb9-7SgCi0/s320/tv_glee03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436078012986478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Britt!&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/519327198474078585-3011457369836903256?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/3011457369836903256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=3011457369836903256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/3011457369836903256?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/3011457369836903256?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-curious-recurrent-pattern.html' title='My Curious Recurrent Pattern'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S3DMMJt3PGI/AAAAAAAAB70/u36eDggoe_Y/s72-c/GLEE_Wallpaper_by_RandomPandemonium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0cAQ346eip7ImA9WxBWFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-7605399672726662670</id><published>2010-02-06T19:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:57:22.012-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-02-06T20:57:22.012-07:00</app:edited><title>My Snap-worthy Moment</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know what I hate about school. Maybe the one tiny thing I hate about my major. No, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;the reading. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do English Majors do&lt;/span&gt;? They learn about literature. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt; They write a lot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt; They develop personal opinions. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt; And what do they do with those? They &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;share&lt;/span&gt; them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Out Loud&lt;/span&gt;. In front of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt; That is what I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking in class. People think I'm really quiet, but I don't need to be a pain in everybody else's butt by speaking a lot. I'm still gonna learn. Actually, I don't care about the others. I just hate talking in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creative Day&lt;/span&gt; in Brit. Lit. and we had to share our Romantic Poems, and I had no interest in sharing my poem, but according to my group, mine was the best, and Prof. Eastley said at least one person from each group should share their poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had to read mine, I was feeling terrible. I said, and I quote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This is the first time I speak up in class... probably will be the only one. I'm sorry about my language being so simple, but my first language is Spanish so..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He who lifts me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, with his angel eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Vast and starred like the bright blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;Comes to me, and beside me lies,&lt;br /&gt;Whispers he’d never make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;Both thin and strong the bond that us ties,&lt;br /&gt;In silence and tears, we’ve wanted to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, who suffers my misery,&lt;br /&gt;Cries my pain and my blue sad story&lt;br /&gt;Need I an answer to my query?&lt;br /&gt;Need I a love, a promise, and glory?&lt;br /&gt;Or do I just dream of this sublime scenery?&lt;br /&gt;Would I drown if he weren’t sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, who wiped away my tears,&lt;br /&gt;When he found me broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;Stays and frees me of my fears&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know the beauty’s started&lt;br /&gt;Knowing him for long warm years&lt;br /&gt;Sorrow filled me once we’d parted.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was done, Tanner, this kid that was in my 291 class last semester, started snapping like crazy and turned and said "That was awesome!" They said it was very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blakish. &lt;/span&gt;Funny considering I was trying to follow Lord Byron's style. Well, Blake's pretty awesome too. Apparently it was because I talk about loss. Prof. Eastley said it was really hard to write a serious poem... and mine was. I was embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having attention drawn to me! But honestly, it was great to be in the spotlight for having done something good and snap-worthy. It was a scary feeling. A great scary feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-7605399672726662670?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/7605399672726662670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=7605399672726662670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7605399672726662670?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7605399672726662670?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-snap-worthy-moment.html' title='My Snap-worthy Moment'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkQGRnk8cSp7ImA9WxBXGE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-4790519020001104617</id><published>2010-01-29T19:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:58:47.779-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-29T19:58:47.779-07:00</app:edited><title>My Writing Reward</title><content type='html'>I wrote a short story for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Writing Fiction&lt;/span&gt; class. Those classes intimidate me. Mainly because your classmates read your work and critique it. Constructive criticism or not, it's always hard for a writer to get bad reviews because you grow so attached to your work. It's your own personal baby. It came out of you and you don't want anybody to hurt it. But you have to let it go out there and gain experience... live on its own. If that makes any sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why reading stuff like this triggers something inside you... and you can't help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2OfX0eBYhI/AAAAAAAAB7s/AQu0GyIQ_v0/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2OfX0eBYhI/AAAAAAAAB7s/AQu0GyIQ_v0/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432360807109321234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-4790519020001104617?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/4790519020001104617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=4790519020001104617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4790519020001104617?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4790519020001104617?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-writing-reward.html' title='My Writing Reward'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2OfX0eBYhI/AAAAAAAAB7s/AQu0GyIQ_v0/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIFQ3czeip7ImA9WxBXF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-556344353838640307</id><published>2010-01-28T20:19:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:41:52.982-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-29T11:41:52.982-07:00</app:edited><title>My New Real Life Obsession</title><content type='html'>After I finished watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I wouldn't find a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; obsession. Kim tried to get me into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firefly&lt;/span&gt;, and even though I don't mind watching it, I don't love it. Britt told me I could watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt;, I'm still working on it. I've only seen the first episode. It looks promising, so we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new rewarding obsession, though, called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Britt &amp;amp; Kyle&lt;/span&gt;. I just can't get enough of them. I have created a new folder on iPhoto that is only for all the pictures I'll take of them before they get married and Britt moves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2Jb3VA2weI/AAAAAAAAB60/7LiszGdN-vY/s1600-h/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2Jb3VA2weI/AAAAAAAAB60/7LiszGdN-vY/s320/DSC05195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432005106653905378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2Jb3-VyNgI/AAAAAAAAB68/7JG5IeRc99s/s1600-h/DSC05198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2Jb3-VyNgI/AAAAAAAAB68/7JG5IeRc99s/s320/DSC05198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432005117747541506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2JtibgQcmI/AAAAAAAAB7M/mytXAT8WxvA/s1600-h/DSC05211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2JtibgQcmI/AAAAAAAAB7M/mytXAT8WxvA/s320/DSC05211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432024538828272226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;? I'm in love with them. They are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cute. They're my favorite. I really am gonna miss them once they're gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2JuWN-EvsI/AAAAAAAAB7U/B-URaMGldrA/s1600-h/DSC05216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2JuWN-EvsI/AAAAAAAAB7U/B-URaMGldrA/s320/DSC05216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432025428548435650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me ampayaron&lt;/span&gt;! At least Kyle did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ampayar (v.)&lt;/span&gt; - When you catch a person doing something compromising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ampay (n.)&lt;/span&gt; - The fact of getting caught or catching someone doing something compromising.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Kyle and Britt must be thinking I'm the weirdest most random roommate Britt's ever had. No, probably not. I mean I'm a tiny bit weird, but I know Kyle and Britt love me, and it feels great. I just think that when you see something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly beautiful&lt;/span&gt;, you just have to remember it forever. And I will keep their pictures forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Britt, Kim and Kyle are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;best roommates&lt;/span&gt; I've ever had... lol, Kyle is family. He just doesn't sleep over, but he makes food for us sometimes! Great food too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Britt got me into the habit of going to bed early, which has helped me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note and since these are the people in my life... this is Nate Montgomery, my best American &lt;i&gt;Single&lt;/i&gt; Guy Friend! - Spencer Brady and Sam Stewart are two of my male best friends that are &lt;i&gt;married&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2Jb4jRN_fI/AAAAAAAAB7E/iOb0kTcfVsM/s1600-h/DSC05180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2Jb4jRN_fI/AAAAAAAAB7E/iOb0kTcfVsM/s320/DSC05180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432005127660502514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my all-time best friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;et vice versailles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Paul Cabranes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;He came to visit me because I've been sick the whole week and am now recovering. &lt;/span&gt;We took so many pictures before we both were satisfied with one... and tomorrow we'll continue - just because I said so. So this is us. Not as great looking as Britt &amp;amp; Kyle, but we try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2MnQtSA0UI/AAAAAAAAB7k/YL9p2KxNcRE/s1600-h/DSC05220-d2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&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/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2MnQtSA0UI/AAAAAAAAB7k/YL9p2KxNcRE/s320/DSC05220-d2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228743525486914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-556344353838640307?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/556344353838640307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=556344353838640307&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/556344353838640307?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/556344353838640307?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-real-life-obsession.html' title='My New Real Life Obsession'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S2Jb3VA2weI/AAAAAAAAB60/7LiszGdN-vY/s72-c/DSC05195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIMQX4-fyp7ImA9WxBXFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-11436097307908563</id><published>2010-01-25T14:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:29:40.057-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-25T15:29:40.057-07:00</app:edited><title>My Random Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S14ZybyeL5I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/qm8xgT8prIY/s1600-h/DSC05190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S14ZybyeL5I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/qm8xgT8prIY/s320/DSC05190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430806554899001234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bed. Sick. I feel like crap. No idea what's going on either. My mom says it's my poor nutrition. I eat, I promise. I just don't eat healthy enough, so she says I'm lacking vitamins. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self: Buy Multi Vitamins Supplement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, college. And the life of a college student that thinks she can handle 15 credits, 20 hours of work, 4 hours of daily reading and 2 hours of daily writing give or take-- plus a social life and at least a daily hour of Dexter. Too much for one tiny person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... things like these make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S14Zy40hnvI/AAAAAAAAB6g/IVpZq9GhSwI/s1600-h/DSC05187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S14Zy40hnvI/AAAAAAAAB6g/IVpZq9GhSwI/s320/DSC05187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430806562692243186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I'm obsessed with Britt and Kyle, but they're just lovely together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S14ZzWsCEEI/AAAAAAAAB6o/gtmao1wkV9U/s1600-h/DSC05193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S14ZzWsCEEI/AAAAAAAAB6o/gtmao1wkV9U/s320/DSC05193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430806570709684290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice notes I received from guys in my ward. That made me happy too. I need to send some next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-11436097307908563?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/11436097307908563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=11436097307908563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/11436097307908563?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/11436097307908563?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-random-notes.html' title='My Random Notes'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S14ZybyeL5I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/qm8xgT8prIY/s72-c/DSC05190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQCQXg9cCp7ImA9WxBXEko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-1016818426652907562</id><published>2010-01-23T13:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:26:00.668-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-23T13:26:00.668-07:00</app:edited><title>My Hunting Season</title><content type='html'>I'm seriously thinking it's marriage season or something. I'd need more than my two hands to count how many people that I know are engaged or have just gotten married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite though, are these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S1tan-QM__I/AAAAAAAAB54/RUanwN2Oa2w/s1600-h/DSC05164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S1tan-QM__I/AAAAAAAAB54/RUanwN2Oa2w/s320/DSC05164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430033418497622002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Kyle and Britt. They are precious. I'm super excited I got to take a picture of them. Britt's my roommate and Kyle is her fiance--obviously. They're getting married on May 6th! I love them. Britt's great and beautiful and Kyle's super nice and funny. They are the perfect couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. They know I'm posting this picture of them, so I'm not being creepy--at least not without their consent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-1016818426652907562?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/1016818426652907562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=1016818426652907562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/1016818426652907562?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/1016818426652907562?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hunting-season.html' title='My Hunting Season'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S1tan-QM__I/AAAAAAAAB54/RUanwN2Oa2w/s72-c/DSC05164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMGRn08cSp7ImA9WxBQFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-7412762097639879285</id><published>2010-01-16T18:13:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:40:27.379-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-16T18:40:27.379-07:00</app:edited><title>My New Signature Word Would Be Funny If It Weren't Bad</title><content type='html'>So I've finished Dexter. Actually I finished it this morning at 5 am. I cried a little with the ending of season 4. It was crazy. Crazy Awesome. Dexter is def the most awesome show ever. I'm obsessed with it. Just ask my roommates. I bought seasons 1, 2 and 3 today, didn't buy 4 because it's not out yet, but season 4 is definitely my favorite. I can't wait for season 5 to start airing in September. It seems so far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm officially a Business minor, and I get to graduate next April. I can't believe I'm almost done with school. When my parents come here and see me walking wearing my cap and gown, they'll know their sacrifice was worth it. Because I'll be somebody. Not just Nadia Reategui, but Nadia Reategui, BYU graduate student - which sounds so much better than just boring old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck yea, my parents will be proud of me. About time I did something to show them they raised me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of parents, 22 years ago, my mom married my dad in the Lima Peru Temple and 8 months later, on September 22nd, along came Nadia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September's a great month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, I guess you wanna know what my signature word is... Sorry can't say, after all, my blog is rated PG-13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-7412762097639879285?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/7412762097639879285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=7412762097639879285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7412762097639879285?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/7412762097639879285?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-signature-word-would-be-funny-if.html' title='My New Signature Word Would Be Funny If It Weren&apos;t Bad'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4NR3Y5eSp7ImA9WxBQEEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-65000005277078870</id><published>2010-01-09T17:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:56:36.821-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-09T17:56:36.821-07:00</app:edited><title>My "Do not read if you're easily disturbed"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The following ideas might disturb some readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm warning you. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you wanna keep reading. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep in mind I tend to be dramatic. I'm a writer. Yeah, like that's an excuse for everything... but it kind of is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... enjoy. Ironic, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S0khrg6ZHcI/AAAAAAAAB4E/G1wf9uT9PJw/s1600-h/dexter0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S0khrg6ZHcI/AAAAAAAAB4E/G1wf9uT9PJw/s320/dexter0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424904257597414850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new obsession. I'm pretty fond of TV shows, anything that takes you away from reality, to be honest, that's why I like books. I watch Scrubs, Desperate Housewives, The Secret Life of the American Teenager and Gossip Girl... at least, those are current shows that I've watched entirely and continue to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest addition to that huge list includes the most amazing show ever, at least for me, since I'm the kind of person that likes creepy stuff that keeps you on the edge of your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dexter_%28TV_series%29"&gt;wtf is Dexter?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished Season 1 and it's been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remarkable&lt;/span&gt; experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just googled it or followed my link to know what the fuss is about, now you might be like wtf... I accept I'm sort of messed up and might need therapy after catching up on all of the seasons that are out. But hey, it's not like I don't need therapy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. I'm freaking out already... and loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo. I'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-65000005277078870?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/65000005277078870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=65000005277078870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/65000005277078870?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/65000005277078870?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-do-not-read-if-youre-easily.html' title='My &quot;Do not read if you&apos;re easily disturbed&quot;'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S0khrg6ZHcI/AAAAAAAAB4E/G1wf9uT9PJw/s72-c/dexter0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4BRHg_eSp7ImA9WxBQEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-6909638141582757348</id><published>2010-01-08T18:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T19:42:35.641-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-08T19:42:35.641-07:00</app:edited><title>My Circus Tiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's money lenders inside the temple&lt;br /&gt;That circus tiger's gonna break your heart&lt;br /&gt;Something so wild turned into paper&lt;br /&gt;If I loved you, well, that's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's money lenders inside the temple&lt;br /&gt;This crystal city's gonna fall apart&lt;br /&gt;When all their power turns into vapor&lt;br /&gt;If I miss you, well, that's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I'm a little drama queen. Okay, I knew that already. But my life's like a rollercoaster and I'm in the middle of my own circus, and there's a tiger that I haven't been able to tame. But it's the most beautiful tiger of all time. And I want it to eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me. I'm a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, I just got done with my first week of school. I'm loving my classes so far though there's a humongous amount of reading to do. It's crazy. I'm going to bed at 11 and I'm reading all day. No TV at all. I'm impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, I activated my 2 first firewalls EVER!! I don't know why but I'm hecka excited about that. Sometimes I think I'm a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a true geek, I have started the list with the names I want for my kids. Please see the sidebar. If you wanna comment on how silly I am, feel free to do it too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-6909638141582757348?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/6909638141582757348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=6909638141582757348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/6909638141582757348?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/6909638141582757348?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-circus-tiger.html' title='My Circus Tiger'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8DQ3Y7fCp7ImA9WxBRFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-5546856437899930684</id><published>2010-01-03T13:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:47:52.804-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-03T20:47:52.804-07:00</app:edited><title>My Matthew Shepard Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S0EVfUAfZ9I/AAAAAAAAB38/7xhjETxJaWw/s1600-h/matthew_shepard_head_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S0EVfUAfZ9I/AAAAAAAAB38/7xhjETxJaWw/s320/matthew_shepard_head_shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422639054021683154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On October 6, 1998 Matthew Shepard was attacked by Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson in Laramie, WY. Matt Shepard was a 21-year-old UW student who happened to be gay. He was beaten up with the butt of McKinney's gun, tied up to a fence and left for dead. He was found 18 hours later and he was in a coma. He remained in the coma for 6 days and finally died on October 12 in a hospital in Fort Collins, CO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the book Judy Shepard (Matthew's mom) wrote called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Meaning of Matthew: My Son's Murder in Laramie and a World Transformed &lt;/span&gt;and read it all in only a day and it already made its way to my favorite books list. It's a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done so much research on the Matthew Shepard case, and believe it or not Mormons are mentioned a lot in it. The doctor that treated Matthew in Colorado graduated from BYU. The Senator that approved and supported the Matthew Shepard act was a Mormon, and not too good but still Mormon related, Russell Henderson was a Mormon. He was inactive and obviously got excommunicated from the Church after Shepard's murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both McKinney and Henderson are serving life sentences without the possibility of parole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy Shepard is now an activist fighting for gay rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is my say on the matter?&lt;/span&gt; I believe gay people are still people and should get every right that straight people have. I do not agree with gay marriage though, when I say rights, I mean every right stated in the US Constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How has this affected my life?&lt;/span&gt; I want to go to Law School. One of my goals is to take the LSAT this year.&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/519327198474078585-5546856437899930684?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/5546856437899930684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=5546856437899930684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/5546856437899930684?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/5546856437899930684?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-matthew-shepard-story.html' title='My Matthew Shepard Story'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/S0EVfUAfZ9I/AAAAAAAAB38/7xhjETxJaWw/s72-c/matthew_shepard_head_shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAGQn86eip7ImA9WxBRFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-9216189554142780554</id><published>2009-12-26T21:12:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T15:28:43.112-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-01-03T15:28:43.112-07:00</app:edited><title>My White Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, my Christmas was pretty cool. Probably the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've had since I moved to Provo.&lt;br /&gt;We had other plans initially but they didn't turn out the way we had planned them so we had to settle for something quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larissa and I bought chicken and I made stuffing - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which turned out gross&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; there goes my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attempt at trying to make American food&lt;/span&gt; - and rice - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which wasn't too great either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, I know how could I mess up rice?!&lt;/span&gt; - and raspberry trifle - now that was pretty&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had FHE on Christmas Eve with my family through Skype, something we had never done before, but we should have because that made our night almost perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Then Larissa and I exchanged presents and we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gave Christ our presents for him for this year. &lt;/span&gt;We ate and simultaneously my parents and little sis in Peru did too. It was really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is about Christ and family. And this year mine really was.&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas morning we made our first gingerbread house ever. Ok, I pretty much did, but Larissa helped a bit too, and I only wanted to have her with me. I don't like being alone.&lt;br /&gt;I love her. She's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News - I've changed my blog layout and I think it's pretty cool. With the new year coming up, I was thinking I would just change the way my blog looks to something happier and girlier. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you listen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgNsBOBJI/AAAAAAAAB30/bc1k738LkG8/s1600-h/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgNsBOBJI/AAAAAAAAB30/bc1k738LkG8/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419765727346164882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgNIH6BiI/AAAAAAAAB3s/mOPqgnktJbk/s1600-h/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgNIH6BiI/AAAAAAAAB3s/mOPqgnktJbk/s320/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419765717710538274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgFLS0v2I/AAAAAAAAB3k/Pm1mgHkwNuI/s1600-h/-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgFLS0v2I/AAAAAAAAB3k/Pm1mgHkwNuI/s320/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419765581122682722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgE1aMlQI/AAAAAAAAB3c/DQ7cBkXP6TE/s1600-h/-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgE1aMlQI/AAAAAAAAB3c/DQ7cBkXP6TE/s320/-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419765575248024834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgEvcxhcI/AAAAAAAAB3U/PyYm14ekP2U/s1600-h/-8e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgEvcxhcI/AAAAAAAAB3U/PyYm14ekP2U/s320/-8e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419765573648221634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgEJx7AjI/AAAAAAAAB3M/z6jUcSAr3mE/s1600-h/-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgEJx7AjI/AAAAAAAAB3M/z6jUcSAr3mE/s320/-10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419765563536376370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgD0JUoBI/AAAAAAAAB3E/oHGXKw6O5Ts/s1600-h/-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgD0JUoBI/AAAAAAAAB3E/oHGXKw6O5Ts/s320/-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419765557728944146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-9216189554142780554?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/9216189554142780554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=9216189554142780554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/9216189554142780554?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/9216189554142780554?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-white-christmas.html' title='My White Christmas'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-Z5tUoR1yns/SzbgNsBOBJI/AAAAAAAAB30/bc1k738LkG8/s72-c/-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEBR3Y8fyp7ImA9WxBSEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-4122404846452190743</id><published>2009-12-18T20:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:24:16.877-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-18T21:24:16.877-07:00</app:edited><title>Inspiration has a new name</title><content type='html'>I've been having writer's block for a while now. It's funny how every time I see this particular person suddenly I feel like I could write anything and everything. O how the mind of a writer works. It's biased by feelings. Writers also feel you know. I should know. It's hard to get inspired when you live in a place like Provo, where everything reminds you of tests and papers, but you can find inspiration in the weirdest places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O and if you haven't noticed , it's Christmas time. And Santa Claus is coming to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-4122404846452190743?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/4122404846452190743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=4122404846452190743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4122404846452190743?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4122404846452190743?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/12/inspiration-has-new-name.html' title='Inspiration has a new name'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEIDSXo_fCp7ImA9WxBTGU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-2536584870308681349</id><published>2009-12-15T17:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:16:18.444-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-15T17:16:18.444-07:00</app:edited><title>Finals Week is when I read everything but class material</title><content type='html'>I just really like this quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was something to hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And something to torture himself over."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very true. And you'd never guess which book I got it from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-2536584870308681349?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/2536584870308681349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=2536584870308681349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/2536584870308681349?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/2536584870308681349?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/12/finals-week-is-when-i-read-everything.html' title='Finals Week is when I read everything but class material'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cEQ3w8cCp7ImA9WxBTF0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-6553578346032447695</id><published>2009-12-13T17:03:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:36:42.278-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-13T17:36:42.278-07:00</app:edited><title>Not trying to be cocky or anything</title><content type='html'>I got the highest grade on 2 of the 3 midterms we had this semester in my French class. I'm not gonna lie, I planned it, ever since I found out our prof liked to say who got the highest grade in front of the class. I wanted the spotlight and I got it. Twice. Out of 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our review on Saturday, my teacher, as always, said who got the highest grade and it was me. Then this girl turned around and said: Can I ask you a question? I nodded. How do you do so well? You never talk in class. You're very quiet. You never ask questions. I always do and I don't do as well as I... think I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Robin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- that was her name - &lt;/span&gt;I don't really do much. If I may say so myself, I think I'm a natural for languages. There's no secret, I just do well... so can't help you there. And fyi you don't need to talk like crazy in class or be a show-off to actually learn stuff. My grades are proof of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel good about myself. And heaven knows I can really use anything that boosts my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-6553578346032447695?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/6553578346032447695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=6553578346032447695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/6553578346032447695?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/6553578346032447695?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-trying-to-be-cocky-or-anything.html' title='Not trying to be cocky or anything'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMFRXs-eip7ImA9WxNaGEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-4421498393703769284</id><published>2009-12-03T17:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:26:54.552-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-03T17:26:54.552-07:00</app:edited><title>Recap of the latest</title><content type='html'>I spent Thanksgiving in Kent, WA with Danielle's family. Those were some seriously relaxing and awesome 4 days. I gained 2 pounds while I was there, which is less than what I expected so it's not too bad. So my total weight gain since I came to Provo is 5 pounds. Seriously I need to lose those pounds or I'll end up being last year's huge disgusting pig again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dating life is confusing. Well, actually I never know when something's a date so let's just say I've had none, though I might be lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading my Scriptures as I was told and that has made a big change in my life and in the way I face daily challenges. Little things do make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we had a ward activity to go see the Temple lights... and the JS Movie. I'm not gonna lie, I did not want to go. I'd seen the JS Movie twice before that Monday, what I never told anyone was that I actually fell asleep both of those times. On Monday tho, after something cool happened before the movie, I actually paid attention to it and I felt the Spirit so strong that I actually felt and knew that JS was a true prophet and I felt grateful for being a member of the Church. It was a great spiritual experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Nate was supposed to come over and watch 21 with me, but unpredictable as he is I ended up going to his apt to watch it there, which was totally cool. 21 is a great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I was a lazy bum. I also got into this weird mood and ended up telling Kim and Karen that I wanted to watch Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice. Me?! I hate that movie. But for some reason - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm totally lying, I know why &lt;/span&gt;- I really wanted to watch it, and to be honest I enjoyed it... maybe a little too much. But man, that Mr. Darcy sure knows how to play his cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-4421498393703769284?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/4421498393703769284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=4421498393703769284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4421498393703769284?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4421498393703769284?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/12/recap-of-latest.html' title='Recap of the latest'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYEQns6cSp7ImA9WxBSFkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-4784897663412091395</id><published>2009-11-20T17:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:15:03.519-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-12-24T12:15:03.519-07:00</app:edited><title>BTW</title><content type='html'>O, I love Rob Smith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- edit ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ome peop&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;le               come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;o             your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;ife for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a r&lt;/span&gt;eason, t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;                 change &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;t             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nd lea&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; might &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;e              still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;rou&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d       the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; but it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ot &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ow it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;sed t&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;     be, i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t'&lt;/span&gt;s not &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      t&lt;/span&gt;he same. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he w&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;rst i&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;wh&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;n you &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;anno&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; let go and you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ou will &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;ev&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;et go. Y&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;u wa&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;t their influence, or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;aybe jus&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ving the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; was e&lt;/span&gt;nough, but the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s that som&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;             people onl&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;        com&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; to be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ome peop&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;e                 have a            pu&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;pose, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;nly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ome peop&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;e                  only               com&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; so yo&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne of the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;                      I                  knew. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;H&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; appe&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nd left as&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                             s&lt;/span&gt;ilently as h&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; cam&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; will neve&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r &lt;/span&gt;                                           know why &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;r ho&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ut one da&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                          it will all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ke s&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;nse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-4784897663412091395?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/4784897663412091395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=4784897663412091395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4784897663412091395?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/4784897663412091395?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/11/btw.html' title='BTW'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkMCRn87fCp7ImA9WxNbFU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-3874953062813804649</id><published>2009-11-17T16:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:27:47.104-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-17T16:27:47.104-07:00</app:edited><title>Maid Service</title><content type='html'>"Bring me pie," he gestured and because she was so eager for him to talk to her, she hurried up to bring it and finally be close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" her friend said, trying to figure out why she was desperately looking for whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood in the middle of the room and thought of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what &lt;/span&gt;she was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; just asked me to bring him pie," she finally concluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boyfriend? &lt;/span&gt;What is he doing?" her friend asked looking at her with the plate of pumpkin pie in her hands and ready to deliver it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt; with his friends," she said, lovestruck look on her face. "See?" She pointed at him. He was having the time of his life, he just needed one thing and it was up to her to make him completely happy. "But he wants pie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she marched away from her friend, missing only her french maid uniform. The attitude was already there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-3874953062813804649?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/3874953062813804649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=3874953062813804649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/3874953062813804649?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/3874953062813804649?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/11/maid-service.html' title='Maid Service'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkYCSHY9eCp7ImA9WxNUGUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-2035590348597110790</id><published>2009-11-11T09:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:49:29.860-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-11T09:49:29.860-07:00</app:edited><title>Move On</title><content type='html'>I love my bishop. I had never liked talking to the bishop before but it's different with Bishop Hart. I feel so good whenever I talk to him. I have decided to finally do what he's invited me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a chapter a day&lt;/span&gt; of the Book of Mormon or read a talk in the November 2009 Ensign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;twice a day&lt;/span&gt;, in the morning and at night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believing Christ&lt;/span&gt;" by Stephen E. Robinson and read it. (edit: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---- Bought!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;temple weekly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Bishop told me I'm a good person and God only knows how much I've needed to hear that. I also got my Temple Recommend and when he was asking me those questions, I felt the Spirit so strong as I answered positively to each of them. He finally got rid of a doubt I had in my mind ever since I got my Patriarchal Blessing back in 2005. A doubt that killed me a little every day, but now it's gone. The essence of the interview was to move on, the Bishop told me so so many times, God wants me to move on and keep progressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Bishop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-2035590348597110790?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/2035590348597110790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=2035590348597110790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/2035590348597110790?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/2035590348597110790?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/11/move-on.html' title='Move On'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYESHo8cCp7ImA9WxNUFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-519327198474078585.post-757604530935859456</id><published>2009-11-07T13:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T14:41:49.478-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-11-07T14:41:49.478-07:00</app:edited><title>Escaping The World part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a free form essay I have decided to write. It's mainly for me. It helps me in the long run to read what I write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I have noticed there are two things I love and always will. Books and TV. Why do I love them so much? Because they are my way of escaping. Escaping the world that I don't really love. My life is not perfect, it's pretty good and I'm usually happy but sometimes I just feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do today is watch TV. This time I have chosen Gossip Girl. I like escaping, because when I don't like the world I live in, there's always a book or a TV show I can enter and be part of. A world that no matter how messed up it may be, I enjoy being a part of... because in the end, there's always a happy ending in store and I know it'll come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/519327198474078585-757604530935859456?l=nadia-key.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/feeds/757604530935859456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=519327198474078585&amp;postID=757604530935859456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/757604530935859456?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/519327198474078585/posts/default/757604530935859456?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadia-key.blogspot.com/2009/11/escaping-world-part-i.html' title='Escaping The World part I'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15484672650017897531</uri><email>nadia.reategui@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08363535552225866034'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>