<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672</id><updated>2011-10-12T00:34:03.439-07:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='movies and tv'/><title type='text'>clarissa explains it all</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm just sayin...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>373</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1434289525421412473</id><published>2011-08-02T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T23:15:04.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick!  I need your help!!</title><content type='html'>Okay loyal readers, I need some help. As you know, I'm starting my event planning business(!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a blog (and website) for said business and I want to regularly post 2-3 posts per week. I want to have the same type of post on the same day each week. For example, Utahbrideblog.com has 'flower Friday' every Friday (obviously). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what 'themes' should I have?  And on what days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!! You're the bestest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-1434289525421412473?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1434289525421412473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1434289525421412473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1434289525421412473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1434289525421412473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-i-need-your-help.html' title='Quick!  I need your help!!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-338819391012973976</id><published>2011-06-20T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:09:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oui oui</title><content type='html'>I was turned on to my favorite blog, Jordan Ferney's &lt;a href="http://www.ohhappyday.com"&gt;Oh Happy Day&lt;/a&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.meplusblogequalsawesome.blogspot.com"&gt;toadie&lt;/a&gt; about two years ago. Until I started reading it, planning parties for a living and filling life with beautiful things was something I had never thought I could do. It was for fancier people with fancier, more fantastic lives than mine. I had an epiphany one day after reading a post of hers--nothing is stopping me from doing these things. The only person holding me back was me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two years later, I'm following my dream--trying to build my business as a party planner and filling my life and our home with pretty things. Oh happy day(s) indeed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping I can meet my life-changing hero in Paris later this year! She's running a contest and will fly the winner to Paris to meet her and share all the fun places she's been finding while living there with her husband and two cute little boys. Check out her blog (and don't feel weird if you go through every page, I totally did--she's an inspiration!) right here: &lt;a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris"&gt;http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-338819391012973976?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/338819391012973976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=338819391012973976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/338819391012973976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/338819391012973976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/oui-oui.html' title='Oui oui'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6106440363150371718</id><published>2011-06-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:27:35.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>I am sooo cranky today. I have no idea why. Just miss cranky pants for no reason:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a nap I think. Maybe that will help. I have exciting news that I just can't share while this grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beingnessasary.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/cranky1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="320" src="http://beingnessasary.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/cranky1.jpg" /&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/7167798784011194672-6106440363150371718?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6106440363150371718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6106440363150371718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6106440363150371718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6106440363150371718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/06/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-4067690050567518697</id><published>2011-05-26T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:33:19.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Ratliff home. Probably don't breathe while you're here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/010911/SW-nothing-i-need-to-work-is-working-at-all.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="547" width="600" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/010911/SW-nothing-i-need-to-work-is-working-at-all.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True story. Ugh. We can't both be sick!!! This is the worst idea in the history of ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-4067690050567518697?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4067690050567518697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=4067690050567518697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4067690050567518697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4067690050567518697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/welcome-to-ratliff-home-probably-dont.html' title='Welcome to the Ratliff home. Probably don&apos;t breathe while you&apos;re here.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-2970615160949903132</id><published>2011-05-26T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:08:16.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back back back</title><content type='html'>I am ashamed. I keep letting letting letting myself not blog, saying I'll do it tomorrow, I have nothing to say today. Well to that I say, "bs self. You literally always have something(s) on your mind.". So. I'm back. From outer space. Or just the real world. And here is my first blog back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God expects you to have enough faith and determination and enough trust in Him to keep moving, keep living, keep rejoicing. In fact, He expects you not simply to face the future (that sounds pretty grim and stoic); He expects you to embrace and shape the future--to love it and rejoice in it and delight in your opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;God is anxiously waiting for the chance to answer your prayers and fulfill your dreams, just as He always has. But He can't if you don't pray, and He can't if you don't dream. In short, He can't if you don't believe.&lt;/b&gt;" -Jeffrey R. Holland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you just get the chills in the 'holy-cow-i-need-to-stop-holding-myself-back' style?  I totally did. So if you don't kind, I'm going to get to dreaming:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow--PROMISE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-2970615160949903132?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2970615160949903132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2970615160949903132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2970615160949903132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2970615160949903132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-back-back.html' title='Back back back'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7710348454878596634</id><published>2011-04-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:57:32.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love rainbows! and stars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's some big news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/091807/im-a-quitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/091807/im-a-quitter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i quit my job on monday.&amp;nbsp; it feels really good to just be able to...&lt;b&gt;be&lt;/b&gt;...for a little bit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also: i'm thinking about throwing in a business ed minor.&amp;nbsp; any uvu-ers have advice on business classes/professors to take/avoid??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-7710348454878596634?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7710348454878596634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=7710348454878596634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7710348454878596634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7710348454878596634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-rainbows-and-stars.html' title='i love rainbows! and stars!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5826069269918177392</id><published>2011-03-30T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:05:41.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is the scariest thing you ever saw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;answer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="292" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/011711/freaky-freaky.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[nataliedee.com]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the only thing scarier would be if it also had spider legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7167798784011194672-5826069269918177392?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5826069269918177392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5826069269918177392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5826069269918177392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5826069269918177392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-scariest-thing-you-ever-saw.html' title='what is the scariest thing you ever saw?'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6175765298601584206</id><published>2011-03-29T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:33:31.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would you like to see some photos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i knew you would:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSmggh9y_3k/TX8JDE4uCxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1sY_Z2rVXvo/s1600/IMG_4019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSmggh9y_3k/TX8JDE4uCxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1sY_Z2rVXvo/s400/IMG_4019.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[look at my handsome &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;husband&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!!!]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://heatherabbottphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;heatherabbottphotography.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cannot wait to see more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;additionally: i hereby swear to begin blogging everyday.&amp;nbsp; but only if you swear to comment and/or care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[also: stay tuned for news about Risceptions--the coolest event planning business on the block!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-6175765298601584206?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6175765298601584206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6175765298601584206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6175765298601584206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6175765298601584206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/03/would-you-like-to-see-some-photos.html' title='would you like to see some photos?'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vSmggh9y_3k/TX8JDE4uCxI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1sY_Z2rVXvo/s72-c/IMG_4019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3034324476413059274</id><published>2011-02-28T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:45:39.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l3C0tzH7mrI/TWyjG0qlBRI/AAAAAAAAASI/TfZD1g6Acfs/s1600/5466377019_7a831bd3e5_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l3C0tzH7mrI/TWyjG0qlBRI/AAAAAAAAASI/TfZD1g6Acfs/s1600/5466377019_7a831bd3e5_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i am overwhelmed with how lucky i am. &amp;nbsp;i feel like i'm full of warm sparkly rainbows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-3034324476413059274?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3034324476413059274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=3034324476413059274' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3034324476413059274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3034324476413059274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/02/11-days.html' title='11 days'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-l3C0tzH7mrI/TWyjG0qlBRI/AAAAAAAAASI/TfZD1g6Acfs/s72-c/5466377019_7a831bd3e5_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8900109458027679932</id><published>2011-02-03T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T20:50:23.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey winter, what's up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not much here.&amp;nbsp; just hanging out, planning the wedding, going to school...you know, the usual.&amp;nbsp; listen...i think we should break up.&amp;nbsp; it's nothing personal...it's just...well, it's 18 degrees outside and you've just been really &lt;i&gt;cold&lt;/i&gt; lately.&amp;nbsp; and...i've found someone new...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TUuFIIW31fI/AAAAAAAAASE/LkSNdXRMtdQ/s1600/yes+please.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TUuFIIW31fI/AAAAAAAAASE/LkSNdXRMtdQ/s1600/yes+please.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[it's not you, it's me.&amp;nbsp; wanting to not be so cold my skin bleeds.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope we can still be friends.&amp;nbsp; or passing acquaintances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-8900109458027679932?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8900109458027679932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8900109458027679932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8900109458027679932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8900109458027679932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/02/hey-winter-whats-up.html' title='hey winter, what&apos;s up?'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TUuFIIW31fI/AAAAAAAAASE/LkSNdXRMtdQ/s72-c/yes+please.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-4550417225070178398</id><published>2011-01-27T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T23:03:45.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak peek of our engagements!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiffanyjanephotography.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5379925860_527e65b49e_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[Check out my handsome man:)&amp;nbsp; Click the picture to see more!]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiffany Jane is incredible, amazing, fantastic, and awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-4550417225070178398?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4550417225070178398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=4550417225070178398' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4550417225070178398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4550417225070178398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/01/sneak-peek-of-our-engagements.html' title='Sneak peek of our engagements!!!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5246/5379925860_527e65b49e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-2455933093654493429</id><published>2011-01-10T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T21:13:32.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/011011/SW-sleeping-in-nyquils-loving-arms.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the best fiance ever.&amp;nbsp; tevan is taking such good care of me.&amp;nbsp; fingers crossed he doesn't get this too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-2455933093654493429?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2455933093654493429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2455933093654493429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2455933093654493429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2455933093654493429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2011/01/fact.html' title='fact'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6242012526398163266</id><published>2010-12-27T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T01:50:15.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm craving this tonight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRmyhl7cmPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z4bUNYOlfO4/s1600/in+n+out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRmyhl7cmPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z4bUNYOlfO4/s320/in+n+out.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[whaddaya say tevan, 5x5 right when you get here?&amp;nbsp; mmm, those fries look divine!]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-6242012526398163266?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6242012526398163266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6242012526398163266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6242012526398163266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6242012526398163266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-craving-this-tonight.html' title='i&apos;m craving this tonight...'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRmyhl7cmPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/z4bUNYOlfO4/s72-c/in+n+out.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1399521754187390243</id><published>2010-12-26T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:49:11.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to be a happy magnet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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however, i've had a ton on my mind since mid-november that i've been *dying* to talk about and now can, so you can be expecting a deluge of posts:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first of all, i think you need to know:&amp;nbsp; you are now reading the blog of an engaged woman!!!&amp;nbsp; that's right, tevan got me the best present ever for my birthday...a big fat sparkly ring!!:)&amp;nbsp; this is what i've been dying to post about since mid-november!!!&amp;nbsp; and now i can finally talk about!!!&amp;nbsp; that's why i haven't been posting much--i was afraid i'd give it away.&amp;nbsp; anyways, we started talking about it in the middle of november and found "the ring" right before thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; it's perfect!&amp;nbsp; princess cut, with a delicate band, white gold.&amp;nbsp; it's beautiful!&amp;nbsp; the problem is, is i have teeny, tiny baby hands.&amp;nbsp; my ring size is a 4.5 and the one at the store is a 6.5.&amp;nbsp; if they'd resized it, because it was that big of&amp;nbsp;a resize, the diamonds would have fallen out.&amp;nbsp; so we had to order me a brand new one to be made.&amp;nbsp; so.&amp;nbsp; we had found the ring.&amp;nbsp; and we decided since christmas would be the first time we'd be apart in the entire time we've been together (four whole days--kill me), we'd get engaged before christmas.&amp;nbsp; but i had *no idea* when it was coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really wanted jaz and brianon there so i didn't have to re-tell how it happened, i could just immediately be freaking out.&amp;nbsp; tevan knew this, but kept saying he didn't know how he was going to do it.&amp;nbsp; (meanwhile, he had decided around thanksgiving how he was going to do it.)&amp;nbsp; and jaz and b kept asking when tevan was going to talk to them.&amp;nbsp; (he already had, but jaz says once she started lying to me, she couldn't stop.)&amp;nbsp; so...the scene is set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;open:&amp;nbsp; my birthday.&amp;nbsp; tevan woke me up with breakfast sandwiches, which was a perfect way to start the day:)&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/2010/02/rainbow-party.html"&gt;this rainbow party&lt;/a&gt; from jordan ferney's blog was what i wanted (well, that plus everyone wearing party hats!) so brianon and kristina spent all day making me the coolest cake, 10 horizontal layers, each layer a different color.&amp;nbsp; and it was beautiful!&amp;nbsp; i went and got my hair done and felt super pretty and then we went to dinner at noodles and co for *the best* mac and cheese in my whole life.&amp;nbsp; so many of my friends were there and there were about fifty brightly colored balloons all around our table.&amp;nbsp; plus everyone was wearing dinosaur party hats.&amp;nbsp; it was *exactly* what i wanted:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbOgYAQz2I/AAAAAAAAARc/nwkCELzsLJg/s1600/balloons.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbOgYAQz2I/AAAAAAAAARc/nwkCELzsLJg/s320/balloons.bmp" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[balloons!]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbO71KP7HI/AAAAAAAAARg/YcdTPPr3ZDk/s1600/balloons+to+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbO71KP7HI/AAAAAAAAARg/YcdTPPr3ZDk/s320/balloons+to+kids.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[i gave a ballon to every little kid in the restaurant and they were &lt;em&gt;flipping&lt;/em&gt; out:)]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbO-ljOeOI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZSsaZxd4LsI/s1600/friends%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbO-ljOeOI/AAAAAAAAARk/ZSsaZxd4LsI/s320/friends%2521.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[friends!&amp;nbsp; i love your stinking guts!&amp;nbsp; thanks for making my b-day so special!]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after dinner, we went to see "tangled" at my favorite movie theatre.&amp;nbsp; it was &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp; might even be my favorite princess movie now, it was *that* good.&amp;nbsp; if you haven't, go see it.&amp;nbsp; stat.&amp;nbsp; anyways, jaz and b left about twenty minutes before the end.&amp;nbsp; i thought they were just going to the bathroom but they never came back.&amp;nbsp; after the movie was over, i looked at my phone and there was a cryptic text from b:&amp;nbsp; "emergency at stadium terrace, i will call when i know more details.&amp;nbsp; i'm sorry! but the house is clean and the cake is ready and janell will be there to 'run' things."&amp;nbsp; now, you need to know:&amp;nbsp; the last time there was an emergency at stadium terrace, a girl had driven through stadium terrace with her car and pinned a girl to the sink and the girl was in the hospital.&amp;nbsp; so.&amp;nbsp; i'm freaking out that something equally bad had happened and neither b or jaz are texting/calling me back.&amp;nbsp; tevan manages to calm me down finally and we head home.&amp;nbsp; OH!&amp;nbsp; also, the plan was for everyone to come to my house after the movie for cake.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we drive to my house and no one's there.&amp;nbsp; it was really weird because we had been the last ones to leave the theatre.&amp;nbsp; so i was like, "oh no! brianon spent all day making that cake, she's going to be so disappointed no one came, we'll have to eat that whole cake," blah blah blah.&amp;nbsp; and tevan just said something about how we probably just beat them all home.&amp;nbsp; and i went to grab the balloons (we had almost all of them in the car with us) and tevan just told me to leave them and we'd come back to them.&amp;nbsp; i was kind of confused because brianon had told us to bring them in, but i let tevan lead me down to my door.&amp;nbsp; the house was totally dark and he asked me if i wanted my birthday present right then.&amp;nbsp; i said "yes!" and he pulled me onto the grass and handed me an odd shaped package, wrapped in target ads.&amp;nbsp; [nice touch, i love target:)]&amp;nbsp;i opened it and it was one of those camelback water bottles, in blue, that i've been wanting since about august.&amp;nbsp; i was pretty excited about that until he pointed out there was a note on it that said 'open'.&amp;nbsp; i opened it and there was a note in it.&amp;nbsp; i pulled it out and it was an arrow, pointing at tevan.&amp;nbsp; i looked at him and he had a laser pointer in his hand.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[now, you need to know a few things.&amp;nbsp; 1-one of the first times we hung out, tevan and i watched a meteor shower.&amp;nbsp; we almost cuddled but he was too big of a chicken;)&amp;nbsp; anyways, we had talked a little about green laser pointers which are so powerful you can see the beam and point out constellations and stuff.&amp;nbsp; way cool.&amp;nbsp; 2-andrea got me a laser pointer for my last birthday, a normal red one, and i&amp;nbsp;like to&amp;nbsp;shine it on sparkly rings and make the light bounce everywhere.&amp;nbsp; tevan knows this:)&amp;nbsp; 3-we won a normal red laser pointer a few weeks before this on a date to the nickelcade and have been playing with it lots.]&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i was pretty stinking excited about that and was shining it all over the place.&amp;nbsp; it was the most fun and irresponsible gift he could have gotten me (and i told him that). :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i'm shining it all over the place and tevan says, "want to see something else cool?"&amp;nbsp;and i look over at him and he's got a ring box in his hand and is going on one knee.&amp;nbsp; i start jumping up and down, "oh my gosh, oh my gosh!!!" and he takes the laser pointer and opens the ring box and shines it on the ring and light goes everywhere.&amp;nbsp; he says, "will you marry me?" and i says "yes yes yes!!!" and about knock him over, hugging and kissing him.&amp;nbsp; then i hear a *pop* and out of the corner of my eye see...confetti?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[a little more background info.&amp;nbsp; a couple weeks before, we had been watching an episode of glee and sue had some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fm-ICHlnmeU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;confetti cannons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; and it was totally awesome.&amp;nbsp; it became&amp;nbsp;an inside joke for us to say, 'you know what this *whatever* needs?&amp;nbsp; a confetti cannon.']&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; tevan had &lt;em&gt;made&lt;/em&gt; me a confetti cannon!!!&amp;nbsp; and jaz and brianon were on the balcony above our door, recording us getting engaged and firing the confetti cannon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;awesome!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; afterwards, we went over to joanna and janell's house and had cake.&amp;nbsp; it was rainbow-y delicious:)&amp;nbsp; i couldn't stop smiling for hours.&amp;nbsp; not only was it my first birthday with a boyfriend, it was my first (and only) with a fiance! &amp;nbsp;definitely the best birthday i've ever had, by far:)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbPbJwivDI/AAAAAAAAARo/tm77EGa5mQI/s1600/me+%252B+tevan+%252B+cake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbPbJwivDI/AAAAAAAAARo/tm77EGa5mQI/s320/me+%252B+tevan+%252B+cake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[look at that handsome guy:)]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbPkSshENI/AAAAAAAAARs/Sy8Fd7apb3I/s1600/me+%252B+cake%252B+ring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbPkSshENI/AAAAAAAAARs/Sy8Fd7apb3I/s320/me+%252B+cake%252B+ring.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[rainbow cake!&amp;nbsp; and you can see my ring!]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, just so you guys know:&amp;nbsp; the big day is march 12!!!&amp;nbsp; you thought you were bothered by me not blogging, now try me blogging incessantly about the wedding.&amp;nbsp; you can't wait:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i just had finals and joanna and matt's reception to worry about.&amp;nbsp; finals were stressful, to say the least.&amp;nbsp; i ended up with a c, two bs, and an a minus (in wwII -- so proud about that one!).&amp;nbsp; it's nice to not have to worry about school for a while.&amp;nbsp; then we had matt and joanna's reception.&amp;nbsp; it went soooo perfectly!&amp;nbsp; i even got props from an apostle!&amp;nbsp; dallin h. oaks came (apparently he's an uncle of joanna's) and said it was beautiful and that i had done an amazing job.&amp;nbsp; and matt and joanna loved it.&amp;nbsp; and that's what really matters:)&amp;nbsp; it was incredible watching my dream come to fruition.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; the people having their reception there the next&amp;nbsp;night paid to keep the lights up -- $75.&amp;nbsp; pretty awesome, huh? &amp;nbsp;the success reinforced how much&amp;nbsp;i love planning parties:)&amp;nbsp; i'm all in with my business, for sure.&amp;nbsp; i even have a name!&amp;nbsp; ready?&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ceptions&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; and the tag line is:&amp;nbsp; risceptions, parties &amp;amp; more...&amp;nbsp; like it?&amp;nbsp; i love it:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbQFShcXSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yTMAq1I8reM/s1600/reception.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbQFShcXSI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yTMAq1I8reM/s320/reception.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this is the best picture so far, janell has only posted 30 on facebook.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now it's christmas!&amp;nbsp; it's totally awesome being home with the whole family (even danny's here!).&amp;nbsp; and brianon came home with us because she couldn't afford the plane ticket home, so it's fun having her here as well.&amp;nbsp; but it SUCKS being away from tevan.&amp;nbsp; he went home for christmas, and it's only four days, but it's the first time we've spent even a day apart from each other.&amp;nbsp; and i HATE it.&amp;nbsp; i don't ever want to be apart from him again, it's the worst feeling ever:(&amp;nbsp; so i'm trying not to focus on it.&amp;nbsp; i'm trying to keep myself busy reading and hanging out with my family.&amp;nbsp; it's working a little, but i cannot wait to be with him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so...i think that catches us up!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-8321715763206564039?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8321715763206564039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8321715763206564039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8321715763206564039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8321715763206564039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/12/engaged.html' title='engaged!!!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TRbOgYAQz2I/AAAAAAAAARc/nwkCELzsLJg/s72-c/balloons.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-2562198347503388573</id><published>2010-12-04T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T13:03:14.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>member how i'm crazy about this boy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TPqrD-dDfLI/AAAAAAAAARU/GRU0AgWOI_g/s1600/Tevan+with+new+jeep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TPqrD-dDfLI/AAAAAAAAARU/GRU0AgWOI_g/s640/Tevan+with+new+jeep.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[he sure is handsome:)]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know i haven't been posting everyday.&amp;nbsp; here is a makeup post saying what has been going on the past little bit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school school school school school school school school school school school school school school school&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan teva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love love love love love love love love love love love love love  love love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan tevan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception joanna's reception&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so.&amp;nbsp; there's a little peek in my brain. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-2562198347503388573?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2562198347503388573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2562198347503388573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2562198347503388573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2562198347503388573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/12/member-how-im-crazy-about-this-boy.html' title='member how i&apos;m crazy about this boy?'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TPqrD-dDfLI/AAAAAAAAARU/GRU0AgWOI_g/s72-c/Tevan+with+new+jeep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1001847142850574521</id><published>2010-11-23T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T02:54:42.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaaaarrrrrrryyyyyyy potterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we went to see hp7 tonight and it was totally awesome!!! the best part was that we went two hours early and almost no one came to the movie.&amp;nbsp; we could have come ten minutes before and probably got the same seats - but that's okay.&amp;nbsp; i needed the guarantee of sitting by the bar in the front so i could put my feet up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in other news, the weather is supposed to be &lt;b&gt;awful&lt;/b&gt; tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; this might make it so we can't leave tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; in fact, my mom is basically having a panic attack about us driving at all tomorrow, so it's looking like wednesday is the day!&amp;nbsp; fingers crossed it will clear up by then!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today i got to spend some fun time shopping with b and it was the best ever:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how do you guys feel about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*bright events*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-1001847142850574521?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1001847142850574521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1001847142850574521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1001847142850574521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1001847142850574521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/11/haaaaarrrrrrryyyyyyy.html' title='haaaaarrrrrrryyyyyyy potterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5531143806239990950</id><published>2010-11-22T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T01:43:24.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in love i'm in love and i don't care who knows it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i've received several complaints that not only am i not blogging everyday, i continue to write posts about how i'm going to try and start doing it everyday and then don't.&amp;nbsp; i want to apologize for that.&amp;nbsp; i've been a weird combination of lazy and too busy.&amp;nbsp; i know that's a contradiction, but it's the truth.&amp;nbsp; so.&amp;nbsp; here is my official re-commitment to blogging everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fair warning: my posts might be about tevan.&amp;nbsp; every single day.&amp;nbsp; here's why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5iE2CqJkR0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5iE2CqJkR0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[to: tevan&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; from: me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've also got my first client for my yet-to-be-named event planning business!!!!!&amp;nbsp; i'm currently planning a wedding reception in mid-december.&amp;nbsp; it's coming together incredibly well and i'm super excited about everything:)&amp;nbsp; i'm really in need of a name though!&amp;nbsp; what are your thoughts on "bright idea events"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, i'm having the time of my life doing this and i want to keep it going.&amp;nbsp; please please please recommend me!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;also: can't wait to go home this week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-5531143806239990950?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5531143806239990950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5531143806239990950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5531143806239990950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5531143806239990950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-in-love-im-in-love-and-i-dont-care.html' title='i&apos;m in love i&apos;m in love and i don&apos;t care who knows it!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3045850947981072361</id><published>2010-11-19T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T15:02:57.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no way november what</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow.&amp;nbsp; last night was totally totally awesome:)&amp;nbsp; i feel like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*exploding rainbows + confetti canon* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;additionally, i just remembered the &lt;a href="http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-nowthe-moment-youve-all-been.html"&gt;list of 25 things i was going to do before i'm (gulp) 25.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; here is an update.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 things before i'm 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;1.  go to hawaii&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  read the book of mormon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;3.  throw someone i love a giant surprise party&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  read pride and prejudice&lt;br /&gt;5.  get a 4.0 spring semester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;6.  pay off 1/3 of my debt&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  go to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;8.  throw a christmas party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;9.  get a massage&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  get in touch with my best friends from high school&lt;br /&gt;11.  get into the education program&lt;br /&gt;12.  run a 5k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13.  make a music video with jazmin&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  learn to like fruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;15.  do something fun for halloween&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  throw a murder mystery party&lt;br /&gt;17.  go to the temple at least once a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;18.  throw an awesome backyard tea party&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  go to disneyland (for free!)&lt;br /&gt;20.  read 2 classic books&lt;br /&gt;21.  see 2 classic movies&lt;br /&gt;22.  go fishing&lt;br /&gt;23.  compete in a ballroom competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;24.  reboot game night2.0&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  be freaking awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's funny how i have a lot of different priorities since i made this.&amp;nbsp; i know i won't get some of them done, but i'm going to do some.&amp;nbsp; my birthday is in 22 days, so i better get crack a lackin... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-3045850947981072361?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3045850947981072361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=3045850947981072361' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3045850947981072361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3045850947981072361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-way-november-what.html' title='no way november what'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-4244938598332868174</id><published>2010-11-16T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:29:36.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear boyfriend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TOOEPLmOaQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nWAuAXQ6IXg/s1600/i+just+want+to.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TOOEPLmOaQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nWAuAXQ6IXg/s320/i+just+want+to.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love, me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7167798784011194672-4244938598332868174?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4244938598332868174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=4244938598332868174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4244938598332868174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4244938598332868174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/11/dear-boyfriend.html' title='dear boyfriend,'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TOOEPLmOaQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nWAuAXQ6IXg/s72-c/i+just+want+to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7709433057864892002</id><published>2010-11-03T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T03:20:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fact: my brain is inundated with wwII facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TNE2t8AB8xI/AAAAAAAAARM/vn9D3wBi4b0/s1600/keep+calm+and+carry+on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TNE2t8AB8xI/AAAAAAAAARM/vn9D3wBi4b0/s320/keep+calm+and+carry+on.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;and i looooooove it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[and i love &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TI3WFxAqihI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nK34TOnTeso/s1600/awkward+girl+at+work.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; guy.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-7709433057864892002?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7709433057864892002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=7709433057864892002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7709433057864892002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7709433057864892002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/11/fact-my-brain-is-inundated-with-wwii.html' title='fact: my brain is inundated with wwII facts'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TNE2t8AB8xI/AAAAAAAAARM/vn9D3wBi4b0/s72-c/keep+calm+and+carry+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1338442503117764728</id><published>2010-10-28T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T21:39:14.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am pretty sure spiders are minions of the devil himself.</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the scariest thing just happened.&amp;nbsp; here i was, minding my own business on the couch wishing andrea a happy birthday on facebook when all of a sudden i see movement.&amp;nbsp; on the front of my shirt.&amp;nbsp; now.&amp;nbsp; i am not a fembot, so the only thing that could be moving is a foreign object/creature.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that creature was a gigantic spider!!! i started screaming and i ripped my hoodie off and my computer fell on the ground and i tried to flick the spider off but then i couldn't see it and i didn't think i got it and i thought it was still on me and it was so scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brianon had to run out of the bathroom mid-pee to save me.&amp;nbsp; it was so awful.&amp;nbsp; she was so brave.&amp;nbsp; she found it and killed it.&amp;nbsp; and i maybe cried a little.&amp;nbsp; i'll blame it on my cold (the crying) but really it just really scared me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TMpPtBoLB0I/AAAAAAAAARI/th4Bd5bp4ik/s320/spider.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[that is to scale.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TMpPtBoLB0I/AAAAAAAAARI/th4Bd5bp4ik/s1600/spider.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&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/7167798784011194672-1338442503117764728?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1338442503117764728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1338442503117764728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1338442503117764728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1338442503117764728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-pretty-sure-spiders-are-minions-of.html' title='i am pretty sure spiders are minions of the devil himself.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TMpPtBoLB0I/AAAAAAAAARI/th4Bd5bp4ik/s72-c/spider.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-516052292889354238</id><published>2010-10-28T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:02:56.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>operation: start blogging again. (check)</title><content type='html'>guys i am feeling &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/112705/got-a-cold-yall.jpg"&gt;so sick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so stressed about not living up to expectations.&amp;nbsp; i am feeling quite frustrated with myself for abandoning my blog.&amp;nbsp; i did it every single day for almost a year and then i let some dumb boy make me feel like i couldn't talk about what i was thinking.&amp;nbsp; and it is so hard to get back into doing it everyday.&amp;nbsp; several of you have said stuff to me about missing me blogging everyday and i'm really sorry.&amp;nbsp; i keep committing and recommitting myself to doing it and it's just hard to get back into it.&amp;nbsp; especially when you are just one giant snotty mess with a fuzzy head.&amp;nbsp; (on the inside.)&amp;nbsp; and being sick is making me not go to school and that is making me feel even more stress.&amp;nbsp; so here is the thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body: you just need to freaking quit being a buttface/facebutt and stop being sick.&amp;nbsp; immediately.&amp;nbsp; right now.&amp;nbsp; post haste.&amp;nbsp; stat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain:&amp;nbsp; guess what dummy? you just need to sleep.&amp;nbsp; and not during class time.&amp;nbsp; at dark time like a real human does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend:&amp;nbsp; you are lovely.&amp;nbsp; i adore you.&amp;nbsp; forget about that snotty mess you saw yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestie:&amp;nbsp; we can't be sick at the same time!!!!&amp;nbsp; this is the worst.&amp;nbsp; i can't wait to watch copious amounts of television with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazi:&amp;nbsp; we are sad and lost without you.&amp;nbsp; come back to us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self:&amp;nbsp; stop watching scary movies.&amp;nbsp; you don't like them.&amp;nbsp; esp not devil-y ones.&amp;nbsp; stop thinking you have to like them just because it's halloween.&amp;nbsp; that is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone:&amp;nbsp; i've made up my mind.&amp;nbsp; my event planning business will be up and running by the end of january.&amp;nbsp; i'm currently looking for names, so if you help me come up with one, you will win something.&amp;nbsp; and it's going to be something totally awesome, just for your information.&amp;nbsp; i want the name to be something whimsical yet classy, because that's what my events will be:)&amp;nbsp; let the contest begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-516052292889354238?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/516052292889354238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=516052292889354238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/516052292889354238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/516052292889354238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/operation-start-blogging-again-check.html' title='operation: start blogging again. (check)'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5656758593261175936</id><published>2010-10-13T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T14:54:48.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in my bar fight, la grange is playing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm real sorry this has some swears in it.&amp;nbsp; so...keep that in mind before watching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hilarious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vM_10MzkX6k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vM_10MzkX6k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7167798784011194672-5656758593261175936?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5656758593261175936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5656758593261175936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5656758593261175936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5656758593261175936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/in-my-bar-fight-la-grange-is-playing.html' title='in my bar fight, la grange is playing.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5261972195417297978</id><published>2010-10-12T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:57:52.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i read 120 pages todayyyyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="584" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TLVXp61pzRI/AAAAAAAAARE/b0k8kQGJF80/s640/we-are-best-pals.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this is not a comment on anything in particular.&amp;nbsp; just a comment on how i'm a freaker sometimes:)]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TLVXp61pzRI/AAAAAAAAARE/b0k8kQGJF80/s1600/we-are-best-pals.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&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/7167798784011194672-5261972195417297978?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5261972195417297978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5261972195417297978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5261972195417297978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5261972195417297978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-read-120-pages-todayyyyyy.html' title='i read 120 pages todayyyyyy'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TLVXp61pzRI/AAAAAAAAARE/b0k8kQGJF80/s72-c/we-are-best-pals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8789171754917101507</id><published>2010-10-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T01:47:52.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;b is home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;jaz: you can do anything great!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;in other news:&amp;nbsp; i had a full-on panic attack at church today about driving to salt lake that turned into being afraid of failing at life in general.&amp;nbsp; awesome.&amp;nbsp; luckily i have the best boyfriend in the whole world.&amp;nbsp; it's like i have a distress beacon and he has the receiver and knows not only when i need him, but what i need from him.&amp;nbsp; i am the luckiest girl in the world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuflsQ25nnQ"&gt;:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-8789171754917101507?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8789171754917101507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8789171754917101507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8789171754917101507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8789171754917101507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10/10/10'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-863322074569668036</id><published>2010-10-07T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:55:41.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TK7ABI0cuKI/AAAAAAAAARA/X6XJwht7cpk/s1600/i+miss+your+face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TK7ABI0cuKI/AAAAAAAAARA/X6XJwht7cpk/s320/i+miss+your+face.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[you are my person.&amp;nbsp; come home.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7167798784011194672-863322074569668036?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/863322074569668036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=863322074569668036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/863322074569668036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/863322074569668036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern:'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TK7ABI0cuKI/AAAAAAAAARA/X6XJwht7cpk/s72-c/i+miss+your+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-2292729235449262284</id><published>2010-10-06T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T00:27:39.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't get to sleep, i think about the implications...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i felt like this today at work:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TKwksoUJrQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/A4Q87D8NzrA/s1600/ew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TKwksoUJrQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/A4Q87D8NzrA/s320/ew.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ps: does anyone else have a hard time with the new (i guess it's just new for me) blogger thing where you make a new post?&amp;nbsp; like i'll try to hit enter a few times to go down a few lines and it just goes to the beginning of the original line...but there are invisible lines if i arrow down to them...very annoying.&amp;nbsp; is this just on mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-2292729235449262284?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2292729235449262284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2292729235449262284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2292729235449262284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2292729235449262284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-get-to-sleep-i-think-about.html' title='i can&apos;t get to sleep, i think about the implications...'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TKwksoUJrQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/A4Q87D8NzrA/s72-c/ew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-2784113204755237621</id><published>2010-10-04T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:56:25.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>roonil wazlib</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry about the whole "not posting for two weeks" thing.&amp;nbsp; it's been a crazy couple'a weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TKrLw4Q-JDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_67sEdWxyjA/s1600/rev+run.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TKrLw4Q-JDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_67sEdWxyjA/s1600/rev+run.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-2784113204755237621?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2784113204755237621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2784113204755237621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2784113204755237621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2784113204755237621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/10/roonil-wazlib.html' title='roonil wazlib'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TKrLw4Q-JDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_67sEdWxyjA/s72-c/rev+run.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3316304968493780438</id><published>2010-09-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T01:27:51.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pigeons, writing til i die &amp; smartypants.</title><content type='html'>did i kick some major booty and write my whole freaking world war two paper this evening?&amp;nbsp; yes i sure freaking did.&amp;nbsp; six and a half straight hours of writing.&amp;nbsp; i don't know who is writing what i'm writing now because i've lost all capability of logical thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i'm going to dream about pigeons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TJCC8CdSjqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/b0D7G9ULDMI/s640/smartypants.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[smartypants.&amp;nbsp; she knows everything.&amp;nbsp; and her fingernails shine like justice.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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smartypants.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TJCC8CdSjqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/b0D7G9ULDMI/s72-c/smartypants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-2846091846659312961</id><published>2010-09-14T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:21:45.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life explodation &amp; super ily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's 2:15 am.&amp;nbsp; i just finished reading a novel, two and a half textbook chapters, a book report and about two hours of grading work.&amp;nbsp; now i just have about 100 pages to read and a paper determining my grade (aka my life) for my world war two class that's in a format (turabian) that i've never even heard of, let alone used, to do.&amp;nbsp; what's that?&amp;nbsp; it's due in less than 33 hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; who wants to come pick my brain off the floor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TI8wIgULLMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k2rRcg6CZec/s320/super+ily.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[what party is complete without super ily?&amp;nbsp; she has the power of flight, does that do anything for you?&amp;nbsp; how about the power...to move you?]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TI8wIgULLMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k2rRcg6CZec/s1600/super+ily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7167798784011194672-2846091846659312961?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2846091846659312961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2846091846659312961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2846091846659312961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2846091846659312961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/09/life-explodation-super-ily.html' title='life explodation &amp; super ily'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TI8wIgULLMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/k2rRcg6CZec/s72-c/super+ily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1211977638346839640</id><published>2010-09-13T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T00:48:02.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>introducing...super week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on saturday one of my best dreams came true: i *finally* threw my superhero vs supervillain party.&amp;nbsp; i don't want to brag (well...okay, yeah i do), but this was one of my best parties.&amp;nbsp; i wish i could throw parties for a living.&amp;nbsp; everyone always has fun and they'd be even better if i had any money at all!&amp;nbsp; anyways.&amp;nbsp; this week i will be featuring one or two photos in each post.&amp;nbsp; for those of you who came: holla.&amp;nbsp; you are the coolest.&amp;nbsp; hope you had the best time!&amp;nbsp; for those of you who didn't:&amp;nbsp; check out what you missed suckas.&amp;nbsp; for those of you not invited:&amp;nbsp; oopsies.&amp;nbsp; sorry:S&amp;nbsp; i still like you, forgive me?&amp;nbsp; for everyone:&amp;nbsp; next time will be even better.&amp;nbsp; your face will literally be rocked off.&amp;nbsp; be there or be square.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TI3WFxAqihI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nK34TOnTeso/s1600/awkward+girl+at+work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TI3WFxAqihI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nK34TOnTeso/s640/awkward+girl+at+work.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;[awkward girl.&amp;nbsp; i have the power to make people (esp. boys) feel awkward and uncomfortable, sometimes to the point that they pretend i don't exist when i am standing right next to them.&amp;nbsp; my alter ego has this power as well.&amp;nbsp; my powers are so intense they even work on my (cute) boyfriend.]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; stay tuned for more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ps.&amp;nbsp; i never feel sad when people make comments on my blog.&amp;nbsp; unless they are unkind.&amp;nbsp; then you can just watch bambi again ya big dummy.&amp;nbsp; also ashley casey soper, you rock.&amp;nbsp; miss you girl:)&amp;nbsp; hope life is the best!&amp;nbsp; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-1211977638346839640?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1211977638346839640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1211977638346839640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1211977638346839640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1211977638346839640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/09/introducingsuper-week.html' title='introducing...super week!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TI3WFxAqihI/AAAAAAAAAQg/nK34TOnTeso/s72-c/awkward+girl+at+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-426919392907939043</id><published>2010-09-08T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T01:13:25.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how great was today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TIdFgxDFxHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0e7_3VaeEW4/s1600/donut-with-sprinkles-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TIdFgxDFxHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0e7_3VaeEW4/s320/donut-with-sprinkles-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[this great!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-426919392907939043?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/426919392907939043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=426919392907939043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/426919392907939043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/426919392907939043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-great-was-today.html' title='how great was today?'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TIdFgxDFxHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0e7_3VaeEW4/s72-c/donut-with-sprinkles-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6898323798569186994</id><published>2010-09-03T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T02:47:03.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>star light star bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a.imageshack.us/img375/5555/shootingstarlong.png"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://a.imageshack.us/img375/5555/shootingstarlong.png" width="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[the other night tevan and i were stargazing (no shenanigans, just literally looking at the stars and chatting - promise!) and we saw like 7 shooting stars.&amp;nbsp; this almost word for word happened in my brain.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-6898323798569186994?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6898323798569186994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6898323798569186994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6898323798569186994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6898323798569186994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/09/star-light-star-bright.html' title='star light star bright'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-4488848205947696121</id><published>2010-09-01T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:51:55.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smrt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;school has started again and it's looking like it's going to be a great semester.&amp;nbsp; here's the line up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;history of world war two (upper division)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;world civ from 1500 to present&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;history of the american economy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;young adult literature (upper division)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TH4FaT-CQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/e_jEgl2jymU/s1600/i+have+no+special+talents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TH4FaT-CQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/e_jEgl2jymU/s320/i+have+no+special+talents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;it's going to be tough, but i know that if i work hard and do my best that greatness is not only possible but probable.&amp;nbsp; some of my goals for this semester include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;1-get straight a's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;2-get a scholarship for next year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;it can be done.&amp;nbsp; i've just got to work hard, do my best and then the Lord will help with the rest.&amp;nbsp; right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A constant element of enjoyment must be mingled with our studies, so  that we think of learning as a game rather than a form of drudgery, for  no activity can be continued for long if it does not to some extent  afford pleasure to the participant."&amp;nbsp; - Erasmus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-4488848205947696121?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4488848205947696121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=4488848205947696121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4488848205947696121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4488848205947696121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/09/smrt.html' title='smrt'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TH4FaT-CQ2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/e_jEgl2jymU/s72-c/i+have+no+special+talents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5595169397712661771</id><published>2010-08-26T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:25:19.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here eez ze sing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/vQxdw8WwRp0a6bg7UoKJOBNRo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/vQxdw8WwRp0a6bg7UoKJOBNRo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[post script:&amp;nbsp; i think you are the best and i'm sorry life is being so crappy.&amp;nbsp; even though sometimes it feels like we are the picasso's of loneliness, in the words of liz lemon we are actually "the painting elephants of awesome".&amp;nbsp; never give up; never surrender.&amp;nbsp; love love love.&amp;nbsp; also please don't think that the "heart will always belong to you" business up there is lezzy style.&amp;nbsp; it's just normal besties style.&amp;nbsp; jsyk;)]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-5595169397712661771?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5595169397712661771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5595169397712661771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5595169397712661771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5595169397712661771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-eez-ze-sing.html' title='here eez ze sing...'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5926846141983219437</id><published>2010-08-23T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:42:10.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are eating pepper and chips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i read this quote on a blog today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"not because it's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;better than nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but because it's &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;better than everything&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i can't get it out of my head.&amp;nbsp; i want that in every single aspect of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FtX8nswnUKU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-5926846141983219437?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5926846141983219437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5926846141983219437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5926846141983219437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5926846141983219437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-are-eating-pepper-and-chips.html' title='we are eating pepper and chips'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1081420492226909137</id><published>2010-08-21T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:52:30.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this may sound like gibberish to you, but i think i'm in a tragedy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like i need to preface this with the fact that i just drank a bunch of nyquil.&amp;nbsp; from a champagne flute.&amp;nbsp; yes, we're running a pretty classy establishment here at the hapt.&amp;nbsp; i'm fighting it a little to write this, so if it turns into a drug induced ramble, feel free to just...not read it, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'the switch' is fabulous.&amp;nbsp; you need to see it right now.&amp;nbsp; it's top ten of all time for me.&amp;nbsp; absolutely loved it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been doing so good lately with moving on and being a superfox.&amp;nbsp; but tonight i'm feeling a little sad.&amp;nbsp; like i just wish i mattered to someone.&amp;nbsp; this is not a cyber-plead to you to comment about how i matter to you because i'm your best friend/granddaughter/kid/sister.&amp;nbsp; i know i matter to you.&amp;nbsp; and i love that i do and wouldn't change that for the world.&amp;nbsp; i'm talking boy matter.&amp;nbsp; i just want a boy to think about me when he's at work and text me and ask me some silly question just because he wants me to think about him.&amp;nbsp; or be invited to do something.&amp;nbsp; i know me and brianon are super fun adventure planning girls, but that doesn't mean i don't like being invited to do things sometimes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you are a boy that thinks i'm the bees knees (if such a guy exists): &lt;strike&gt;man up&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;prove it&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is not making very much sense, so i think i will be done.&amp;nbsp; i am about to pull a 'laura' and fall asleep on my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-1081420492226909137?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1081420492226909137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1081420492226909137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1081420492226909137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1081420492226909137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-may-sound-like-gibberish-to-you.html' title='this may sound like gibberish to you, but i think i&apos;m in a tragedy.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-4990932605455853380</id><published>2010-08-18T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T02:51:21.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bizzy bizzy bizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGumg3jUkGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3keqBvn9Y7s/s1600/when+i+get+sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGumg3jUkGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3keqBvn9Y7s/s400/when+i+get+sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506678052988686434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling about 27 times better.  the funny part is, it's not like some big miracle happened or i did something special.  i finally just decided that i was tired of feeling sad, and wanted to be awesome instead.  so i did.  i'm not saying that i don't have low points.  but i am saying that i feel loads better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brianon and i had a fun surprise on sunday: someone mysteriously left a dozen gorgeous pink roses on our doorstep.  we asked around but no one was saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.  i'm super intrigued.  it was such a kind thing to do and i really wish i knew who gave them to us so i could say thank you.  it really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGuph1OHWvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CU7M_ul8czI/s1600/IMG00097-20100817-1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGuph1OHWvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/CU7M_ul8czI/s320/IMG00097-20100817-1635.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506681368077622002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that's been going great is this whole 'hanging out with/making new friend' thing i've got going on right now.  i'm keeping sooo busy (two jobs? plate=full) working and playing with all my friends.  (especially friends that kill the fifty million spiders that all of a sudden are invading me and b's house! yikes!)  it's really great having friends to plan adventures with:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of adventures, let's go camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGumgfVaHHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0LwEbIkNiXE/s1600/i+need+this+to+happen+immediately.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGumgfVaHHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0LwEbIkNiXE/s400/i+need+this+to+happen+immediately.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506678046487878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ps. briaXnon graduated thursday.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p2MY-OHXg8o/TGbQExjmn1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/M1BPnXeOB5U/s320/Photo0002.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is what i got her.  jealous?;)]&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/7167798784011194672-4990932605455853380?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4990932605455853380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=4990932605455853380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4990932605455853380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4990932605455853380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/bizzy-bizzy-bizzy.html' title='bizzy bizzy bizzy'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGumg3jUkGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3keqBvn9Y7s/s72-c/when+i+get+sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1927252632744243147</id><published>2010-08-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:55:40.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my new addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/misc/537049/young-and-reckless.jhtml?xrs=share_blogger"&gt;Young and Reckless&lt;/a&gt;: "Rob wants drama to live his brand, Young and Reckless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; thanks to tevan for not only fixing my car but killing not one, not two, but three to ten spiders tonight.  you are a spider-killing-car-fixing machine.  i hope you "rock" your final tomorrow [bahahaha...only tevan will know how punny i am:)]&lt;/span&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/7167798784011194672-1927252632744243147?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1927252632744243147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1927252632744243147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1927252632744243147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1927252632744243147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-my-new-addiction.html' title='this is my new addiction'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8583187612117347626</id><published>2010-08-10T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:11:48.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i found a dollar, i found a dollar, i found a dollar hey hey hey hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzzjgBAaWZw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fzzjgBAaWZw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; creepyest thing i have ever seen!  this is why i'm afraid of them!&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/7167798784011194672-8583187612117347626?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8583187612117347626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8583187612117347626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8583187612117347626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8583187612117347626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-found-dollar-i-found-dollar-i-found.html' title='i found a dollar, i found a dollar, i found a dollar hey hey hey hey'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8985664208047738926</id><published>2010-08-09T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T23:44:44.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is going to be a great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been thinking quite a bit and here's what i've come up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - i have the coolest 13 year old brother in the world.  he's been like a life preserver for me the past two weeks and i literally wouldn't be here if not for him and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - brianon.  sometimes i feel like God was like, "sorry, you don't get to have a love that will last forever...but i made you this best friend that is for reals your other half...so...still a win-win, right?"  i can't put into words how great brianon is.  the best i can come up with is that i want her to marry my brother (which i'm okay if that doesn't happen, it's just the highest compliment in my power to give!).  i love this girl so much that if the grandma eyeball spider came back to life, i would be brave and kill it for her.  i'm so glad that we are roomies now and can't wait for all our fear bonds and adventures together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - i miss blogging.  this is my journal and i've let my fear of showing my crazy/being sad all the time stop me from saying how i feel.  and i'm tired of bottling all this up.  so you know what?  i'm back baby.  and if it bothers you to read what i'm writing, you can just kiss my ass/stop reading cuz no one is making you read this.  this is me and how i feel and i'm not going to hide that because it's convenient for anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - for the past 2-3 weeks, most of my days have been a "too serious for numbers" on this scale.  it has been sucking balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/boyfriend-doesnt-have-ebola-probably.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S3R1j_l5ErI/AAAAAAAABpM/J9BI2RD0GEg/s640/painfaces0-6.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/boyfriend-doesnt-have-ebola-probably.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S3R2WxDSVNI/AAAAAAAABpU/F9aVHYeF7NM/s640/painfaces7-12.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.  what i have decided is this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGDzUX6l8kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CQOPpqOHtkQ/s1600/if+you+focus+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TGDzUX6l8kI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CQOPpqOHtkQ/s400/if+you+focus+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503666275989451330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and i am tired of feeling shitty all the time.  it is shine time.  i really miss dj a lot.  he was my best friend and i'm still pretty devastated and probably will be for a long long time.  so even though i feel like this right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Scj4F9XkOgU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Scj4F9XkOgU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that this is going to be my theme song for a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJKythlXAIY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJKythlXAIY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[if only i could find a marching band to follow me around...]&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/7167798784011194672-8985664208047738926?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8985664208047738926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8985664208047738926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8985664208047738926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8985664208047738926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-is-going-to-be-great-day.html' title='today is going to be a great day'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S3R1j_l5ErI/AAAAAAAABpM/J9BI2RD0GEg/s72-c/painfaces0-6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-134314772237049890</id><published>2010-08-07T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:49:35.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you boogerface, i'm going to kill you with a bazooka!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once upon a time, i blacked out at work this week.  here's how it went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  i start getting weak in the knees, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; weak in the knees, and break into a cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;2.  then i start getting tunnel vision and only hearing this noise "shhhhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;3.  then i can't see anything so i sit down really quick before i fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also this happened while i was giving a customer change.  so step three happened while i was saying "you can sit anywhere you'd like - enjoy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...that was real great.&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/7167798784011194672-134314772237049890?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/134314772237049890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=134314772237049890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/134314772237049890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/134314772237049890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-boogerface-im-going-to-kill-you.html' title='you boogerface, i&apos;m going to kill you with a bazooka!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7692536429854930201</id><published>2010-07-29T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:29:13.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm feeling pretty dark and twisty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;"here is my heart and soul, please grind them into hamburger and enjoy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;we were happy.  we were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; happy.  and the worst part is is that we were, right up until we weren't.  all i can think about is when we were happy.  everyone around me wants me to be mad, to stop taking this lying down...but i can't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;i feel like a piece of me is missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;i can't stop thinking about when we were happy.  and wondering what happened to those two happy people - where did they go so suddenly?  he was my best friend; the person who's supposed to comfort me when i cry, not the one that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makes&lt;/span&gt; me cry.  the person i tell about my bad days, not the one whose absence and negligence &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;causes &lt;/span&gt;them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;i feel like one of those people that are so freaking miserable they can't be around normal people.  like i'll infect the happy people.&lt;/span&gt;&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/7167798784011194672-7692536429854930201?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7692536429854930201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=7692536429854930201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7692536429854930201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7692536429854930201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-feeling-pretty-dark-and-twisty.html' title='i&apos;m feeling pretty dark and twisty'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3801175965830155417</id><published>2010-07-24T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:50:58.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know what i did today?  i channeled steve irwin &amp;amp; dave salmoni and saved some baby quails.  they had fallen into my window well, so i hopped right down there and, braving scary spiders, rescued 5 cute little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEvdaM4EKII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sKwUBunFpuY/s1600/IMG00081-20100724-1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEvdaM4EKII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sKwUBunFpuY/s400/IMG00081-20100724-1759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497731212338538626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEvdbq9lbXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZIUhHkcSBW4/s1600/IMG00082-20100724-1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEvdbq9lbXI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZIUhHkcSBW4/s400/IMG00082-20100724-1759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497731237594623346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;[i believe that we can be extraordinary together instead of ordinary apart.  i hope you give us that chance.  i miss you more than i can say; you are my best friend and being apart makes me feel that a piece of me is missing.  this week's been awful and i'm feeling very confused and hurt.  i love you.  you love me too, remember?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-3801175965830155417?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3801175965830155417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=3801175965830155417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3801175965830155417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3801175965830155417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/know-what-i-did-today.html' title='dream come true'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEvdaM4EKII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sKwUBunFpuY/s72-c/IMG00081-20100724-1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6342199082201891902</id><published>2010-07-22T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:19:25.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all sorts of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i went to the temple last night with my cousin.  the provo temple is closed right now so we went to mt timp.  i vaguely remember going to the open house when i was a littlie, but didn't remember much about how it looked.  wow.  mt timp is an amazingly gorgeous temple, esp the celestial room.  it's the biggest one i've ever been in and was just...exquisite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to do a session, but it was incredibly busy.  sam had never done sealings, so we did that instead.  afterward, we were able to spend a little time in the celestial room.  i won't go into detail, but i will just say that i love the temple.  the spirit of the Lord is able to abide more strongly there than any place i have ever felt.  i entered the temple feeling anxious, stressed, upset, worried, and sad.  i left feeling incredibly calm, loved, and at peace.  are my worries gone?  definitely not.  but does the Lord love and want what's best for me? does he know not only what i want, but what i need?  absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEj6Wd4nijI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hz7W4nyhI-Y/s1600/happiness+is+a+conscious+choice.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEj6Wd4nijI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hz7W4nyhI-Y/s400/happiness+is+a+conscious+choice.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496918609091856946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7167798784011194672-6342199082201891902?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6342199082201891902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6342199082201891902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6342199082201891902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6342199082201891902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-sorts-of-love.html' title='all sorts of love'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEj6Wd4nijI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hz7W4nyhI-Y/s72-c/happiness+is+a+conscious+choice.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5371430043346396062</id><published>2010-07-20T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:40:04.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am feeling spicy tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, to put it simply, yesterday was the worst.  lots of crying and feeling helpless = not my favorite.  here's what i decided: absence [definitely] makes the heart grow fonder, but it makes the rest of you pretty lonely.  so...miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today is a new day and its big highlight is my experiment is finally over and the results are in : blondes have a whole lotta fun, but it sure is nice to be back to my roots [literally]. :)  so blondie hair, bon voyage.  thanks for the sassy, fun times and you were tons of fun while it lasted.  brown hair: welcome back, you've been missed. [it's also been decided that you are quite spicy.]&lt;br /&gt;tonight was fun-a-palooza at applebees.  the highlights of the night for me were threefold: 1-listening to a guy sing 'piano man' and bring the house down, 2-seeing all my awesome friends, and 3-singing 'your love is my drug' with b complete with sam doing some super sexxxxy backup dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo tired right now, so i will post the pictures in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[as promised, here are some photos! sorry it took a little bit:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEjyko-ZNPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KqID-bUsTQM/s1600/IMG00055-20100721-0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEjyko-ZNPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KqID-bUsTQM/s400/IMG00055-20100721-0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496910056494019826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEjyk93RaYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CnljzELrTTg/s1600/IMG00059-20100721-0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEjyk93RaYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CnljzELrTTg/s400/IMG00059-20100721-0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496910062101293442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEjylJtkiwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vHkFoQ5VRz0/s1600/IMG00074-20100722-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEjylJtkiwI/AAAAAAAAAPA/vHkFoQ5VRz0/s400/IMG00074-20100722-0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496910065281829634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7167798784011194672-5371430043346396062?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5371430043346396062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5371430043346396062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5371430043346396062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5371430043346396062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-feeling-spicy-tonight.html' title='i am feeling spicy tonight.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEjyko-ZNPI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KqID-bUsTQM/s72-c/IMG00055-20100721-0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5274444213061062199</id><published>2010-07-18T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:27:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>listen: do you smell that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sorry for the radio silence kids, it's been...one hell of a week.  full of happy and sad moments.  right now feels like the worst of all the games, i'm afraid to say.  i feel sad that i've been neglecting my blog this past few weeks and solemnly swear [i am up to no good] that i won't let it happen again.  this is my forum to say whatever i'd like, however i'm feeling, and feel the relief of getting it off my chest.  which is something i desperately need if i don't want to go around having anxiety/panic attacks all the time.  which i don't.  so...forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEQLu17iLOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0RLKYALCOlY/s1600/somedays+you+wake+and+immediately+start+to+worry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEQLu17iLOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0RLKYALCOlY/s400/somedays+you+wake+and+immediately+start+to+worry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495530344677518562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[today was the worst.  i feel like there's a huge knot in my chest and i can't breathe.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-5274444213061062199?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5274444213061062199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5274444213061062199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5274444213061062199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5274444213061062199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/listen-do-you-smell-that.html' title='listen: do you smell that?'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TEQLu17iLOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/0RLKYALCOlY/s72-c/somedays+you+wake+and+immediately+start+to+worry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5750019021398210413</id><published>2010-07-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:54:43.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in no particular order...</title><content type='html'>dj, my cute and affordable apartment, my beautiful backyard, having a reliable car, harry potter books, my family, brianon, living close to the temple, having people i know i can count on, warm sunshine, school starting soonish, laura being home, dance, music, cool water, stars, bright colors, ethan sending me encouraging texts, having a job, seeing mac and kai, being home from dumb new york, second chances, talking to danny, baby girl &amp;amp; fake parents, being able to put my hair up, not feeling sick all the time anymore, not being afraid to be myself, the atonement, fans, tivo, being able to verbally throw up via this blog, washer and dryer in my house, my new fridge, parents who support me 100% no matter what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-5750019021398210413?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5750019021398210413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5750019021398210413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5750019021398210413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5750019021398210413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-no-particular-order.html' title='in no particular order...'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8209152486145863960</id><published>2010-07-11T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:34:17.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7/11 - woo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got a new bishopric today.  it's bittersweet to see bishop meservy and brother cuevas go, but i'm excited to get to know bishop schoenfeld and his counselors better.  they seem really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got to drive jaz up to efy in salt lake.  she's having such a cool experience being a counselor there, i'm really excited for her.  also, it's real nice to have my car back.  i can stop feeling like a mooch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best news of the day is that dj is home!!!  he went to vegas to see his brother get married and spend time with his family.  it sounds like he had a lot of fun, but i missed his stinking guts and am sooo glad he's back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5hfhbvDGO1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5hfhbvDGO1qa9u6ko1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[isn't this rad?  how long do you think it took to get it just right?]&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/7167798784011194672-8209152486145863960?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8209152486145863960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8209152486145863960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8209152486145863960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8209152486145863960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/711-woo.html' title='7/11 - woo!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6479737000885330344</id><published>2010-07-10T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T08:27:06.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drumroll please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;great news everyone:  i got my job back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after literally getting on my knees to beg and a sales pitch pitching yours truly, i am once again employed.  salad here i come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still missing, missing, missing though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tomorrow!]&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/7167798784011194672-6479737000885330344?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6479737000885330344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6479737000885330344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6479737000885330344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6479737000885330344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/drumroll-please.html' title='drumroll please...'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-648637728359254280</id><published>2010-07-09T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T22:53:45.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heads we go right, tails we go left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight brianon and i were looking for adventure.  we found it in the form of a penny walk.  we started at my house and flipped a penny at every intersection to determine where to go.  towards the beginning, we got to stadium terrace and stopped to talk to our favorite angel for a bit.  then we watched some wedding dress shows with miss cami for a bit while she provided b with tums and advil.  last of all we picked up matt mitchell and then hit the road (jack).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a link to our route:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walkjogrun.net/routes/current_route.cfm?rid=BACFC88E-C42D-E8E0-76F030EF221588D5"&gt;http://www.walkjogrun.net/routes/current_route.cfm?rid=BACFC88E-C42D-E8E0-76F030EF221588D5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ended up being a little more than 4 miles.  pretty fun adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add that to the walk to the library we took this morning (3 miles) and we walked 7 miles today!  plus swimming a bit.  we were quite active today; are you proud of us? :)&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/7167798784011194672-648637728359254280?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/648637728359254280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=648637728359254280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/648637728359254280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/648637728359254280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/heads-we-go-right-tails-we-go-left.html' title='heads we go right, tails we go left'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5694766017300158593</id><published>2010-07-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:28:22.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody writ it long hand.  [aka i am a moron]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today was weird.  i need to sleep.  and get my job back and maybe swim/tread water/have a tan tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRy8N1P1EUI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRy8N1P1EUI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[this song was on an episode of scrubs that i loved.  i showed a scene to em &amp;amp; b today and it's been stuck in my head ever since!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-5694766017300158593?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5694766017300158593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5694766017300158593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5694766017300158593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5694766017300158593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/everybody-writ-it-long-hand-aka-i-am.html' title='everybody writ it long hand.  [aka i am a moron]'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3426258860373233978</id><published>2010-07-07T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:43:03.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>veronica mars marathon  -  can i get a little john 'yeah'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; watch this.  embedding was disabled, but you will be so happy you clicked through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8cnhXmJcJo&lt;br /&gt;[alex &amp;amp; twitch hip hop.  omgosh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, brianon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWPOGOsddI/AAAAAAAAAOg/felss1z95qI/s1600/i+could+sit+all+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWPOGOsddI/AAAAAAAAAOg/felss1z95qI/s400/i+could+sit+all+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491452793001375186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible &lt;/span&gt;television, like what we watched today.  holy crap.]&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/7167798784011194672-3426258860373233978?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWPOGOsddI/AAAAAAAAAOg/felss1z95qI/s72-c/i+could+sit+all+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5880308393850469442</id><published>2010-07-06T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:37:15.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$$$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="www.nataliedee.com" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/030805/no-job.jpg" width="550" height="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com"&gt;www.nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, there's no "fun" in "no money to pay the bills"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-5880308393850469442?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5880308393850469442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5880308393850469442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5880308393850469442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/5880308393850469442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='$$$$$'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-9150135608908798405</id><published>2010-07-05T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:33:33.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to grow or not to grow, that is the question...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so dj rrrreeeaaalllyyy wants me to grow my hair back out.  i was feeling like i didn't really want to because i feel like my short hair is very sassy and fun.  however, i was looking at some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWLAqKHRoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HaOGwdsOKm4/s1600/FH000121+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWLAqKHRoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HaOGwdsOKm4/s400/FH000121+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491448164081157762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs257.ash1/18478_1318170840293_1411413197_30871100_5065542_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs257.ash1/18478_1318170840293_1411413197_30871100_5065542_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWLBHjiWKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UYp4GtrQR-8/s1600/DSC00565+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWLBHjiWKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UYp4GtrQR-8/s400/DSC00565+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491448171972417698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out my long hair is pretty stinkin cute.  i just forgot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also the dark side is calling me...not that the blonde hasn't been super fun [hey, i nabbed me a boyfriend and went to hawaii, i'd say it's been pretty dang great :)].  i think i'm just ready to be normal old me again...&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/7167798784011194672-9150135608908798405?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWLAqKHRoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/HaOGwdsOKm4/s72-c/FH000121+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8516422715039521160</id><published>2010-07-04T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:15:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let freedom ring :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;t&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to camp out with b for the parade tomorrow morning.  i lasted til 1am then went home to sleep in my own bed.  i felt like danny glover in lethal weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPPG8T1JzY8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gPPG8T1JzY8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a terrible friend. &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/7167798784011194672-8516422715039521160?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8516422715039521160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8516422715039521160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8516422715039521160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8516422715039521160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-freedom-ring.html' title='let freedom ring :)'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5609195158210224225</id><published>2010-07-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:05:00.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love america's stinkin guts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today was so fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eclipse at the buttcrack of dawn with my ladies (and matt).  super dumb, but fun.  then b &amp;amp; i picked up jazi-jaz up in salt lake from efy.  she sure had a great time and it was really fun hearing about all her stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tonight was a fun bbq and the stadium of fire, which sucked a little bit, i'm not going to lie.  the people doing the fireworks need to get it together and do a real show.  and not have a twenty minute break in the middle.  that's super dumb.  but you know what?  for the first time in my life, i got to cuddle with my boyfriend and watch the fireworks light up the sky.  as lame-o as the fireworks were, that still blew my mind :)  plus, at the bbq we had homemade corndogs that were delicious-o. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaz took a ton of pictures, so i'll post those as soon as she emails them to me.  lots of fun ones of friends, me and dj &amp;amp; the explosion of adorableness that is baby girl loving fireworks :)&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/7167798784011194672-5609195158210224225?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5609195158210224225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-279340561783483607</id><published>2010-07-02T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:58:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>can i have one?  pretty please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWE70FQywI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aPsRnOjdgmA/s1600/coooool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWE70FQywI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aPsRnOjdgmA/s400/coooool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491441483776051970" 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/7167798784011194672-279340561783483607?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/279340561783483607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=279340561783483607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/279340561783483607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/279340561783483607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-i-have-one-pretty-please.html' title='can i have one?  pretty please?'/><author><name>my very own 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style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWDu4yp9AI/AAAAAAAAAOA/SYTgtmd0ZQM/s400/me+and+deej.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491440162190259202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ich bin ein glücklicher ente.  ich liebe dich!&lt;br /&gt;[thanks google translate:)]&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/7167798784011194672-4070276092886943110?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4070276092886943110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=4070276092886943110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-460145204354506841</id><published>2010-06-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:47:22.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so i'm back.  from outer space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after a day of travel hell, i'm finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, this has been the best and worst day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way to the airport, i get a call from us airways that is basically "oops, your flight got cancelled."  great.  so i get on the phone with travelocity (sprung for the travel insurance), thinking it'd be no big deal to get me on a different flight.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;.  they could get me out of newark for an extra $200, or i can fly out of jfk...tomorrow.  this is not working for me.  no money, no way to get anywhere, i'm stuck at the departures gate at the dirtiest airport in the continental united states, maybe even the world.  so i start crying and telling the people on the phone and at the check in that they *have* to get me out of here, that they *have* to get me home.  people behind me are getting pissed and yelling at me and there's nothing i can do.  the travelocity guy's useless, never using them again.  finally the guy behind the counter takes pity on me and works with his manager to get me a ticket on a delta flight leaving later that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to the delta line from hell.  i waited an hour and forty five minutes (people kept butting in line - so annoying!) and when i finally got to the check in desk, it turned out the us airways guy had only printed me a ticket, not made me a reservation.  the lady got me the. last. seat.  i asked her to marry me.&lt;br /&gt;so off to wait for my flight to leave in five hours.  the gate changes once i'm down there waiting to another gate all the way across the airport, but at this point i'm just happy to be past security.  i also randomly saw two girls from my dance team.  so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i flirted (shamelessly, i might add) with the delta gate agent to get an aisle seat.  i must have either been on fire flirting or looking like a total mess cuz he went above and beyond and got me exit row aisle.  now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is how to travel.  i could slump in my seat *and* stretch out my legs.  it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i fiiiiiiiiinnnnaaalllyyy get to salt lake and got picked up by two of my favoritest people in the whole wide world: dj &amp;amp; b.  dressed all wacky - i loved it.  i nearly knocked that boy off his feet.  driving back to provo was really surreal, i couldn't believe it was actually happening.&lt;br /&gt;but it's real.  i'm home.  and i never want to leave again.  ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWCOuq4n-I/AAAAAAAAANw/PIVfGWCGlz4/s1600/brianons+airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWCOuq4n-I/AAAAAAAAANw/PIVfGWCGlz4/s400/brianons+airport.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491438510205870050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[here's b's airport picking up outfit.  you can't see it but her skirt is actually a sparkly clubbing dress.  and her butt looks fantastic.]&lt;/span&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/7167798784011194672-460145204354506841?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TDWCOuq4n-I/AAAAAAAAANw/PIVfGWCGlz4/s72-c/brianons+airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7403704492928855371</id><published>2010-06-29T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:17:44.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to ris's world of freaking the heck out.  please buckle up for safety.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a talk with the mom and we decided i am not a good fit because her needs are different than expected because she's home way more than she originally thought she would be and having me here is too many bodies and is wasting her money and my time.  (not to mention the fact that i wasn't allowed to say no, let alone discipline these children whatsoever and that having me here and not allowing me to do my job is ridiculous.)  so she told me to use her credit card and book myself a new flight (they decided it would be cheaper than having to pay the rebooking fee from my original ticket, which was going to be about $300) for sunday because they could really use the help over the weekend.  no problem, i say.  flight booked, for only $230.  then at ten tonight, she mentions to the other nanny (yeah, you can see why i'm not really needed.  i was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; nanny. for two kids.) how i have to be up crazy early tomorrow morning for the car service.  'on sunday' i say.  'no, tomorrow' she says.  somehow, i didn't get a text from her saying she talked to her husband and they decided it'd be better for me to leave tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cue the 'holy crap' string racing through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.  an hour (and $400) later, my ticket is changed to tomorrow.  i feel terrible about all that wasted money but she didn't seem to care very much, which is crazy.  are you doing the math?  that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$630&lt;/span&gt; for me to go home.  that's not even including the $500 it took to get me out here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;less than a week ago&lt;/span&gt;.  i feel sick about it.  but i also feel relieved to go home.  this has been an complete and utter disaster from the get go.  the mom was incredibly kind and gracious (i really like her) but the job has been a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be home in less than twenty four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&lt;br /&gt;holy crap holy crap holy crap holy crap&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/7167798784011194672-7403704492928855371?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7403704492928855371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=7403704492928855371' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7403704492928855371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7403704492928855371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-riss-world-of-freaking-heck.html' title='welcome to ris&apos;s world of freaking the heck out.  please buckle up for safety.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8566441283124928838</id><published>2010-06-28T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:50:20.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's that, today?  you completely sucked?  word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TClpoDDptvI/AAAAAAAAANo/4vQeaav5NrI/s1600/this+day+will+never+happen+again2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TClpoDDptvI/AAAAAAAAANo/4vQeaav5NrI/s400/this+day+will+never+happen+again2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488033757663966962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to laugh today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TClpn57iwUI/AAAAAAAAANg/G6tn7m3VBZU/s1600/norestdear1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TClpn57iwUI/AAAAAAAAANg/G6tn7m3VBZU/s400/norestdear1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488033755214037314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7167798784011194672-8566441283124928838?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8566441283124928838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8566441283124928838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8566441283124928838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/8566441283124928838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-that-today-you-completely-sucked.html' title='what&apos;s that, today?  you completely sucked?  word.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TClpoDDptvI/AAAAAAAAANo/4vQeaav5NrI/s72-c/this+day+will+never+happen+again2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-886434323813894983</id><published>2010-06-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:23:12.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm hungry for some soup.  good thing i just saw joel mchale in times square.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, it took me a while, but i finally found my church.  it's a tiny ysa branch about twenty minutes from my house and (dj called it) i'm already the branch piano player (i hate the technical word for that.  it makes me giggle like a twelve year old.).  good thing i get to play some i love america songs next week.  those are my favorite style.  i will probably go early and battle hymn of the republic prelude it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church, i met up with allie in the city. somewhere between pinkberry (yum! esp. watermelon), cosi (double yum, plus what was with all the cops with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; guns?), seeing joel mchale in times square (sorry it's blurry!  it's for reals him though.),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TClmx9i4ZPI/AAAAAAAAANY/YL5rL5v5QqY/s1600/joelmchale.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TClmx9i4ZPI/AAAAAAAAANY/YL5rL5v5QqY/s400/joelmchale.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488030629448148210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hanging out in bryant park (new favorite park, sorry central.  try and beat it, i dare you!), i decided i love my friendship with al.  it's great because we can call and talk and see each other sometimes and it's really fun, but neither of us get butt-hurt if we don't see/talk for a while.  that's a fun style of friend = low maintenance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, a pretty great day.&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/7167798784011194672-886434323813894983?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/886434323813894983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=886434323813894983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/886434323813894983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/886434323813894983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for some comic relief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCljtatHZGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rDQs2C5YK5A/s1600/ilovecharts1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCljtatHZGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rDQs2C5YK5A/s400/ilovecharts1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488027252841473122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[courtesy of ilovecharts.tumblr.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  skype, i love you.  nothing beats being able to see your handsome boyfriend's face from 2221.89 miles (kill me) away.  a tip of the hat to you.&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/7167798784011194672-4971338096850092436?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/4971338096850092436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=4971338096850092436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4971338096850092436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/4971338096850092436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-i-got-spit-in-face-by-six-year.html' title='today i got spit in the face by a six year old.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCljtatHZGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/rDQs2C5YK5A/s72-c/ilovecharts1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-5417276368872558960</id><published>2010-06-25T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:09:05.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what. am. i. doing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today was the worst.  i pretty much didn't sleep all night, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; thirty minutes, if i was lucky.  at six, i took a shower and sat down to get ready and just started bawling.  it was a good thing i'd just washed all my mascara off or i would've ruined dj's shirt.  i sobbed for like thirty minutes non-stop.  it feels so wrong to leave, but i can't just not go.  this is the worst feeling in the world:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, tara, brianon &amp;amp; dj drove me to the airport and we people watched for about forty minutes before i had to go through security.  yikes.  lady in the dirty black romper (and just for the romper, i've gotta say - you are in your forties.  gross.) = wear. a. bra.  gross.  we also saw what looked like a super anorexic dinosaur with stripper boobs, leather skin and nappy extensions.   so...that was real great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was good sports and didn't leave until i couldn't see them anymore after going through the scanner (a security person saw my naked.  i don't know how i feel about that.).  the flight was okay, i slept like a rock for most of it.  brianon and dj both wrote me sweet letters to read on the plane, so that was nice.  the flight was uneventful and we even got in early.  a car service picked me up and drove me out to long island.  i had forgotten how green everything is out here.  and claustrophobic.  so many trees you can't see the sky.  it makes me even more excited to get back to utah.  i realized that i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; the open sky.  and the mountains.  and my best friend.  and my boyfriend.  and the ability to be with my family in three hours if i want/need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, i'm exhausted from the whole not sleeping/crying my eyes out all day thing.  so i'm off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCjW86v9A7I/AAAAAAAAANI/kDIGWC3KHyk/s1600/me+and+dj.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCjW86v9A7I/AAAAAAAAANI/kDIGWC3KHyk/s400/me+and+dj.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487872488001831858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7167798784011194672-5417276368872558960?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5417276368872558960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCjW86v9A7I/AAAAAAAAANI/kDIGWC3KHyk/s72-c/me+and+dj.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-353693175837775991</id><published>2010-06-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:10:14.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.  i miss you guys already!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today was my last day in provo for a while:(  i basically just spent time with brianon (glitter toes!), my mom, tara &amp;amp; dj.  got a bunch of stuff i needed and packed.  it took forever to pack and i kept forgetting things.  i also got to go see jon, em &amp;amp; baby girl for a little bit tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm leaving.  it seemed like such a good idea at the time, but now i'm wondering if it's the right thing to go.  i'm so happy here, it seems bizarre to leave.  but the money is insane.  i can't just pass it up.  i'm going to be able to pay off my best buy card &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; my car, and have a little left over for spending.  so it'll be good to go and do that.  but super crappy to leave all my friends and good times here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the results show on dancing with the stars tonight and this crew came and danced (remote control) and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;.  soooooo talented.  there isn't a video on youtube or i'd put it &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" 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off til tomorrow day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wellp, it's t minus 2 days and counting.  i didn't really get anything done today.  all i did was work (last day - sad.  but kinda good, hopefully i'll be able to get my job back in august.) and chillax with mom, tara, brb &amp;amp; boyfriend.  watched a little so you think you can dance (among other programs), and basically just sat on the couch trying to soak up their company.  it hit me tonight that i'm really leaving.  it's not just this abstract idea that is maybe in my future.  it's real.  and it's in less than 36 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&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/7167798784011194672-5922177713124379841?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8141798413299460249</id><published>2010-06-22T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:03:30.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you believe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nataliedee.com" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/062310/nessie-is-imaginary.jpg" width="550" height="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[uh...actually i think you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; real.  i believe in you nessie.  you just need to believe in yourself.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S5AwW1eulzI/AAAAAAAACAI/XVQhwXZawgo/s400/spider3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[if i even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt; a spider, i feel like there are spiders on me the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;it. is. the. worst.&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: it is the best to have a handsome boyfriend that will kill spiders so you don't see them, even the ones that are huge and have lots of baby spiders in them.  and then send you a text later saying 'don't worry there aren't any spiders on you.'  those are the best boyfriends ever.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S5A-g_EOstI/AAAAAAAACBA/2zoWZe3PUkU/s400/SPIDER9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S5A-g_EOstI/AAAAAAAACBA/2zoWZe3PUkU/s400/SPIDER9.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7167798784011194672-1599343995832246378?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1599343995832246378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1599343995832246378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1599343995832246378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1599343995832246378'/><link 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCKqVUO8hHI/AAAAAAAAANA/s9mKCufFRwk/s1600/100_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TCKqVUO8hHI/AAAAAAAAANA/s9mKCufFRwk/s400/100_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486134579276055666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[happy father's day to the bestest dad in the whole wide world.  i loooooove you!]&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/7167798784011194672-1071177540137374313?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1071177540137374313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.  amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jackie chan and it was super hard for me to not act like an idiot in the parking lot after.  and jaden smith?  are you joking me?  sooooo good.  the acting was great.  the story was great.  i want to learn kung fu now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus a justin bieber song at the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.  best movie all summer.&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/7167798784011194672-5617170992832709861?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/5617170992832709861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=5617170992832709861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>*gasp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOI4OF7iIr4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SOI4OF7iIr4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i. love. it.]&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/7167798784011194672-3792682008697370792?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8934736757399186448</id><published>2010-06-17T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:08:18.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l44sqnd6QP1qzxhoso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l44sqnd6QP1qzxhoso1_500.jpg" alt="" 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/7167798784011194672-8934736757399186448?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6408902484198445643</id><published>2010-06-16T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:03:26.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the unicorns of the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l46dzyB4W41qbo05lo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l46dzyB4W41qbo05lo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[hahahahaha]&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/7167798784011194672-6408902484198445643?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6408902484198445643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6408902484198445643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6408902484198445643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6408902484198445643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/unicorns-of-sea.html' title='the unicorns of the sea'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-6846427521828074946</id><published>2010-06-15T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T16:57:24.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you come to my house, i will offer you one (guaranteed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l48xnuDnKQ1qa72aeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l48xnuDnKQ1qa72aeo1_500.jpg" alt="" 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/7167798784011194672-6846427521828074946?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6846427521828074946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=6846427521828074946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6846427521828074946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/6846427521828074946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-you-come-to-my-house-i-will-offer.html' title='if you come to my house, i will offer you one (guaranteed)'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1414303431717622363</id><published>2010-06-14T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:48:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if they asked me i could write a book about the way you walk and whisper and look...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TBdMR-zxRbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MEqAnDK8lGo/s1600/how+to+write+a+book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TBdMR-zxRbI/AAAAAAAAAM4/MEqAnDK8lGo/s400/how+to+write+a+book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482934943148492210" 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/7167798784011194672-1414303431717622363?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1414303431717622363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1414303431717622363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1414303431717622363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7102921442174551733</id><published>2010-06-13T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:32:51.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ris secret #311:  i love tiny things.  i love babies, tiny animals, that ride at disneyland where there are miniature castles (yeah, it's for old people...don't knock it), little batteries - pretty much name it, and if it's tiny, i love it.  and probably want/have one.  [you saw my post about the tiny baby quails(!!!!!)]  i don't know what it is, but i just love little tiny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3vqw4ZgIg1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 420px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l3vqw4ZgIg1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[what is this creature!?!?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  tar tar is at my house.  game night was fun.  i have a boyfriend.  i get to see my mom for two weeks.  i have new friends from work that a super fun.  brianon wore sparkly shoes.  everything is great!!!&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/7167798784011194672-7102921442174551733?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3131290709860702444</id><published>2010-06-12T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:54:00.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>if i hear the song 'according to you' one more time, i might go on a murderous rampage.  curse your days orianthi, if that's even your real name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jumbocandy.com/productImages_std/CPS004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://www.jumbocandy.com/productImages_std/CPS004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something crappy happened today while i was at work.  i won't go into the details, all you need to know is that it really hurt my feelings and i allowed it to ruin the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet boyfriend to the rescue!  when dj came over tonight, he surprised me with a whole bag of blue jolly ranchers [which is a bit of an inside joke going back to our very first date].  is he adorable or what?!  i think this should be a new unit of measurement: i like you a whole bag of blue jolly ranchers [or in other words, a whole lot!:)].&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/7167798784011194672-3131290709860702444?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3131290709860702444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=3131290709860702444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3131290709860702444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3131290709860702444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-i-hear-song-according-to-you-one.html' title='if i hear the song &apos;according to you&apos; one more time, i might go on a murderous rampage.  curse your days orianthi, if that&apos;s even your real name.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-2289313108554954963</id><published>2010-06-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:32:06.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>neato cheeto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TBSXHu-YuSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/H8e-2wRU4uQ/s1600/light+fishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TBSXHu-YuSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/H8e-2wRU4uQ/s400/light+fishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482172805541312802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am enchanted by this.  if you have ever tried to do light painting, with a sparkler or whatever, your brain is exploding just like mine is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i think that when i get home from new york i'm going to get a fish named howard.&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/7167798784011194672-2289313108554954963?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2289313108554954963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2289313108554954963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2289313108554954963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2289313108554954963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/neato-cheeto.html' title='neato cheeto'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TBSXHu-YuSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/H8e-2wRU4uQ/s72-c/light+fishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-755673258412345204</id><published>2010-06-10T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:06:16.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love, according to dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hate crime hate, simple hate, lazy hate, neutral, noticed, like, platonical like, strong like, puppy luv, shrimp curry luv, true love, charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what level are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ps.  i think my dad is the smartest man in the whole wide world]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="288"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/aCINpOGx3hcIYAuJSaItCg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/aCINpOGx3hcIYAuJSaItCg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="288" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-755673258412345204?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/755673258412345204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=755673258412345204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/755673258412345204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/755673258412345204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-according-to-dad.html' title='love, according to dad'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-645550118814392620</id><published>2010-06-09T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T02:42:49.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i feel like this</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/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_arjn1BZGI/AAAAAAAAC-k/5E-YAaG11Ng/s320/rage42.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_arjn1BZGI/AAAAAAAAC-k/5E-YAaG11Ng/s320/rage42.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_aryq7ne_I/AAAAAAAAC-s/cS0I4iV4jGQ/s320/rage40.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_aryq7ne_I/AAAAAAAAC-s/cS0I4iV4jGQ/s320/rage40.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_ar7hquFQI/AAAAAAAAC-0/s-6empjpEQY/s320/rage43.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_ar7hquFQI/AAAAAAAAC-0/s-6empjpEQY/s320/rage43.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_avBjUUnWI/AAAAAAAAC_E/o0pmUVHTUrg/s320/rage45.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_avBjUUnWI/AAAAAAAAC_E/o0pmUVHTUrg/s320/rage45.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_avJyU0xiI/AAAAAAAAC_M/hJACZskwxgQ/s320/rage44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_avJyU0xiI/AAAAAAAAC_M/hJACZskwxgQ/s320/rage44.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[courtesy of hyperbole and a half!]&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/7167798784011194672-645550118814392620?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/645550118814392620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=645550118814392620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/645550118814392620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/645550118814392620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-feel-like-this.html' title='sometimes i feel like this'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D_Z-D2tzi14/S_arjn1BZGI/AAAAAAAAC-k/5E-YAaG11Ng/s72-c/rage42.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3342241815456575483</id><published>2010-06-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:36:17.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten of these live in my driveway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orangecountykidsactivities.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/baby_quail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.orangecountykidsactivities.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/baby_quail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;note that those are marble in the bowl behind him, making him the tiniest little guy in the whole world.  ugh.  so cute!  i just want to hold him but won't cuz i don't want to make his mom not love him anymore:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;one week.  so far so good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/7167798784011194672-3342241815456575483?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7466412006764382245</id><published>2010-06-07T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:31:17.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just want to put her in a box and squish her; she's soooo cute!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight dj and i had greek burritos and went and played with this little gem for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs617.snc3/32484_1475517813869_1411413197_31233881_1417201_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 442px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs617.snc3/32484_1475517813869_1411413197_31233881_1417201_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.  baby girl.  could you be any cuter?!?!&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/7167798784011194672-7466412006764382245?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7466412006764382245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=7466412006764382245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7466412006764382245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7466412006764382245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-want-to-put-her-in-box-and.html' title='i just want to put her in a box and squish her; she&apos;s soooo cute!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1289377554041085353</id><published>2010-06-06T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:26:34.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>but darling boring you ain't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wow.  testimony meeting today was incredible.  i felt like i'd been lit on fire.  waaay awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're back in provo!  and dj made us some dinner!  and it was delicious! and then there was all sorts of walking, secret telling &amp;amp; star gazing!  what a lovely night:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[i missed his stinking guts.  and that was only two days[!]   anything longer is going to kill me i think.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TA_Nh4Hz3QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vde-dyxNrRY/s1600/i+love+stargazing+with+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TA_Nh4Hz3QI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vde-dyxNrRY/s400/i+love+stargazing+with+you.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480825253417704706" 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/7167798784011194672-1289377554041085353?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1289377554041085353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1289377554041085353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1289377554041085353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-695500929746242578</id><published>2010-06-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:38:39.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today was my mom's surprise party.  she's turning 50 this summer and i threw her a giant bash a couple weeks early to make it an even better surprise.  it was awesome!  i think she was really happy and felt really loved to see everyone who came out for her.  there were also delicious cucumber sandwiches.  i love those little guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sn118w.snt118.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=10084408-73ed-11df-93bb-00237de3fe60&amp;amp;Aux=0%7C0%7C8CCD610F5F7B5F0%7C%7C"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 639px; height: 480px;" src="http://sn118w.snt118.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=0&amp;amp;messageId=10084408-73ed-11df-93bb-00237de3fe60&amp;amp;Aux=0%7C0%7C8CCD610F5F7B5F0%7C%7C" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, as an added bonus, my boyfriend accidentally went on a date with another girl tonight.  he didn't know that's what it was, and i think (i'm positive) that she was using some trickery.  and also he was talking about me and called me right after, so i feel okay about it.  it's pretty funny to hear the story actually.  as long as he didn't cheat on me with her in a hot tub, buy a bullet bike, shave his arms and then marry her, i think i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day three of burger place.  you never let me down old friend, delicious as always.&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/7167798784011194672-695500929746242578?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/695500929746242578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=695500929746242578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/695500929746242578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/695500929746242578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/surprise.html' title='surprise!'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7000524281525878419</id><published>2010-06-04T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:16:34.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if i keep it up like a lovesick crack head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today dj had to leave really early to make it back in time for work.  we have been seeing each other every day for a while now, so i am pretty sure i hate this whole 'not seeing each other for two days' business.  will keep you posted on how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, we got some snow cones today and i took a picture of my sister without her realizing what i was doing.  she looks real good.  i will try and post it up here when i can figure out how to use my fancy smart phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also at dark time, jaz and i took brb up to see the ocean.  don't worry, we didn't take advantage of her or anything.  we just laughed lots and took some super great pictures.  i'll post those when brianon puts them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, day two of burger place.  student special, you make the world a better place.&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/7167798784011194672-7000524281525878419?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7000524281525878419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1085207060371012479</id><published>2010-06-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T09:50:28.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was a little nervous it was going to be like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="nataliedee.com" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/052910/screw-you-nature.jpg" width="550" height="462" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead it was totally totally awesome.  next time = more food and water &amp;amp; swimming at the cool swimming hole.  great hike everyone, high fives all around.  jazi, sorry about your butt-cactus situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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george.  after a treacherous journey involving going back to the future and gas station, they finally arrived at the luscious oasis of st george city pool.  pam was quite surprised to see them (esp. her favorite almost daughter brb) and also thrilled that dj came too.  then they lived happily ever after that night, eating broccoli cheese soup and being awesome all the live long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&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/7167798784011194672-1325157046326651658?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1325157046326651658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1325157046326651658' title='0 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-20444769549456244</id><published>2010-06-01T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:12:41.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>position has been filled (!)</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/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TAYtwiy5QhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VY9hKSJ9Co0/s1600/seeking+cuddle+partner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TAYtwiy5QhI/AAAAAAAAAMg/VY9hKSJ9Co0/s400/seeking+cuddle+partner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478116308740030994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  x  infinity&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/7167798784011194672-20444769549456244?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/20444769549456244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=20444769549456244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/20444769549456244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/20444769549456244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/06/position-has-been-filled.html' title='position has been 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TAYsiD1fyDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qyb6ZranOWM/s1600/america.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TAYsiD1fyDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qyb6ZranOWM/s400/america.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478114960399648818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy memorial day everybody!  i celebrated by chopping lettuce for four hours and then getting an ice cone with my besties.  god bless america!&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/7167798784011194672-6377421135508511237?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/6377421135508511237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TAYsiD1fyDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Qyb6ZranOWM/s72-c/america.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8974237508337699163</id><published>2010-05-30T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:02:29.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am in love with this</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/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TAYrsoZtwTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hKtXMUU7ElI/s1600/i+am+in+love+with+this.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TAYrsoZtwTI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hKtXMUU7ElI/s400/i+am+in+love+with+this.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478114042502299954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also i gave a talk today.  it was super scary and i was really nervous, but i got a lot of really nice comments and support about it.  it was about accepting the plan Heavenly Father has for us and being diligent about doing the small and simple things to be happy and stay on the right path.  i felt like it was really jumbly.  hopefully the spirit made more sense than i did! :)&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/7167798784011194672-8974237508337699163?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/8974237508337699163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=8974237508337699163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-3043299391244553391</id><published>2010-05-29T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:59:10.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hint: shrimp with eyes is not a good buffet option.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tonight brianon, laura &amp;amp; i proved, quite literally, that it's not what you're doing, but who you're with that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight consisted of going to the international buffet, which was immediately followed by throwing up what we briefly nibbled on there.  after puking all over brianon's neighbor's lawn, we went and saw the worst movie i have ever seen: bounty hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.  fishy smells, vomit &amp;amp; terrible dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one of the best nights of my life and would do it again in a heart beat if it meant hanging out with my bestest girlies :)&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/7167798784011194672-3043299391244553391?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/3043299391244553391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=3043299391244553391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3043299391244553391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/3043299391244553391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TADholjxbDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xqyi4ZqtOrE/s1600/exploding+rainbows.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TADholjxbDI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xqyi4ZqtOrE/s400/exploding+rainbows.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476625234275691570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize i've posted this picture already, this week in fact.  however, after today, this is literally what i feel/look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-236480672192684446?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/236480672192684446/comments/default' title='Post 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it in my bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, the fort designer&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/7167798784011194672-2176857329592670260?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/2176857329592670260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=2176857329592670260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2176857329592670260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/2176857329592670260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-birthday-girl.html' title='dear birthday girl...'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/TADfw045Z9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/W27S2Th6wVc/s72-c/you+are+lovely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7626799415093115394</id><published>2010-05-26T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:03:27.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xByMtCSslHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xByMtCSslHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; write a talk!  i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; build forts better than anybody!  i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; throw great parties!  i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; make up really great baseball heckles/cheers!  i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; probably beat you up! i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; have really great ideas while dreaming!  i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; get up in 4 hours to go to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[happy birthday eve brb!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-7626799415093115394?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7626799415093115394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=7626799415093115394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7626799415093115394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7626799415093115394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/05/yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah.html' title='yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-8663498117640985513</id><published>2010-05-25T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:03:52.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not called the sit-around-and-wait of happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S_zkwkBxD_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QBTux4poE7E/s1600/i+am+intrigued.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S_zkwkBxD_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QBTux4poE7E/s400/i+am+intrigued.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475502769931620338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i am intrigued by this photo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was wonderful.  i am so tired that i can't go into words, but trust me, i loved every minute of it :)&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/7167798784011194672-8663498117640985513?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S_zkwkBxD_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/QBTux4poE7E/s72-c/i+am+intrigued.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-1186680461939216573</id><published>2010-05-24T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:08:47.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lately i feel like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S_tnpfbW3MI/AAAAAAAAALw/7mYWIqLec5Q/s1600/exploding+rainbows.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S_tnpfbW3MI/AAAAAAAAALw/7mYWIqLec5Q/s400/exploding+rainbows.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475083734507510978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me....and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[home, brianon, laura, dj, forts, ninja, swedish twister, funny larson brothers, wall of awesome, andrea, dancing, greys, jaz, secrets, veronica mars, stars, sunshine, bikes, sparkly things, baby girl, em, mom, dad, little kids, new opportunities, fun job, tips, polka dots, picnics, chinese takeout, europe, roadtrips, fishing, camping, high school friends, new hair, spring, warmth, green, bacon, unexpected surprises, kind people, laughing til my face hurts, danny, hawaii, being outside, walks, not wasting time, bright futures, happy days are here again]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7167798784011194672-1186680461939216573?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/1186680461939216573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=1186680461939216573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1186680461939216573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/1186680461939216573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/05/lately-i-feel-like-this.html' title='lately i feel like this'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S_tnpfbW3MI/AAAAAAAAALw/7mYWIqLec5Q/s72-c/exploding+rainbows.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-7385930144190384143</id><published>2010-05-23T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:45:27.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pancake maker extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today was pretty great.  and by pretty great, i mean really freaking stupendously great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church was nice (other than being suckered into giving a talk.  enter nerves stage right) and afterward andrew and joe made brianon and me some delish pasta for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we built a sweet fort out of blankets, ironing boards, my couch &amp;amp; coatrack.  not my best fort, but pretty dang good, if i do say so myself.  and then laura &amp;amp; dj came and lounged and read books in our sweet fort.  and then we made breakfast for dinner and ate it whilst watching a super bizarre-o medium in the fort.  then we watched funny videos and some of us maybe talked until 3 in the morning in the fort.   good times for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  brianon: get ready for your birthday to rock your face off.  [don't be alarmed, this is what it will look like after your fort birthday party...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="www.nataliedee.com" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/090109/oh-no-not-my-face.jpg" width="550" border="0" height="462" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;www.nataliedee.com&lt;/a&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/7167798784011194672-7385930144190384143?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/7385930144190384143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=7385930144190384143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7385930144190384143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/7385930144190384143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/05/pancake-maker-extraordinaire.html' title='pancake maker extraordinaire'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7167798784011194672.post-573910485551860989</id><published>2010-05-22T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:38:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first rule of the flour game is don't wash your face til it's over or you are the lamest person ever to walk the earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;step one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut the flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs527.snc3/29970_1449084783817_1134126033_1352435_7293314_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 454px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs527.snc3/29970_1449084783817_1134126033_1352435_7293314_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs547.snc3/29970_1449084623813_1134126033_1352431_2872811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 459px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs547.snc3/29970_1449084623813_1134126033_1352431_2872811_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;step two:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;when the penny falls, get it off the plate using your nose.  [sidebar: if your sister can take extreme closeups during this process, you get bonus points.  also, that's actually a lie.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs507.ash1/29970_1449084943821_1134126033_1352438_1072986_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 270px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs507.ash1/29970_1449084943821_1134126033_1352438_1072986_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs547.snc3/29970_1449085663839_1134126033_1352453_2253610_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 611px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs547.snc3/29970_1449085663839_1134126033_1352453_2253610_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;step three:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;take lots of pictures that look like you have a drug problem of the classy 80s/lindsey lohan variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs507.ash1/29970_1449085863844_1134126033_1352457_3447672_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 624px; height: 416px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs507.ash1/29970_1449085863844_1134126033_1352457_3447672_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs527.snc3/29970_1449085623838_1134126033_1352452_791811_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 396px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs527.snc3/29970_1449085623838_1134126033_1352452_791811_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs507.ash1/29970_1449085543836_1134126033_1352450_6601728_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 621px; height: 414px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs507.ash1/29970_1449085543836_1134126033_1352450_6601728_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sidenote: i don't know why i'm making the same face in each picture.  that's weird.  probably the drugs/flour.  oh wait, here's a different face...with a top notch pedi-smile from jaz.  bravo and a tip of the hat to you little sister.  *insert slow clap here*]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs547.snc3/29970_1449085903845_1134126033_1352458_3580516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 646px; height: 432px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs547.snc3/29970_1449085903845_1134126033_1352458_3580516_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7167798784011194672-573910485551860989?l=therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/feeds/573910485551860989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7167798784011194672&amp;postID=573910485551860989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/573910485551860989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7167798784011194672/posts/default/573910485551860989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclarissaexplainsitall.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-rule-of-flour-game-is-dont-wash.html' title='the first rule of the flour game is don&apos;t wash your face til it&apos;s over or you are the lamest person ever to walk the earth.'/><author><name>my very own self</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07743702375358433649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RUOBYyL0NnY/S0rVG8VM_nI/AAAAAAAAAE4/TVzpapos2oI/S220/tiffany+jane+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
