<?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-6276673</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:40:59.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.belied.</title><subtitle type='html'>oh don't you count on me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-110290155944800498</id><published>2004-12-12T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T19:32:39.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Confuscious say: It is impossible to please everybody. Plese yourself.So I'm back in cold Wisconsin again... we had a few snow flurries today, but it's actually been strange weather here.. we're approaching a record breaking stretch of no snow. The latest we've ever had snow here was Dec. 15th.. so we'd better get some soon. It's much prettier than icky brown grass and mud. Yesterday Rachel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/110290155944800498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/110290155944800498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110290155944800498' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-110137009219394043</id><published>2004-11-25T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T02:08:12.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>somewhere only we know..very strange to be back "home".. I put home in quotations because this place doesn't really feel like home anymore.. if it ever did. I mean, I always lived here.. but I never really felt at home here. The house feels so... small. I finally got here after all that emotional and physical stress, walked in, walked around, sat down and cried in the bathroom because I didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/110137009219394043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/110137009219394043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110137009219394043' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109986745244272875</id><published>2004-11-07T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:44:12.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dare you to moveSo I'm still working at art and making art and .. stuff. I registered for my classes for next quarter (boy that was an interesting.. almost two days.. I stayed up for 42 hours total), and I've chosen to take Color Theory, 3D design, and Intro to Psychology. If all goes well, I'll be able to take my first metals course the last quarter of this year :) Isn't that exciting! Woo! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109986745244272875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109986745244272875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109986745244272875' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109906548566773141</id><published>2004-10-29T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T10:58:05.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>amber is the color of your energyI love Tybee.. I love the beach.. I think from now on, wherever I go, I'll need ot live by the sea. If love exists, and if I have ever truly found it, I know that Tybee is a love of mine.so for anyone who doesn't know already, I'm planning an oodly fun trip to Tennessee for part of winter break! Exciting, isn't it! I'm going to fly to BWI and either Alex or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109906548566773141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109906548566773141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109906548566773141' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109813629310162277</id><published>2004-10-18T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T17:01:25.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...MmmmmhhmBoy how you gon' just walk ri by me an' not say nothin'? Oh no you di-int.sorry about that. It's the voice for my inner dialogue today - don't ask me why. Other days it's an Irishman, or a southern gal. go figure. (by the way I hate that expression.. "go figure".. I should really not have used it there... seeing as I hate it.. oh well, go figure)Yeah.So, how are you? Good, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109813629310162277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109813629310162277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109813629310162277' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109674435201674026</id><published>2004-10-02T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:12:32.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swing swingWow, I had the most awesome day yesterday! Well really just the night.. and it was mostly actually today.. Oh well :) Anyway, a bunch of my friends (Charla, Eric, Ted, Ted's visiting friend Dan, Liz, Alex, and Gloria) and I went to the beach at Tybee in the middle of the night! It was so fun.. and we had it basically to ourselves... it was beautiful. Liz and I at first didn't want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109674435201674026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109674435201674026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109674435201674026' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109659454124156042</id><published>2004-09-30T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T20:38:58.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Minoan dolphinsSo what can I write about today? Well I'm pretty annoyed because we had classes canceled on Monday and now have to have class tomorrow.. on Friday.. and now have one less day in the weekend (we don't have friday classes) to prepare for next week's classes.. and also our Friday is taken up. Damn Jeanne. There wasn't any reason to close school on Monday anyway! ... oh look, CLOUDS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109659454124156042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109659454124156042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109659454124156042' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109594946627744452</id><published>2004-09-23T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T09:24:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to waitwell I think that since I haven't been very good at updating this, people may have given up entirely on reading it :P but anyway.. I've been busy, which I think is a good thing. School is going well, I've got new friends.. I'm basically settled in.Now I just hope that Jeanne won't come in and ruin it all with an evacuation! *knock on wood*.. I need a job! There are so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109594946627744452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109594946627744452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109594946627744452' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109499936130590459</id><published>2004-09-12T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T09:33:01.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to SCADHey well.. it's been an interesting few days. So far no one has made us little freshman feel unwelcome or stupid. We've been doing a lot of orientation stuff (most of it unbearably boring) with our orientation groups and I met a few people who could turn out to be good friends.. and who could not. I haven't decided yet. My room looks great now, although it's very cold because we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109499936130590459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109499936130590459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109499936130590459' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109453069233285361</id><published>2004-09-06T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T23:18:12.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blood Makes NoiseSo.. I made it through the day before I leave with only one little freak out session.. during which I realized there was so much to do that I couldn't even think about it all without forgetting what I'd already put on the list in my head, and that I needed help but that mom was asleep because she was having some pain. I never felt like such a useless weight before in all my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109453069233285361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109453069233285361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109453069233285361' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109400810244605016</id><published>2004-08-31T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:11:28.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TomorrowDah said something that made me really upset today. It seemed like we'd been getting a lot closer in the last week, and I was really liking it. We were having fun picking out stuff for my dorm, messing with my computer.. but then tonight he says to me at supper (after I said that I was sad I couldn't take mom's Tori Amos CD with me) that "you know.. going to Savannah is just like going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109400810244605016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109400810244605016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109400810244605016' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109329621607617354</id><published>2004-08-23T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:23:36.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spoken like a melodySo I have a theory about pretty girls and not so pretty girls. I'm not really sure which category I get put in since I can't really tell.. so maybe someone will have to let me know. Anyway.. people contradict themselves all over in this area trying to do what's right.. but there isn't anything right.Okay.. prety girls attract because of their prettiness.. and either the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109329621607617354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109329621607617354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109329621607617354' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109269745727641535</id><published>2004-08-16T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:04:17.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cerry Lips - go baby, go, go.I'm having a great day today! First, this morning I decided to watch Great Hotels, and guess which city's hotels they were looking at! Savannah's :) So I called Whitney up and told her to tell people at home to watch it (you know, since I'm housesitting). That was exciting.. oh then mom called later to tell me that the duvet covers I ordered came, and that I also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109269745727641535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109269745727641535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109269745727641535' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109158346401025844</id><published>2004-08-03T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T20:52:46.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Riding shotgun down the avalancheI feel pretty today :) Yay me. But I had a weird day today babysitting. It all started out fine with a nice game of Lord of the Rings Monopoly (.. I was Galadriel.. ooooh), but we had to stop that because oh yeah - piano lessons at 10:00. That lasts until 11:30 .. and then they have to quick eat lunch before noon so that they'll be able to swim for their simming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109158346401025844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109158346401025844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109158346401025844' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109107054597427754</id><published>2004-07-28T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:09:05.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a moldy mango in the box on the floor. I've got a weird sore thing on my gum.. the inner side of my lower gums on the right side. I think it's from tooth brushing that is too vigorous.. maybe I should stop thinking about things that make me worry when i'm brushing my teeth &gt;.&gt;So anyway.. what's going on with me... hm.. um.. oh! Molly still has my DVDs! That pilferer! ;)Oh yeah and um, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109107054597427754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109107054597427754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109107054597427754' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109053968411748106</id><published>2004-07-22T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:45:06.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> If wishes were horses I would ride, ride, ride. I'm sad all the time.. I can't figure it out. I feel lonely and cut off from everyone.. even more so when I'm with a bunch of people. I feel like my family wants to get rid of me. Whenever I am home  no one likes that I'm around - I basically don't move or speak when I'm here and somehow I manage to piss everyone off. So then I drive back over to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109053968411748106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109053968411748106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109053968411748106' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-109028824775079164</id><published>2004-07-19T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T20:50:47.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "That wasn't Mozart laughing at me - that was God, laughing through him.. in that obscene giggle." - from "Amadeus" the character Antonio Salieri (I probably spelled something wrong in there) Yep.. watched the Director's cut of that movie today.. many extra scenes.. made the movie much longer. I didn't like some of the extra scenes.. like the one in which Salieri says to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109028824775079164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/109028824775079164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109028824775079164' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108993672073014921</id><published>2004-07-15T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T20:52:01.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote: "I've still got sand in my shoes, and I can't shake the thought of you." - Dido  (So it has come to my attention (thanks to a very nice Australian boy) - that I haven't written in my journal "in ages." so.. I will do that.. very soon. But right now I have to eat :) (and there will be leftover mom's birthday cake and a movie with molly to follow my meal!)   more to come soon ~petit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108993672073014921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108993672073014921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993672073014921' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108863335947299275</id><published>2004-06-30T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T17:09:19.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "All the years that have come to pass, all the years that will be - I see clear, right before me." - Crashtest Dummies songI was doing a lot of reading on the astrological signs in a book that was written about 30-35 years ago. It's a little dated in some places, but the most detailed astrology book I've ever read - it belongs to the people I babysit (and will in a few weeks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108863335947299275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108863335947299275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108863335947299275' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108812071516570589</id><published>2004-06-24T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T22:17:37.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no quote and no french today.I think I should clean and organize my closet.. wow, that will be a job to remember.. unfondly :) I don't think I'll do it today, since I have to, once again, get up at 5:00 tomorrow to babysit.. but soon :) Maybe Friday.I keep bouncing back and forth between two poles.. on one side, I feel gorgeous and wonderful and loved and completely excited about life.. and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108812071516570589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108812071516570589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108812071516570589' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108692285646460810</id><published>2004-06-10T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:00:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Citation du jour: "Juliet, what's the matter?" - Mattoui, j'etais tres triste ce matin.. et Matt a remarque (... je peux pas utiliser les accents parce que l'ordinateur ne les aime pas.. donc, "remarque" devrait avoir une accent ague sur le "e" a la fin pour le mettre en passe compose, mais.. qu'est-ce que je peux faire?) J'ai appris que j'aime les personnes au lycee plus que je pensais.. et </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108692285646460810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108692285646460810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692285646460810' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108664698377059108</id><published>2004-06-07T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T17:23:03.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Citation du jour: "Deck the halls, it's you again, you again.. somewhere someone must know the ending.." Tori Amos "space dog"Tout le monde aime ma nouvelle photo de Tori Amos? Moi, je l'aime, mais bien sur, non? J'adore Tori Amos!Ce matin j'ai fini la jolie bague que je faisait. Allors demain en Art Metals, je dois nettoyer la chambre avec toute la classe.. et ça compte 20 points pour nos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108664698377059108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108664698377059108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108664698377059108' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108631449470691795</id><published>2004-06-03T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T21:55:01.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: " everytime I try to fly I fall, without my wings I feel so small, I guess I need you baby, and everytime I see you in my dreams, I see your face, it's haunting me, I guess I need you baby..." - Britney Spears "Everytime"yes I know... Britney Spears. But it's a good song. I've been listening to it over and over for the last two days.So I cried when I got home from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108631449470691795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108631449470691795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108631449470691795' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108597516714638830</id><published>2004-05-30T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T22:46:07.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on, as long as your army stays perfectly still.. " - Tori Amos Finally found a good tori amos song quiz! (see below) Yayayay. So.. today was a pretty good day. I looked like a ballerina - always a good thing ;) I did get a kind of upsetting email though.. and my reply might've been upsetting as well. And I wish that in Australia </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108597516714638830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108597516714638830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108597516714638830' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108584713151207471</id><published>2004-05-29T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:12:11.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "Thanks for scaring me." -RyanI love waking up on saturdays when I've slept a little longer than I'd like to have done, but it's all dark and cloudy outside, and my windows are open and I can hear the rain, and there's a cool breeze, and no one else is up yet :) Wonderful start to my day!Mom and I realized that really the only other person we have in the family that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108584713151207471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108584713151207471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108584713151207471' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108529042931538664</id><published>2004-05-23T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:50:33.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: " through the wind and the rain, she stands hard as a stone, in a world that she can't rise above, but her dreams give her wings, and she flies to a place where she's loved - concrete angel." - "Concrete Angel," Martina McBrideSo how is everyone liking the modifications to my blog? I like it.. First the image of sam from benny and joon mysteriously disappeared (which I later </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108529042931538664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108529042931538664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529042931538664' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108501047156245022</id><published>2004-05-19T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T18:47:51.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "A first place prize is awarded to (me) of (my school) for her group of four exceptional poems. The style of these poems is painterly and pristine; as one judge said, they are "still-lifes full of movement and motion." The voice in the poems is intriguing and sophisticated. The clarity and immediacy of many of the images recalled to minds poets such as Annah Akhmatova and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108501047156245022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108501047156245022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108501047156245022' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108424460387385403</id><published>2004-05-10T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:03:23.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: ".. a little rain's a gonna come, so I'll let your smile just up and carry me." - Joan BaiezHad a good mother's day.. feeling pretty good about things right now. I wish I didn't have to be in school for these final weeks, and I wish metals teacher wasn't in the hospital, but this is the end of the road :) I think things are settling down.Oh the survivor reunion show was so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108424460387385403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108424460387385403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108424460387385403' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108408861373261327</id><published>2004-05-09T02:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T15:48:06.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no quote.There was a thunderstorm.. ooh. I can't sleep :( And I have a bad feeling about some things .. maybe it's just me being paranoid sleepless .. ness.. but :'(quizzes? oui.Which Jewel song are you most like? Find out!"All she needs is therapy....""Rattlesnakes" - You're the type of person who knows how to take care of yourself.  After years of letdowns and disappointments, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108408861373261327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108408861373261327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108408861373261327' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108397234556653707</id><published>2004-05-07T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T23:56:33.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: "I've got the sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around" - from the movie "Love Actually"I love that movie - gives me faith in Love and Fate.So the week of AP tests is over. I feel good about them :) SCAD sent me some stuff today.. I get to do housing stuff after the 10th (yay!) and I have an email account with them.. and they sent me a mouse pad and a .. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108397234556653707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108397234556653707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108397234556653707' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108351957446344772</id><published>2004-05-02T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T12:43:55.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "And the ash and oak, and the birch and yew, dressed in ribbons fair.." - Enya, theme to Ever AfterWell that was some cooky weather this morning eh? Bright sun, pouring rain, and patches of snow all over o.o Come now, it's May for goodness sake!Speaking of May... yay! All the trees have pretty new leaves and blossoms, and there are flowers everywhere.. it smells beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108351957446344772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108351957446344772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108351957446344772' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108336955140646882</id><published>2004-04-30T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T14:31:34.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: "Some kid told me about this sea turtle, and if you blow bubbles in its face, it chases ya!" - Joey, FriendsYep, I started watching Friends. Oh it's so funny.. but I don't like how loud the laugh track is.. it gets a little annoying.So I've got a lot of stuff to do.. and a certain friend Joan who keeps complaining about how choppy the lake is, and .. yeah. But I did decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108336955140646882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108336955140646882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108336955140646882' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108303601606491156</id><published>2004-04-26T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:24:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: " I'm just wonderin', I'll ask again, is my sweet man on that train?" - Mindy Smith, "train song"Yeah.. I had a weird day today. *sigh* .... It ended up with me feeling like there was no way for me to overcome "the system" of rules and ideas that "people" have established in this world, that they don't even attempt to understand anymore, or attempt to understand things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108303601606491156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108303601606491156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303601606491156' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108277027340683109</id><published>2004-04-23T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T20:35:22.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no quote today.Yucky - I wish this virus would go away. No fair that I got sick :( I cough all the time and blow my nose the rest of the time - both of which, combined with head congestion, give me a bad headache... the french teacher (who came from france to .. teach us? Really I don't know why he came.. I guess maybe to be a student teacher for madame) didn't know my name. Silly guy - I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108277027340683109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108277027340683109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108277027340683109' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108249667120417859</id><published>2004-04-20T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:35:16.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day "Oh holy shit!" - Roxy, Chicago..yep. So I'm back.. did you miss me?I don't really want to talk about my trip okay? I've never been more confused or pressured than I am right now.. especially since on top of having to decide between the three schools (CIA, MECA, SCAD), I got another thrown at me as soon as I got home. The Massachusetts School of Art has accepted me, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108249667120417859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108249667120417859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108249667120417859' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108200074097792568</id><published>2004-04-14T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T22:49:37.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "I've got so much beauty around me, I can't lose, I've got so much beauty around me I can't choose, I've got so much beaty around me, around you..." - Damien Rice, "Toffy"ahh, I love that song.So. I'm going away again, surprise surprise. This time to Cleveland and then to Portland - 5 days away with my parents, leaving my two sisters home alone (yeah, I thought it was a bad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108200074097792568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108200074097792568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108200074097792568' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108180621273473771</id><published>2004-04-12T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:57:08.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "You find beauty in ordinary things. Do not lose this ability." ~my fortune cookie :)Had a good time in Illinois - had fun with cousins and such :) Even had a good time with the easter egg hunt. Yay for me and my ability to find things! I even found Evan's easter basket when everyone was looking for it. Yep yep, yay me. Oh, and I got the new Norah Jones cd in my basket :) And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108180621273473771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108180621273473771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180621273473771' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108155003110530425</id><published>2004-04-09T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T17:39:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "Over the years in prison, when I have been by myself, as I am a good deal of the time, I have closed my eyes and turned my head towards the sun, and I have seen a red and an orange that were like the brightness of those quilts; and when we'd hung a half-dozen of them up on the line, all in a row, I thought that they looked like flags, hung out by an army as it goes to war.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108155003110530425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108155003110530425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108155003110530425' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108136492461130783</id><published>2004-04-07T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T14:24:19.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   You're Turkey!  You have a good deal of history behind you, both good and   bad, but through it all, you've become a leader among your friends.  You   have an uncanny ability to make friends with people who hate each other, though   sometimes you just hate them instead.  Surprisingly fickle, you keep a   good balance in your life between religion and humanism, but most people think   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108136492461130783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108136492461130783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108136492461130783' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108105806592066041</id><published>2004-04-03T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T23:58:07.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: "I hate my trophies" sed the 18 year oldthats only because none of them are gold!!I hate rythming poems, yet i write them myselfand i say stupid shit like "one must first study oneself"I am Scarlet Tanager - oh yes that is meI'm the one that said "I refuse to settle for practicality""Life and love give me more courage than any god could" I only say that because im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108105806592066041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108105806592066041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108105806592066041' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108087843341293732</id><published>2004-04-01T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:04:12.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "Let the rain fall down, everywhere around you, give in to it now, let the day surround you, you don't need a reason, let the day go on and on.." ~Enya (Wild Child)yeah.. I don't know what's up with the not being able to see the images for the quizes. Oh well.So - next project is a handmade book - complete with marbled paper and everything.. only a small bit is metal.. but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108087843341293732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108087843341293732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087843341293732' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108070673101844521</id><published>2004-03-30T21:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T22:22:27.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: "I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless heareafter - the Eternity they have entered _ where life is boundless in its duration, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108070673101844521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108070673101844521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070673101844521' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108037654565784231</id><published>2004-03-27T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T21:46:00.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "2. **State here your completely honest opinion of me:juliet is one of the most compitent, lovely and peaceful people i know... (this feels like i am a teacher ;p) juliet is someone that i love  the most who isn't in my family, and even supasses some of those people... and that speaks for it self."...well gosh ryan, I have to blush :)I'm going to kill that ring of mine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108037654565784231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108037654565784231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108037654565784231' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-108018767571036635</id><published>2004-03-24T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:12:15.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "When you gonna make up your mind, when you gonna love you as much as I do?" - Tori Amos (Winter)Well, I had an eventful day in Art Metals.. lots of things getting stuck and.. lost and.. oh yes, Matt made a cool tool for me and I helped :P My new ring is making good progress now..the round table staff (which includes me) is using one of my rabbit drawings for the cover! :) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108018767571036635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/108018767571036635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108018767571036635' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107992465025295734</id><published>2004-03-21T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T21:07:34.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "43: What do u think about the person who sent this to you? Juliet will always be a special person to me.  In my mind, she is something of an angel.  She's very graceful and has such a controlled attitude, it's quite an interest, for me, to just look at her.  Hope that doesn't sound like stalking, but you are very attractive Ms. Darken.  Maybe we could get together again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107992465025295734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107992465025295734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107992465025295734' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107983518987027356</id><published>2004-03-20T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T20:17:37.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: "Hell, y'didn't expect garnish too, didja?" - The Lady Chablis (from her autobiography Hiding My Candyjust finished that book today - I loved it, but then I fell in love with this character from John Berendt's Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.. or "the book" as they call it in Savannah. I'd reccomend both!I've been increasingly angry with Rachel lately, because she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107983518987027356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107983518987027356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107983518987027356' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107958210374573925</id><published>2004-03-17T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T22:12:02.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for the day: " Yes, I killed her.. I hated her sooo much.. it was .. fl flames.. FLAMES,.. burning.. fla.. on the side of my face.. bre, bur, ho, burn , breathing, it..-" Mrs. White, "Clue" the movie .. I love that movie.. flames on the side of my face burning hate, wow, sounds like an emotion I was feeling today. And not for the black hole - it was being quite docile today. Gr! This was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107958210374573925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107958210374573925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958210374573925' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107947273306216572</id><published>2004-03-16T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:35:29.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day: "If I should buy jelly beans, have to eat them all in just one sitting, everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter, a little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me." - Rufus WainwrightGuess who was awarded another scholarship! Well, obviously me, no one else around here you know :) Yes, $10,000 per year for 5 years at the Cleveland Insitute of Art.. not that I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107947273306216572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107947273306216572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947273306216572' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107924836113835399</id><published>2004-03-14T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T01:16:54.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote(s) for the day: Cyra: Regardless of what your other plans are, I'd encourage you to make an appearance at the cast party in the aud.Molly: We'll make a pit stop!hahaha! :P(and that would be BAND molly, not molly my super duper great friend!)Musical's over.. yep. It's the end. I'll never be around to do another musical again. Wait wait.. let's check.. am I? nope. Not sad.So I have a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107924836113835399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107924836113835399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107924836113835399' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107904890892777188</id><published>2004-03-11T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:52:51.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for today: "Look at me, look at me, a one woman show!" - title of Eric's monologue/performance piece in an episode of Boy Meets World.. later edited from woman to man.and yes, look at me! Look at this girl who earned from the savannah college of art and design, a scholarship for $10,000 per year - totalling at $40,000!!! Awarded to me for my impressive academic achievements and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107904890892777188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107904890892777188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107904890892777188' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107885906235810838</id><published>2004-03-09T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T13:07:29.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we should tell my stomach to shut up its gurgling because I have things to do!! o.o Grrr.. I really didn't want to be missing school. At least we're only reading Hamlet for Lit and I know that play pretty well :) It just got so bad at lunch that I spent the full 30 minutes in the bathroom and decided I might as well just stay there.But good news! - this morning I soldered the bezel to my ring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107885906235810838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107885906235810838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885906235810838' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107863341733880241</id><published>2004-03-06T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:45:20.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for Today: " Maybe I've been here before, I know this room, I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you, I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah." ~ Rufus Wainwright -"Hallelujah"My back is in knots! OooowwwwwWW! And not just my back, my neck and shoulders and.. oooww. I need a massage. Stupid Joseph!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107863341733880241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107863341733880241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107863341733880241' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107855254427124439</id><published>2004-03-05T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:58:46.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for today: "Joseph was an unimportant slave who found he liked his master,consequently worked much harder, even with devotion."~Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream CoatI don't know why that's the quote. That's just what's in my head. Hey, I like band people who wear green or yellow shirts. It makes them look so cute.okay so.. yeah.. I'm kind of.. just.. tired. I don't know what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107855254427124439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107855254427124439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855254427124439' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107846061352299382</id><published>2004-03-04T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:26:34.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel so horribleI've let all my friends fall into the dirt....why can't I teach them to fly? :'(~petit oiseau</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107846061352299382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107846061352299382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846061352299382' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107828548593250843</id><published>2004-03-02T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T21:51:21.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Movie)Quote for the day:"Hey Mr. Donut-Head man, who's trying to kill you? -I don't know, but they better not!"~Garth - Wayne's WorldSo let's see. This morning I woke up completely refreshed - and ready to bitch at the world!No, but seriously - there are some big fat problems with society, and for some reason this morning I had enormous and brilliant insight. So hm.. where to start with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107828548593250843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107828548593250843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828548593250843' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107819909373531018</id><published>2004-03-01T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:47:50.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for today:"Benny: why didn't you like her?Joon: She was given to fits of semi-precious metaphors." - Benny and Joon... sounds reasonable to me.Siri and I had a nice discussion about Black Holes today.. black holes and their incessant sucking power.. and how frustrating those black holes are and how they suck in clunky blunky blind people. Gosh, and black holes can be so loud! Making </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107819909373531018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107819909373531018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819909373531018' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107795358335585375</id><published>2004-02-28T01:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T01:35:56.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote for today: "I love shrimp. They're the best tasting thing to ever come out of the ocean." - me, at Noodles... sounding like I was drunk, when really I had just been smelling a lot of soap.. or something. Now can you just imagine the little shrimp marching right out of the ocean and crying "eat me! EAt ME! I taste delicious!!!" and doing a little shrimp jig? I can! :DI hope Laura had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107795358335585375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107795358335585375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107795358335585375' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107783752003586740</id><published>2004-02-26T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:31:27.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day:"You can't fend off a band of blood-thirsty vikings with a shenai - it's illogical."-as so eloquently spoken by the character of Lars in "Serendipity."Lots of things to do.. should really get to writing some more poetry again too. ah well.Off to frolic.... tra la, tra la.Ballet shoes- beautiful, graceful, and creative,you enjoy dancing writing and music.  You areoften </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107783752003586740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107783752003586740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107783752003586740' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107747704675269239</id><published>2004-02-22T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T13:13:32.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Update:Tyler: let me into their BA (not BFA .. because apparently I'm not "ready" &gt;.&gt;)program with a $7,500 per year scholarshipMECA: accepted me and awarded a $9,000 per year talent based scholarship (one of their top awards.. and they said they were "very excited about the calibre of my application" on the phone message...so HA! on Tyler... assguys.)SCAD: Visit was awesome - I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107747704675269239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107747704675269239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107747704675269239' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107715411947907023</id><published>2004-02-18T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T19:31:19.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is your horoscope for Wednesday, February 18:You're curious about life and fearless in the face of the unknown. To experience you is to have some idea of how legends begin. Go your own way and leave others guessing.....interesting eh?So I'm going out of town starting Friday - Out to Savannah to see the school. Should be much much fun! I'm mad because Tyler didn't accept me - stupids.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107715411947907023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107715411947907023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715411947907023' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107663878470918116</id><published>2004-02-12T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T20:25:36.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>um okay.. somehow I tried to post a comment and the whole comment thingy went poof o.o Um.. hm. right then.this is basically what I said:Rachel humiliated me and completely went off on me at school when I had no one else to turn to.. Granted I was tired and not feeling well at the same time so I overreacted. But what really bothered me was she told me to go sit "with my friends" (who were not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107663878470918116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107663878470918116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663878470918116' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107646055026524935</id><published>2004-02-10T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T18:51:38.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rachel is a fucking bitch! DAMMIT! I can't believe she would DO that to me!:'( :'( throwing me to the wolves, cutting my lifeline, .. equivalently disowning me as a sister. For what? Where the fuck does she think I can go?! I hope she reads this too - I caught her looking one day. I would never EVER EVER do the things she does to me. Never read her journals, never EVER humiliate her in front</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107646055026524935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107646055026524935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646055026524935' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107637107624096371</id><published>2004-02-09T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T18:00:24.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yep, it was a great weekend and a great birthday! I loved all my presents and both of my cakes! I listen to the CD (soundtrack to Coldmountain) that molly gave me about a billion times per day (bear with my hyperbole), and I wear the sweatshirt laura gave me (my favorite!) in the morning when I'm cold. Only bad thing is I'll have to wash it eventually and then it won't smell like Laura anymore :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107637107624096371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107637107624096371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107637107624096371' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107594196510589250</id><published>2004-02-04T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T18:13:46.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm, feel better todayThis weekend is going to be so wonderfully great! Yes! First on Friday, dinner with Laura and then cake and movies at molly's house! It's like a mini-early birthday party since I'm not having one! :D My friends are so nice :) I hope Sarah comes too, and molly didn't ask siri, but I want siri to come... 'cept it's at molly's house so maybe molly doesn't want a ton of people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107594196510589250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107594196510589250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594196510589250' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107573556654543749</id><published>2004-02-02T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T09:28:23.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:(not feeling too well today.. nauseous, pukey.. yuck! I'm going to try to get to school for third and fourth hour, but I don't know if I'll be able to..we have a Beowulf test tomorrow and I don't really want to miss the review day..:'(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107573556654543749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107573556654543749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107573556654543749' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107542106840077388</id><published>2004-01-29T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T18:06:41.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made another quizzie:Congratulations, you're an old soul! You've livedso many times, that you have experienced muchmore than the rest of us. It's not certain whatyou were in your last life, but you haveprobably lived a life of them all. In yourpresent life, you are wise and knowledgeable,very creative, and attract people to yourshining soul. Enjoy this life, who knows whatwonderous place </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107542106840077388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107542106840077388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107542106840077388' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107504837340181395</id><published>2004-01-25T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T10:36:30.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored.. it's 10:05 on Sunday.. I had some frickin' weird dreams.. but no surprise there. When do I not? Okay so in one.. I think we (meaning my family and a couple of friends and my grandpa..) were playing a weird made up game that we had to finish so that the room would rotate and we could all get out.. it was strangely sexual in a very non-sexy way o.o - like, labeling of body parts or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107504837340181395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107504837340181395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504837340181395' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107490162990786896</id><published>2004-01-23T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:49:13.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HSB test went very well je pense.. oh, bored today so guess what! I made a weebl and bob quizhttp://quizilla.com/users/Blackwren/quizzes/Which%20Weebl%20and%20Bob%20character%20are%20you%3F/and here're my results  :)You are Donkey! You don't say much, but you're asexy momma. You don't lie and Weebl loves youalmost as much as pie! Too bad you ran off withChris the Ninja Pirate.... you slut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107490162990786896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107490162990786896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107490162990786896' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107481715460844453</id><published>2004-01-22T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T10:52:39.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very extremely cold out today - walking to school the wind made my eyes water and my tears froze instantly o.o It makes me shiver just looking outside!Went to see the photographer again today to go over my slides with him. He helped my mom and I pick the slides with the best light for each piece, and helped us mask them and reposition the film in the slide mount (some were a bit off center and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107481715460844453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107481715460844453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107481715460844453' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107473837386701098</id><published>2004-01-21T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:28:15.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first: hi molly! I &lt;3 Molly :)next: we might be getting a parrot!!! wooo! It's so great! It's an african grey parrot.. the previous owner has to get rid of it because she's developed an alergy to birds, but since she took the parrot on as a comittment for life she is going to pay for the food and vet bills! wow! It's an extremely intelligent bird.. and she calls him Jesse.. which I think we'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107473837386701098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107473837386701098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473837386701098' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107413061820220924</id><published>2004-01-14T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:38:50.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had portfolio taken today! :) It was "super fun!".... even had some very artistic slightly racy somewhat revealing shots of me done with my pieces of jewelry on me ;) I love them! Although it was a bit embarassing at first.. good thing I have "killer abs." o.o The photographer was impressed with the pieces I had him photograph.. said " wow we get to be in the presence of such artistry!" and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107413061820220924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107413061820220924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413061820220924' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107396351698302981</id><published>2004-01-12T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:12:18.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good day! Awesome!Sarah, you never read my stupid journal, but thank you so much for not letting me wimp out. You were right - it's going to be great!! :D :D :D ;)oooh, how am I ever going to sleep?! I'm so excited!Chicago tomorrow - art institute.. lots of hot tasty french fun! :) Presentations about chosen paintings in french (and the artist). I picked "At the Moulin Rouge" by Henri de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107396351698302981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107396351698302981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396351698302981' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107371276756002215</id><published>2004-01-09T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T23:33:07.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heh.. yeah...wow.why am I still awake? I am so tired. I was falling asleep just a little while ago. Too many fruit snacks? Too much water? Too much of other things?I like leaving things for people to read on the napkins on coffee houses and cafes. Hear my wisdom for it is great.I also like the painting by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec titled Abandon, les deux amis.. Yep.. pretty much love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107371276756002215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107371276756002215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371276756002215' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107361713303209131</id><published>2004-01-08T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:59:12.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well... interesting day today. Was pretty much a normal "happy" day for me, but for most of my friends it was kind of turbulent. Actually very turbulent. I hope I helped everyone that wanted it as much as I could and didn't make anything any worse :/Yay! Cori wrote back to me! I love Cori. I want to tell her some stuff - and I miss emailing her like I used to a long time ago. .. oh, she's my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107361713303209131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107361713303209131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361713303209131' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107343911127123763</id><published>2004-01-06T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T19:32:10.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay, pit orchestra meeting tomorrow! I'm so excited! I love being in the pit!  Except I wish we could be on stage again like last year.. but oh well.. at least I get to play!! There were no strings parts written in... psh.. stupids. Don't they know that strings are mandatory?! Especially lovely violins :)Unbearably cold today: -20 with wind chill. Too bad they don't close school unless its -50 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107343911127123763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107343911127123763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343911127123763' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107335552406063560</id><published>2004-01-05T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T21:02:46.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hm.. today started terribly, and ended pretty badly too.. with some wonderfully happy bits in the middle!I've already said how much I love morning.. well.. I feel like if I don't get up before the sun, and take a little time to meet the day, and just be quiet by myself, I have a weird feeling the rest of the day. Not a pleasant one. So, this morning I was all excited to get up and see all my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107335552406063560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107335552406063560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335552406063560' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107327155454888100</id><published>2004-01-04T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:26:24.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parents want to have my portfolio (for application to Art Schools) professionally taken.. makes me very very nervous. Costs money.. plus the person may comment on my work .. which.. yeah. I'm scared of. That's why I'm sending my portfolio in slide form in the first place.. because I live far enough away from all the schools that I'm allowed to (even though I'll be visiting them all anyway.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107327155454888100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107327155454888100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327155454888100' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107323893803419215</id><published>2004-01-04T11:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T11:58:32.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love morning. I love being the first one awake.. and having time to be quiet and lonely. Loneliness is not all bad when you spend it with yourself :) Morning is a time of poetry.Yesterday was such a good day.. well not really the day, more like the night - because I told sarah my "secret" in exchange for hers.. and they were the same! :D So now.. it's like we've found someone who we can talk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107323893803419215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107323893803419215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107323893803419215' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107315518156107179</id><published>2004-01-03T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T12:48:59.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hum de dum dum..guess what! I just read the weather forcast and it made my day! Snow is on the way.. and it will soon be "frigid".. with temperatures ranging from 0 - 13. oooh 13, that's hot for the weather that's coming!woohoo!Johnny DeppPlease rate this quiz I worked hard on it thanksand I hope that you had fun What Celebirty are you going to MARRY?!(14 outcomes with pics for anyone) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107315518156107179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107315518156107179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107315518156107179' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107310586793591264</id><published>2004-01-02T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T22:58:06.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... this is my first real post.merci beaucoup ma soeur! .. she helped me set this whole thing up.. BUT! She did not help me find the fabulous picture of "sam" from Benny and Joon played by Johnny Depp.. that was all me!go read my poetry - there's a link. I think it's pretty good myself, but then, I am conceited.. so you'll have to make your own opinion.~Scarlet</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107310586793591264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107310586793591264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107310586793591264' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6276673.post-107309604012501388</id><published>2004-01-02T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T20:14:18.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something something something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107309604012501388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6276673/posts/default/107309604012501388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littleredbird.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107309604012501388' title=''/><author><name>Scarlet</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
