<?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-1921467248171055072</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:25:11.722-07:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='concert'/><category term='mom'/><category term='college'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='dad'/><category term='confused'/><category term='wal-mart'/><category term='dance'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>{just how obnoxious is that gracie girl?}</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4887489626214326013</id><published>2009-09-06T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:37:11.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>faith, trust, and...well, maybe we don't need pixie dust.</title><content type='html'>WOW. TWO DAYS UPDATING IN A ROW. I'M ON A ROLL.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm just procrastinating REALLY badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people show up in our lives to teach us something....or, to show us that there is still reason to believe in somthing. Case specifically, that not everyone is the same. Not everyone that you trust instantaneously is going to wind up stabbing you in the back. You CAN let your guard down. It's OKAY. You're SAFE. Maybe I don't have to hate the entire human race just because of the poor dealings of a few people. Maybe people are basically good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this quote once on a facebook bumper sticker, of all places; it said something along the lines of how 'she's so afraid to hold on to anyone, because anyone who said that they'll never leave....left.' I know how that feels. I realized that I live in fear of being abandoned by people who mean something to me. But I don't have to be afraid. They're not going anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that I'll never be hurt again. Because I will be. I'm only TWENTY years old and I have a lifetime ahead of me to meet and lose people. But maybe, just maybe, I can learn to trust more than I ever have. Also not to say that I'll change overnight. Because I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but just one reassuring voice, telling me that they're not going anywhere, when I didn't even have to say anything first, may mean more to me than it does to most people. The voice in my head that screamed "LIAR" actually shut up and the tears of separation sadness did not fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to do is TRUST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4887489626214326013?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/4887489626214326013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=4887489626214326013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4887489626214326013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4887489626214326013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/09/faith-trust-andwell-maybe-we-dont-need.html' title='faith, trust, and...well, maybe we don&apos;t need pixie dust.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-446271067880466595</id><published>2009-09-05T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:21:45.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best problem to have</title><content type='html'>I did not update this for the entire month of August....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mainly because I was having too much of a blast. This has been one of the best summers OF MY LIFE. especially since it started out with me in such a rut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have the age old problem....idontwanttogobackbutiwanttostayherebutimissmyfriendsandiwanttogobacksoWHY CAN'T EVERYONE JUST BE IN ONE PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. same old thing. now I just laugh at it. but what's different is that last summer, I did not have NEW friends which I was so not expecting. whenever I say that I don't need new friends, tell me to shut up. because I was so pleasantly surprised to see what doors new friends can open up for me. more memories, more adventures, more that I'd ever IMAGINED. and not like the old friends were just gone...because they weren't. not to mention that I even got to see my Salve loves because I took multiple road trips! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so, so blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-446271067880466595?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/446271067880466595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=446271067880466595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/446271067880466595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/446271067880466595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/09/best-problem-to-have.html' title='the best problem to have'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8203570193901557408</id><published>2009-07-26T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:34:49.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Summer 09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of having royally sucked in the beginning, you have massively turned things around for me and I can't thank you enough for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;Gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*walks off singing Havin' a Hunch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8203570193901557408?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/8203570193901557408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=8203570193901557408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8203570193901557408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8203570193901557408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-summer-09-in-spite-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4319824636857991865</id><published>2009-07-08T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:10:06.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy lazy lazy!</title><content type='html'>lack of updating is unacceptable. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i am no longer lost. after being mopey all through June, i decided about two weeks ago that i still have a lot of summer to look forward to. i am not even half way through yet. i have been on summer break for fifty two days and i have sixty days until i go back to Salve. two weeks ago i was wishing for that to get here sooner. now i am happy to be here again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt for a bit like my social life was non-existant due to my participation in Seussical. but...i just have to reach out more. i just have to balance it all. i'm not working every day. i can manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....a few highlights from the summer, so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* florida trip with the other family. awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;* going to DSW with Sam and putting up old JCC pics&lt;br /&gt;* helping Frank get his theatre company up and running again&lt;br /&gt;* meeting Elizabeth and Jessica at work&lt;br /&gt;* when K came to visit and me and her and Bevin washed Sparky and then went to the fair&lt;br /&gt;* that epic diner night with Frank and Sam&lt;br /&gt;* spending two days at the Greek Festival with Bevin and Michelle&lt;br /&gt;* Father's Day and Riley's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;* adventures with Gauri!!&lt;br /&gt;* aimless driving with Sam until crazy hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;* visiting the JCC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;* going to see Rock of Ages with Glynnis!!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Bevin's Grad Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;* MARYLAND AND DC TRIP!!!!!! with the cousins&lt;br /&gt;* yesterday, at work...getting rosary beads that were BLESSED BY THE POPE from Suzanne :-)&lt;br /&gt;* having deep convos with Elizabeth when we're supposed to be doing work&lt;br /&gt;* Alex's shower &lt;br /&gt;* celebrating Alex's birthday and graduation from nursing school&lt;br /&gt;* seeing choir peoples &lt;br /&gt;* discovering Glee, which unfortunately doesn't start until September&lt;br /&gt;* working through a few things...but not letting that bother me.&lt;br /&gt;* getting my new camera and a lot of new stuffffff&lt;br /&gt;* the usual routine with Allie and Ari&lt;br /&gt;* actually going to the gym&lt;br /&gt;* and nothing like a surprise dinner with the rents at La Pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....stuff i'm massively looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ann's grad party and spending this sunday at my WIFEY'S!!!!&lt;br /&gt;* more great Seussical rehearsals, like tonight's. &lt;br /&gt;* hell week/show week/cast party&lt;br /&gt;* GOING TO RHODE ISLAND IN NINE DAYS AND STAYING AT ALLI'S!!!!!! love love love&lt;br /&gt;* my Silpada jewelry party, this Friday&lt;br /&gt;* State Farm Staff Appreciation Dinner&lt;br /&gt;* seeing my faves in the summerstock show and the afterparties ^_^&lt;br /&gt;* choir party, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;* hopefully going to Raleigh to see cousins again&lt;br /&gt;* hopefully meeting two very special newborns :-) &lt;br /&gt;* JOURNEY CONCERT in August!!!!! i may just drool and cry at the sight of Steve Perry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4319824636857991865?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/4319824636857991865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=4319824636857991865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4319824636857991865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4319824636857991865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-lazy-lazy.html' title='lazy lazy lazy!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1509318619297905182</id><published>2009-06-14T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:56:12.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i can say is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is SO NOT LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME????!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1509318619297905182?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1509318619297905182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1509318619297905182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1509318619297905182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1509318619297905182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-can-say-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6608575114146831406</id><published>2009-05-31T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:09:17.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not this again...</title><content type='html'>i can't hang on anymore&lt;br /&gt;to what i thought we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i float on through the everyday charade&lt;br /&gt;but my head explodes with hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;but even when i was near&lt;br /&gt;you never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you regret it now?&lt;br /&gt;do you miss me when i'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;do you even give a shit? &lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD I KNOW? &lt;br /&gt;it's almost as though i don't know you anymore...or maybe i never really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes a rare breed&lt;br /&gt;to drive me to this level &lt;br /&gt;of what feels like insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to sleep&lt;br /&gt;i'm too drained to think anymore&lt;br /&gt;my mind plays like a broken record on auto-pilot&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just in my own fog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe the end of this&lt;br /&gt;is the most sane deed&lt;br /&gt;that i will ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6608575114146831406?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6608575114146831406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6608575114146831406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6608575114146831406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6608575114146831406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-this-again.html' title='not this again...'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1942567775485355388</id><published>2009-05-29T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:14:31.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home?</title><content type='html'>i don't remember the last time i felt so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's not even like i'm not happy. and when i'm with my friends, i'm happy. i've been seeing people all week who i have not seen in FOREVER and it's been AWESOME. they distract me from what i'm really thinking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i'm by myself i go into these deep thinking modes and i pull out old pictures and think about who i used to be. i guess being home reminds me of that person. i saw a lot of my old jewelry tonight and i remembered where i wore certain jewelry. it was so, so weird and i felt old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found a crapload of pics from junior and senior year mostly and it's so strange to think about how long ago that was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my Salve loves SO SO SO much, more than i did last summer. i'm on AIM almost every night just to talk to them. but i'm seeing Glynnis on Sunday! YAY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what i really want to talk about......i can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is IT going to go away? when will i stop reminiscing? when will the feelings pass? and then i hear "Don't Stop Believing..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....and i am WAY confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1942567775485355388?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1942567775485355388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1942567775485355388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1942567775485355388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1942567775485355388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3133839843170617682</id><published>2009-05-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:45:50.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've never felt this way before!</title><content type='html'>so, all throughout high school, people used to cry about the seniors leaving and how different it would be and how much they would miss them. i never really understood, save for when Gemma graduated. But never before have I felt so close to a senior class until this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commencement Ball is tonight and is in progress right now. I was just over at Ann's and saw her and Steph and Whit and Terin all dressed up, then went to Dani's and saw her and Meghan and Steph and the whole crew all dressed up. then I went and drove Erinne and Bryan down to commencement ball and got to snoop in the front window of the Newport Marriott to see everyone in their dresses! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so nostalagic...it doesn't help that Erinne and Ryan are both here and I haven't seen them in so long. it feels like people are back together again and I LOVE that feeling. I keep seeing my seniors and just feeling so proud of them, so proud to be their friend, and so happy that they wanted me there to take pictures and hug them before going off to the ball. I wish I was going too...but I'll have my chance. I never understood the hype with Prom (though I did have a great time at mine) but this feels different. This feels special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3133839843170617682?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3133839843170617682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3133839843170617682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3133839843170617682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3133839843170617682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-never-felt-this-way-before.html' title='i&apos;ve never felt this way before!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3207951811457518733</id><published>2009-05-08T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:21:16.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the other hand...</title><content type='html'>NO MORE SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE STRESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE DEADLINES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIPPEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3207951811457518733?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3207951811457518733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3207951811457518733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3207951811457518733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3207951811457518733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-other-hand.html' title='on the other hand...'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-2104237533786345157</id><published>2009-05-07T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:14:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><content type='html'>tomorrow's and Saturday's agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-theory final at 10:45. &lt;br /&gt;-random burst of happiness because finals are done.&lt;br /&gt;-let the sadness commence.&lt;br /&gt;-say good-bye to Claire and Kerrin.&lt;br /&gt;-sell my books back.&lt;br /&gt;-last TB sandwich at Sky Ranch/last meal at Sky Ranch ever/say good-bye to Shane.&lt;br /&gt;-help Glynnis move out.&lt;br /&gt;-do nothing. blech.&lt;br /&gt;-go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;-wake up on Saturday. good-bye breakfast with Ben.&lt;br /&gt;-go to Providence with Alli...and then say good-bye to her.&lt;br /&gt;-cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so damned depressing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-2104237533786345157?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/2104237533786345157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=2104237533786345157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2104237533786345157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2104237533786345157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-208305100975394709</id><published>2009-05-05T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:28:38.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I should shut up already. It's a good problem to have.</title><content type='html'>at this point, it's an identity crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no I'm being completely serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to 'New York, New York' right now, trying to get excited. Earlier today I was excited. Later on I was depressed. Then I wrote on Home People's walls because I am so excited to see them. Then I told Salve people how much I'm going to miss them. I got a text from Chelsea saying how much she missed me already. It made me tear up a little. Once I get there, I'll be golden. I won't have time to be upset. I'll be going to Florida with Jaclyn three days after I get back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still....UGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how emotional I have to get about good-byes. I hugged Nicole for almost a solid minute on Sunday night. She's gone tomorrow too. And I'm dreading having to say good-bye to Glynnis and Claire and Alli and Kerrin and Laura and Ben and Jenn and K and Sr. Marta and obvs my seniors and obvs...the obvious. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet...I know there will be some jumping and screaming and hugging when I see my Grandma and my dog and Bevin and Gauri and Allie and Ari and Michelle and Sam and Laura and Frank and Gina and Joe and all of the JCC-ers and Haley and Gemma and Margaret and Suzanne and Uncle Joe and Alex and Jaclyn and Beth and other people i'm forgetting slash other people who i usually tend to see only during the summer, but it's great nonetheless. just writing all of that out makes me excited. I haven't seen Allie since DECEMBER and Ari and Michelle since JANUARY. that's far, far too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-208305100975394709?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/208305100975394709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=208305100975394709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/208305100975394709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/208305100975394709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-shut-up-already-its-good.html' title='I should shut up already. It&apos;s a good problem to have.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1325394463134473744</id><published>2009-05-01T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:25:14.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's amazing how this song always captures how i'm feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard there was a secret chord &lt;br /&gt;That David played and it pleased the Lord &lt;br /&gt;But you don't really care for music, do you? &lt;br /&gt;It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelu----jah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you &lt;br /&gt;She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelu----jah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you &lt;br /&gt;I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelu----jah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time you let me know whats really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? (and) &lt;br /&gt;Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelu----jah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you &lt;br /&gt;And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelu--jah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;Hallelu---u---jah &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT CAN'T BE TIME FOR THIS YET!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1325394463134473744?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1325394463134473744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1325394463134473744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1325394463134473744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1325394463134473744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-amazing-how-this-song-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6581583624947653141</id><published>2009-04-29T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:41:30.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 29th? HOW?</title><content type='html'>First, a compilation of highlights of Sophomore Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FjsYGtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eucDFREhdco/s1600-h/PC060196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FjsYGtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eucDFREhdco/s400/PC060196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330215863148092114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FbVQQlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sx7lQhS9H8c/s1600-h/3314_524747784494_42302146_31491859_7898871_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FbVQQlI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Sx7lQhS9H8c/s400/3314_524747784494_42302146_31491859_7898871_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330215860903625298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FXyQo3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/h6SiNoFFTEg/s1600-h/3197_1062824535760_1380360121_30192802_1995800_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FXyQo3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/h6SiNoFFTEg/s400/3197_1062824535760_1380360121_30192802_1995800_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330215859951543154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FDmPk_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gD5s8o_wiNw/s1600-h/3197_1062824055748_1380360121_30192790_4735756_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FDmPk_I/AAAAAAAAAF4/gD5s8o_wiNw/s400/3197_1062824055748_1380360121_30192790_4735756_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330215854532432882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57V-pCYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/byhn082VxXo/s1600-h/3075_163779095253_701075253_6702422_6709673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57V-pCYI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/byhn082VxXo/s400/3075_163779095253_701075253_6702422_6709673_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330214588156283266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57XOS0LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aenk1fOLPjI/s1600-h/n579978300_1529734_2758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57XOS0LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aenk1fOLPjI/s400/n579978300_1529734_2758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330214588490371250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57NNXAHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MwNaeZUu4o4/s1600-h/n672811506_1874496_1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57NNXAHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MwNaeZUu4o4/s400/n672811506_1874496_1017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330214585802096754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57LACvGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2UbyvOw4D0A/s1600-h/n1380360121_30096424_4585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi57LACvGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2UbyvOw4D0A/s400/n1380360121_30096424_4585.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330214585209371746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi56zhDaBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fWqGU1awIcw/s1600-h/n1380360121_30109353_8771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi56zhDaBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fWqGU1awIcw/s400/n1380360121_30109353_8771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330214578905376786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. what do i have to cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) House! OMG! Why does House keep hallucinating Amber? And I am so happy to see that he actually has a heart about Kutner's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a brief convo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: you know that quiz that I was all worried about? Well, I got a 100.&lt;br /&gt;My Father: Don't take this the wrong way...but you can be a real jerk sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;it's the end of the semester. It's bittersweet, I guess. I had my last VIA class, last Religious History of Newport class, last SGA meeting, etc. My recital was today. I am so relieved that it's over and also that I'm DONE with journal entries and presentations and quizzes in VIA...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if it's at all possible, I'm already starting to miss...&lt;br /&gt;OD runs. Ma's/McDonalds/the usual haunts. Team Sparky and Team Team. mentoring. lengthy arguements with Shane. weekly Miley lunches with Nicole and Ben. Campus Min meetings and events. FATHER TOM. in-depth support sessions with Marie. going to dinner at Ann's and Whit's and having the most amazing game nights and convos. going to shows and concerts. "studying" and random outings with Chelsea in the middle of the afternoon. chinese food nights and being forced to watch Desperate Housewives with Sara. my fabulous birthday party (though that was a while ago)with the most epic game of Apples to Apples. being on Awesomesauce with Minerva and The Boss on Thursday nights. intense discussions in VIA. and a whole lot more that i'm forgetting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for summer...for the besties, for my job, for possibly being in a musical, for the DINER of course, and for my own comfy bed. I am so NOT READY for this semester to be over. Therefore, it is indeed bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap how many good-byes I'm making...or let's not. Probably better that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6581583624947653141?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6581583624947653141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6581583624947653141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6581583624947653141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6581583624947653141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-29th-how.html' title='April 29th? HOW?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/Sfi7FjsYGtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eucDFREhdco/s72-c/PC060196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5186453761437348622</id><published>2009-04-26T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:02:23.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about time that it hit me....</title><content type='html'>well, that just hit me like a ton of bricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we put off May 17th for as long as humanly possible? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE??!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can we just pretend that it isn't happening? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time, I'm going to be so proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's bittersweet...but holy crap, so many memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I've become really good at the whole keeping in touch thing...but there is something to be said for someone being next door, across the street, across campus...yeah. you get the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case no one noticed, I'm not so good at this whole change/good-bye/not gonna see you for a while thing. Maybe I have to get better at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5186453761437348622?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5186453761437348622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5186453761437348622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5186453761437348622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5186453761437348622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-about-time-that-it-hit-me.html' title='it&apos;s about time that it hit me....'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5210882945763852665</id><published>2009-04-24T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:21:40.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's give little ole me a pat on the back, shall we?</title><content type='html'>Jamie and I were having this talk today about how far I've come, and I feel the need to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'll ever have everything I've ever wanted. There's quite a list...and I'm going to try to have everything I've ever wanted. but so many things happened this semester show how far I've come. I'm not at all the person I used to be. I have good days and bad ones. At the time, the bad ones seem like they are days that I'll never get over, and lately I just feel as though wherever I go, I keep getting my ass kicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Jamie put it, that really doesn't matter...does it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure as hell feels like it does, but she's right. It really, really doesn't. I'm not turning into one of those clishe 'live laugh love' people...but more of a 'I am always willing to stand up for what is right, no matter what' person. I think I always was...it just took me longer to embrace it and once I embraced it, I didn't go about it the right way. I'm still a work in progress. I'm learning how to go about it the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some things I need to get over, but I would like to think we all do, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I close with this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true leader has the confidence to stand alone, the courage to make tough decisions, and the compassion to listen to the needs of others. He/She doesn't set out to be a leader, but becomes one by the quality of his/her actions and the integrity of his/her intent. In the end, leaders are much like eagles; they do not flock, you find them one at a time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5210882945763852665?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5210882945763852665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5210882945763852665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5210882945763852665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5210882945763852665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-give-little-ole-me-pat-on-back.html' title='let&apos;s give little ole me a pat on the back, shall we?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5734208889250369535</id><published>2009-04-24T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:43:02.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el survey</title><content type='html'>1.Name and middle name? Gracie (no middle name! my real name is two words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What holiday is your birthday closest to? CHRISTMAS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Favorite flavored Pie? something with chocolate and without mint &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Does it bother you when someone says they will call you and they don't? it honestly depends on who it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you allergic to anything? The short list is what I'm NOT allergic to...Glynnis says my resperitory system went faulty in the factory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there something special you want for Christmas? Christmas is in 8 months...not like I'm counting ^_^...but not close enough to start thinking about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.When was the last time you went swimming? Don't remember &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you like cheese cake? Godiva cheesecake!! nom nom nom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How many of the U.S.states have you lived in? 2--&gt; NY &lt;3 and RI &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Have you traveled outside the country? to Italy when I was 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you keep a planner or calendar with daily events? calendar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Does anyone like you? apparently! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you have any strange pets? yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is your dream car? I have a few...these days a silver Acura MDX, a black Mercedes GL 450, or a BMW 6 series convertible &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What did you do today? class, sold tickets for the Last Call, lunch with Chelsea, bothered Shane, therapy, practiced my solo with Melissa, REALLY AWESOME Religious Studies seminar...and it's only 5:47...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Are you bipolar? Funny you should ask...but I've gotten a WHOLE LOT BETTER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What is the main ringtone on your cell? when it's actually on ringer? MY LIFE WOULD SUCK WITHOUT YOU!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Where would you want to go on a first date? that's one thing I have not planned out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.When is the last time you were hugged? today...by Chelsea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally? My Grandpa did when he was alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.How important is romance? ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Have you ever bungee jumped? nope...and I never would, either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Have you ever been white water rafting? no. another thing I probably wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you? I guess we can call it that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Are you a cavity free kid? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Are you an extreme racist? nope &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.What song are you listening to right now? So Close -- Jon McGlaughlin (from Enchanted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What is your favorite song at the moment? I have MANY...but my favorite always and forever song is Welcome to the Black Parade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What was the last movie you watched? I don't remember. how sad is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Where was the last house you went besides your house? Carnlough :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Have you ever seriously vandalized someone else's property? I TP'd my dad's closet once when I was a kid. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Have you ever been punched? sort of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Whats the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? I have decided that there is no concrete answer to that statement. One person can change your thinking about the opposite sex forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 Can you open a beer bottle with a body part other than your hand? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What do you usually order from Olive Garden? I have never been to the Olive Garden. how sad is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Say something totally random about yourself? I am completely and utterly obsessed with TEXTING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Do you have an mp3 player? iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? I think so...except I don't remember which celebrity! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Do you have freckles? birthmarks...and lots of them...that Irish skin will do that to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Are you comfortable with your height? these days, yes. though too many people call me cute because of it. then again my height is probably not the only reason; I think how fast I speak kind of lends to it too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Do you love someone? what sort of love are we speaking of here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.How tall are you? 5"3.75 apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Do you speak any other language other than English? not speak, but I took French in HS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.How do you like your steak cooked? still mooing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Has anyone you were really close to passed away? My Grandpa, even though I was three; I really wish I knew him more than I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Do you watch MTV? mostly no, but I have always loved My Super Sweet 16! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.What is something that really annoys you? how the meal plan in Miley only goes until 7:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Have you talked with your parents about the birds and the bees? OH GOD...have I mentioned that awkward moments define my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.What is the best thing in your refrigerator right now? I actually don't know...don't think any of my stuff is in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.When is the last time you had professional pictures taken? headshots for Macbeth last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Do you have a crush on someone? a crush...or more? but I actually do have a 'crush' on someone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.Does that person like you back? the 'crush'? doubtful. but the obvious? perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Do you drive when you go on long trips? YES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Whats the latest you have ever stayed out? don't know, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Have you ever thought that you were honestly going to die? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Were you ever rushed by an ambulance into the emergency room? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.Have you broken a bone or had stitches? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.Anyone on your mind right now? sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.What color is your hair? light brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.What did you do last night? Chorus/Mads practice, worked in the SGA office and did hw, went to Ma's with ze Wifey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5734208889250369535?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5734208889250369535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5734208889250369535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5734208889250369535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5734208889250369535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-survey.html' title='el survey'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1698085600586784492</id><published>2009-04-16T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:16:27.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i used to be that girl&lt;br /&gt;all alone&lt;br /&gt;but never complained about it.&lt;br /&gt;not a big deal&lt;br /&gt;not a problem&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'll make it work.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not that girl anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm never alone&lt;br /&gt;truly happy&lt;br /&gt;but don't disturb the peace.&lt;br /&gt;honestly.&lt;br /&gt;don't bring me back to that place&lt;br /&gt;don't make me live it&lt;br /&gt;don't turn on me&lt;br /&gt;don't make me the loner&lt;br /&gt;all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been fighting a cold since monday. i just can't stay on my game this week. sometimes you lose, i guess. but i'm not about to just throw it in. NEVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1698085600586784492?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1698085600586784492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1698085600586784492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1698085600586784492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1698085600586784492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-used-to-be-that-girl-all-alone-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5247838796897922603</id><published>2009-04-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:12:16.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i had a wonderful Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sung four Masses (well technically, three Masses and a service), went to the city, colored eggs with my babies, made traditional Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now my parents are fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents rarely fight. but when they do, they always wait until the company leaves before it starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go back to Salve tomorrow...and i would really love it if they were speaking before i left. just so it isn't so freaking AWKWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5247838796897922603?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5247838796897922603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5247838796897922603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5247838796897922603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5247838796897922603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-had-wonderful-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8656703508473852730</id><published>2009-04-06T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:57:30.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, social psych.</title><content type='html'>so tomorrow i have a test in social psych...and we're talking about whether or not we are all truly better than average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, people all tend to describe themselves as better than average...so does that mean that you're average if you describe yourself as better than average? I always thought i was above average..and then i got my VIA paper back today. now, granted, i know that a C is average (and a passing grade that many people would be happy with...) but i don't think of a C is average. B is average. for me. it's not awesome. and I got a B. a straight up 85. i worked my ass off on that damned thing. and people who did it the night before/the day of did as well and some were even better. HOW IS THAT FAIR? isn't it all about hard work? GOOD OLE FASHIONED HARD WORK? HOW COME NO ONE VALUES THAT ANYMORE? (and when did i become my father?)and i even started it ahead of time, like my mother always prods me to do AND LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. HA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i have myself thinking (which is NEVER good), and i always thought myself to be better than average. beyond better than average. i couldn't deal with just being average. that's probably one of my greatest fears. i'm a Sigma Phi Sigma candidate, for crying out loud. at least someone thinks i'm better than average (other than my parents, but they have to say that...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be above average because i take things seriously (though some would tell you that i take certain things too seriously). no one takes anything seriously anymore, not even professors. i should be thankful that Dr. LoPresti gave me the 85 i deserve, i guess. at least he gets it. classmates don't take schoolwork seriously. people don't participate. entire class periods become wasted. and presentations are nothing more than people reading from a piece of paper. not to mention that no one cares about turning things in on time...when my computer crashed today, i went around looking for the best possible solution. most people would be passive about it. i almost cried. i suffered no penalty, because i have a good track record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's chorus practice. people leave early, don't show up at all, come late, don't sing, talk, text, you name it. now i'm not saying that i've never done any of these things, because i have. but i try really, really hard to not be a repeat offender. it's far too laid back for my taste. therefore, i'm ABOVE AVERAGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should really get back to studying that i complain so much about people not doing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8656703508473852730?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/8656703508473852730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=8656703508473852730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8656703508473852730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8656703508473852730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-social-psych.html' title='thank you, social psych.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-207255076291784078</id><published>2009-04-04T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:26:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lift my spirits again&lt;br /&gt;give me hope&lt;br /&gt;i'm rearing to go here!&lt;br /&gt;what we've waited for&lt;br /&gt;could just be ours.&lt;br /&gt;make me believe&lt;br /&gt;that we could be&lt;br /&gt;don't discourage me&lt;br /&gt;just make me believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-207255076291784078?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/207255076291784078/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5934881921427399453</id><published>2009-03-23T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:10:40.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>idealism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SchRw5EU9kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ltrro2C7Te4/s1600-h/LON2647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SchRw5EU9kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ltrro2C7Te4/s400/LON2647.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316589260505413186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the first picture that comes to my mind when i think of idealism. i know we've all seen it...but it still makes such an impression on me. that man changed his country just by standing. that was all he had to do. if we all thought that ideally, the world would be so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people don't usually get that i'm an idealist until i say something that allows for them to have the 'a-ha!' moment. they usually tell me that i'm 'so cute' or they just yell, ohmygosh, you're an idealist! that's precious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. there are still a few of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have hope. i know there's a bad world out there. i'm not naive. but having hope will allow me to get through it. i have something to believe in. i have faith. i pray. i'm not realistic. i have it set up in my mind that i can push myself through anything...and when i realize that i'm actually not invincible, it takes me a while to deal with that realization. i like to think that i impress people, and in spite of them seeing multiple people in a day, i'll stand out. they'll remember me. i like to believe that i'm not just another face in the croud...but the truth is, my greatest fear could be being invisible...being a number...just another face in the croud. and my heart tells me i'll never be that...because i'm an idealist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't give up on people easily. i've been let down and somehow i know there will be a need for them later on. i want them to be better people. i want to forgive. i don't trust easily because i'm afraid that once i do trust, i'll trust too much and put all of my faith in someone, and be let down. and then, i'll try and find them again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like leaving anyone out or hurting the feelings of anyone who i remotely care about. in my mind, we really will all keep in touch and be BFFS forever. no joke...this is how i've set this all up. i've named my children, designed bridesmaid dresses, picked out an ideal career, and perhaps fallen in love...all by age 20. because i have a plan. because i'm an idealist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idealists have a sort of child-like enthusiasm for the way they go about things. no obstacle is too large. no time constraint matters. stupid rules are to be broken, unless someone gets hurt (or in my case, unless it effects my grade...then i actually think, go figure.). who needs sleep? THERE IS NO REALITY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at that moment when i touch someone's life or make my own better by being an idealist...it is all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5934881921427399453?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5934881921427399453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5934881921427399453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5934881921427399453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5934881921427399453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/idealism.html' title='idealism'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SchRw5EU9kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ltrro2C7Te4/s72-c/LON2647.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5838951183492773333</id><published>2009-03-22T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:43:53.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how old am I, anyway...</title><content type='html'>so, after I just copped to how much I want my father to act as though I'm a child, let's see....How old do you act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;br /&gt;[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own a credit card&lt;br /&gt;[] You know how to change the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've done your own laundry&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can vote in an election&lt;br /&gt;[] You can cook for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You think politics are interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] You show up for school late a lot&lt;br /&gt;[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[] You have forgotten your own birthday&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to take walks by yourself&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know how to do the dishes&lt;br /&gt;[x]You can count to 10 in another language&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you say you're going to do something you do it&lt;br /&gt;[] You can mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;[x] You study even when you don't have to&lt;br /&gt;[] You have hand washed a car before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can spell experience, without looking it up&lt;br /&gt;[x] The people at Starbucks know your usual&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need&lt;br /&gt;[x] You understand political jokes the first time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can type pretty quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR: 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] Your only friends are from your place of employment&lt;br /&gt;[] You have been to a Tupperware party&lt;br /&gt;[] You have realized that practically no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[] You have more bills than you can pay&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have been to the beach&lt;br /&gt;[x]You use the internet every day&lt;br /&gt;[]You have been outside of the united states 3 or more times&lt;br /&gt;[]You make your bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Repost this with the subject as: I'm (how old you are) but I act (what you got on the test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that makes me only 3 years older than i actually am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5838951183492773333?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5838951183492773333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5838951183492773333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5838951183492773333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5838951183492773333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-old-am-i-anyway.html' title='how old am I, anyway...'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-922539941378463452</id><published>2009-03-22T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:40:29.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-crash-</title><content type='html'>-crash-&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all you can do&lt;br /&gt;lie down&lt;br /&gt;let it flow&lt;br /&gt;don't let go&lt;br /&gt;but by all means&lt;br /&gt;let it out.&lt;br /&gt;just -crash-.&lt;br /&gt;just seize up that moment&lt;br /&gt;for what it is&lt;br /&gt;and what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can't get it back&lt;br /&gt;maybe you can&lt;br /&gt;but take the time you need&lt;br /&gt;to cry.&lt;br /&gt;cry hard&lt;br /&gt;cry soft&lt;br /&gt;cry long&lt;br /&gt;cry short&lt;br /&gt;but just cry&lt;br /&gt;and -crash-&lt;br /&gt;by any means necessary.&lt;br /&gt;you'll get out.&lt;br /&gt;you know you will&lt;br /&gt;find your way&lt;br /&gt;pick yourself up&lt;br /&gt;you let it flow&lt;br /&gt;and now it's time to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-922539941378463452?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/922539941378463452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=922539941378463452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/922539941378463452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/922539941378463452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/crash.html' title='-crash-'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6434257031746652913</id><published>2009-03-20T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:12:27.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing is EVER, EVER as tragic as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;your life could end tomorrow...don't ever waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Jordan Krown&lt;br /&gt;Portledge loves you always &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6434257031746652913?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6434257031746652913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6434257031746652913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6434257031746652913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6434257031746652913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-is-ever-ever-as-tragic-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-2713830275607713958</id><published>2009-03-18T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:34:07.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FML.</title><content type='html'>Today, I realized that I have no idea what that ONE thing is that makes me happy. I have no reason not to...I got a 3.82 last semester, I'm a member of a nationally accredited honor society, I'm on Student Government, I have great roomates, I sing well (or so I think), I'm a mentor, and I will never see a student loan for college. Yet already I've changed my major once, I have a minor, I'm almost falling asleep in one of my classes for my current major, and I'm thinking about either adding another major or changing yet again. And yet even if I find something that makes me happy, chances are I won't make a lot of money...which means I won't be happy...which means that my parents wasted a shitload of money on a college education. My father makes a lot of money, yet he sits behind an overcrowded desk and yells at incompetent people who owe him beyond belief, all day long. They tell you that college is that time where you will figure out what that one thing is...yet, you have to pick your major SOPHOMORE YEAR...it's not just Salve. They all lie. A year and a half is REALLY not enough time to pick a major and decide what it is you want to do FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE...although, when it comes down to it, there's really only two choices: live in a box, or be my father. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-2713830275607713958?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/2713830275607713958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=2713830275607713958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2713830275607713958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2713830275607713958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/fml.html' title='FML.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-2092099646049221656</id><published>2009-03-18T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:39:48.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this needs to end.</title><content type='html'>at first, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;then, it was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;then, it was confusing.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW IT'S PISSING ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not homesick. i'm not stressed out about schoolwork...i had my midterm for the day, thank you. it's not even my "love life." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't even put words to it...and i know it's stupid to get upset over. it's not gonna stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT? I'm still a rockstar ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-2092099646049221656?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/2092099646049221656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=2092099646049221656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2092099646049221656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2092099646049221656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-needs-to-end.html' title='this needs to end.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8631073450055711494</id><published>2009-03-15T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:58:15.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my head is still on spring break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, there are so many things that i can't WAIT for!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of scary how familiar things become. i go home and it feels like i've never left. i come back to school and it feels like i've never left. i honestly don't know where i'm happier...but i suppose that's a good problem, right? but then why am i always so excited to go home but get sad when i have to leave? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a few things are obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY &gt; RI...NY &gt; just better than everyone.. period. &lt;br /&gt;friends at home--&gt; known some as long as 15 years...friends at school--&gt;known for just over a year. &lt;br /&gt;at home, i have a REAL BED. i can eat REAL PIZZA and REAL BAGELS. yes, i ate pizza not one, not two, not three, but FOUR times this past week. that is how disgustingly much i missed honest to goodness pizza. &lt;br /&gt;i can drive my car anywhere before 7PM...no stupid parking regs. but they are a small price to pay as opposed to the trolley!&lt;br /&gt;and the dead obvious one: my parents, my grandma, and my dog. after 18 years of seeing them every day/week, it's STILL weird to only see them for limited periods of time, every month or so. some people here go home practically every weekend. occassionally, i'm jealous. i wish i could do that...but that would NOT have worked freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then we examine my life here, at Salve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends here are AMAZING. &lt;br /&gt;i get to see a certain member of the opposite sex on a regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, it's really great to show my parents how much i am capable of living on my own...though even after a year and a half, i still doubt my capabilities from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;i really like going to Jamie every week...i was at a point where i thought going to therapy once every few weeks was good enough, but if i can go every week, it sure helps things a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually used to the Army Cot that Res Life calls a bed. i wouldn't choose to sleep on it, but most nights by the time i get there, i could crash on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;i get to really, really connect to some awesome religious life.&lt;br /&gt;most of my life, my friends never lived close by. one of the awesome things about college is that you can just drop in or hang out whenever you want. &lt;br /&gt;i think i've only had one or two professors that i couldn't stomach...in four semesters, that's pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but people look at their lives at any point in time and clearly know Where Their Life Is. and guess what...i don't know where my life is. can someone's life be in two different places? before coming to Salve i only had one place to have a life. and i haven't left that life behind. i used to call it my "old life" but it's not old...i wouldn't even call it secondary. it's my Home Life. and here, i have my College Life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i spend so much time deliberating over this particular topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8631073450055711494?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1881694200956252997</id><published>2009-03-12T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:39:49.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>survey time</title><content type='html'>Has anyone told you lately that they would always be there for you?&lt;br /&gt;hm. not those exact words but close enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are your last 5 texts from?&lt;br /&gt;Bevin, Connie, Michelle, Gauri, Alli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Bevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;still trying to figure that out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats irritating you right now?&lt;br /&gt;i have to go back to the grind on Sunday and it's Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;i've been Gracie since i was 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this year the best year of your life?&lt;br /&gt;it has the potential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;quite a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever passed out?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;not exactly sure how to answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past week have you gotten sick?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many clothes do you have in your closet?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA...you expect me to count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now do you want to kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s your mood?&lt;br /&gt;indifferent, actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;just getting home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When’s the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;tonight, for a short while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you enjoy your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a boy and girl be friends without having feelings for each other?&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to think so, but in my experiences, honestly it hasn't happened yet. unless the guy was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’d you get the shirt you’re wearing?&lt;br /&gt;under the christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you currently like?&lt;br /&gt;i think you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they like you?&lt;br /&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise or Sunset?&lt;br /&gt;sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What movie is in your DVD player?&lt;br /&gt;at school, i think a House DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you cocky?&lt;br /&gt;yes, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Mexico?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make your bed daily?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;Ocean's Eleven, or A Christmas Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite tv show?&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a tv in your room?&lt;br /&gt;at school, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite season?&lt;br /&gt;these days, summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you’re looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC with Alli my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you gave up on? When?&lt;br /&gt;i tend to not give up on people, in case you hadn't noticed...but if i had to say i would say last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt you wore?&lt;br /&gt;sweatshirt and tank top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your best friend made out with your boyfriend/girlfriend, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to be in the situation to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you know that can make you feel better if you’re not feeling happy?&lt;br /&gt;a few people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing besides this?&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you logged into any instant messanger programs?&lt;br /&gt;not anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any dishes in your room?&lt;br /&gt;at school, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 10am. What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;on the weekend or on break...sleeping. during the week...either at class or getting ready for class. or i'm at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1881694200956252997?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1881694200956252997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1881694200956252997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1881694200956252997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1881694200956252997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/survey-time.html' title='survey time'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3682015297183458</id><published>2009-03-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:53:43.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OVER!</title><content type='html'>that's right, folks...February is OVER! not gonna come for another year. but the stress hasn't stopped. i have not had this much schoolwork since high school and i'm trying not to freak out (even though i did on friday pretty much) and i keep complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, for tomorrow, i have already done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a presentation on Trinity Church, and woke up early to go to Newport Historical Society to work on said presentation&lt;br /&gt;- regular theory hw, not a big deal &lt;br /&gt;- a take home 2 page essay also for my religion class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- read, which i probably am gonna skim again&lt;br /&gt;- write an analysis paper&lt;br /&gt;- read parables which are happening tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to wake up early tomorrow because we are interviewing a candidate for the new university priest/chaplain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane told me to stop being a baby and do it. I told him that i wouldn't go to bed unless it was done and he well knew that. i won that spat, bwhahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the bright side, my roomie made me hot chocolate ^_^ and i'm gonna hope for no classes tomorrow *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3682015297183458?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3682015297183458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3682015297183458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3682015297183458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3682015297183458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-over.html' title='IT&apos;S OVER!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-986024634386445179</id><published>2009-02-23T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:34:49.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for your reading pleasure</title><content type='html'>i wrote this during class today...after the professor said that people who stand alone on their values don't last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i straight up looked at him and said, "you'd be surprised how many do." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try to last when no one's on your side&lt;br /&gt;on your own&lt;br /&gt;without those people you thought&lt;br /&gt;would ALWAYS be there.&lt;br /&gt;stand up there all alone&lt;br /&gt;on a premise&lt;br /&gt;so afraid&lt;br /&gt;but unflailing&lt;br /&gt;or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;because you're willing&lt;br /&gt;to go to the ends of the earth&lt;br /&gt;for what you think and feel is right.&lt;br /&gt;and while you're not truly alone&lt;br /&gt;you feel like no one understands.&lt;br /&gt;eventually, you're rewarded&lt;br /&gt;for sticking it out.&lt;br /&gt;OUTPLAY.&lt;br /&gt;OUTLAST.&lt;br /&gt;if you can't convince them, CONFUSE THEM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-986024634386445179?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4554289815072046115</id><published>2009-02-17T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:04:28.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's the answer?</title><content type='html'>so we had this crazy discussion in class today about whether or not life is fair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. life isn't fair. but for the most part, it's been fair to me. yet...what did i do to deserve that? how did i get to be one of the lucky ones? i mean...it hasn't been a bed of roses. but i honestly can't think of any life i'd rather have than my own. the only person i ever wanted to be for a day is my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, i'd love to get handed one of those dream fastpasses at Disney where you can go on any ride you want and cut the line as many times in one day as you wish. i'd love to get handed a shopping spree for some crazy amount of money. but after so much studying of consumerism and after hearing about the awful things that go on in sweat shops, so much of that stuff isn't important. i know i place a lot of emphasis around material goods and part of me says that i just can't help myself. but maybe i can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i take away everything in my life that needs money, i think i'd still be happy. now as much as we all say that money can't buy happiness, i think it certainly helps to buy memories. i can't, or should i say that i don't want to think about what my life would be like without those awesome days spent in the city with my parents (like this past weekend when i went home!). and i love the convienence of having my car here at Salve now. as much as it's for convienience, so many memories are made in the car!!!! but...i think of other people's lives and i realize just how lucky i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes everyone has to complain and whine about their life. i had my moment last week. that moment is over. no more whining for a while because i think everything is pretty much back to normal and i filled my whining quota for the next three months all in a week! right now, i have so much work to do before going home for spring break but i tell myself that it will get done. i know i'll feel overwhelmed, but i always land on my feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onward!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4554289815072046115?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/4554289815072046115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=4554289815072046115' title='0 Comments'/><link 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put this out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i've ever been so tired in my life. i've gone to bed at 3am every night for the past two weeks, with the exception of one or two nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a psych test tomorrow and yet another crazy busy day. i almost fell asleep in class and in mads practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday can't get here soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7220221896958003937?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7220221896958003937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7220221896958003937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7220221896958003937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7220221896958003937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5498352083861818025</id><published>2009-02-08T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:20:57.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly?</title><content type='html'>is it ONLY february 8th? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can this month PLEASE speed up? NOW? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like all i've done is whine and guess what...i'm gonna whine here too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to catch a break. i am so, so tired and i guess i'm emotionally drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm always. always. always okay. because that's just life. and sometimes you just have to ignore it and go on pretending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i'll be happy. in fact i was happy the past two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5498352083861818025?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5498352083861818025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5498352083861818025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5498352083861818025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5498352083861818025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/02/honestly.html' title='honestly?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6658866793797526669</id><published>2009-02-03T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:12:56.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just how much more will it take&lt;br /&gt;for me to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;to pieces&lt;br /&gt;and shatter like glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;nothing can be taken back&lt;br /&gt;it's nothing i can stop&lt;br /&gt;it's just the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6658866793797526669?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6658866793797526669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6658866793797526669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6658866793797526669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6658866793797526669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-how-much-more-will-it-take-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6856367138379367095</id><published>2009-01-31T22:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:23:27.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've discovered that i love to write about myself</title><content type='html'>in honor of all of those fact things on Facebook...&lt;br /&gt;i'm combining the two i made. and adding more. because it's 1:18 am and i'm not tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a sophomore (where did the time go?) at Salve Regina University and I LOVE it though I'll always be a New Yorker at heart. I plan on returning to Long Island once I graduate from Salve. I'm a Religious Studies major and a Music minor, and I want to go to the Master's degree program in Religious Studies from Fordham University, where I wanted to go before I found Salve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm very loud sometimes and I guess what one could consider obnoxious. For all intense and purposes, I don't mean to piss people off. I'm intent on speaking my mind but I'm genuinely sorry if the way I go about it offends you. My social work professor indirectly referred to me the other day as "the oone who never shuts up." I told her my mother would kiss her feet for saying that, seeing as she has to listen to me all of the time. ;-) Love you Mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm an only child and I'm admittedly spoiled. I went to Confession once and told my pastor that I felt like I was too materialistic. He told me that as long as I gave back to people that Jesus does not want me to commit myself to a life of poverty. I do my best to give back to people and I very much recognize how lucky I am to keep the lifestyle that I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm extremely devoted to my parents and I'm so proud of their 25 year marriage and even longer commitment to each other. They didn't always have it easy and what they worked through could merit them a special on Oprah though I think they're too humble for that. While sometimes I want to scream at them, that's what parents are for and I would be NOWHERE without them..I wouldn't even feel as though I had God, because they brought me to Him. They are genuinely the most important people in my life and I would do absolutely anything for them even if it meant risking my own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I like being Catholic. I like knowing that no matter where I go in life, Jesus will be there. I feel that my commitment to Him is very important because there is no greater sacrifice than what He went through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I take care of others before myself. I'm routinely referred to as "Mom" and it's been said that I even have a Mom Car....and it's true, seeing as I wanted an SUV so I could drive around everyone who needed a ride. I'm very, very protective of people almost to a fault. My roomate laughs at me and always says that I "take care of EVERYONE!" Michelle laughs at me because I "have a nine to five and a minivan.." but correction, a COMPACT SUV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love my friends, in New York, at Salve, wherever. They are the Lights of God in my life. I think about where I was in life some years ago and then I think about the friends I have now and I could not be more thankful. I've been referred to as taking friendship very seriously. I truly give my heart to people who give their heart to me. I don't make friends easily, but it kills me to lose friends. I love to take so many pictures because I need to remember EVERYTHING that we do together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love being surrounded by people and knowing everyone, but sometimes it gets overwhelming. Three times last week, I introduced myself to friends of my friends and the conversation resulted in something along the lines of...Me: Hi, I'm Gracie! Other Person: Yup, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Disney World and Christmas are my two favorite entities in life. I usually emit tears upon embarking in either one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've been seriously depressed but I'm inspired every day by how I managed to come out of the funk. I remember what I'm made of, that if i could get through that, I could get through anything. That time in my life is becoming easier to talk about and deal with because I know that there are people who genuinely care and I'm not constantly questioning their trust. I am occasionally still haunted by that time, but I remember what I have now and the sad tears turn to happy ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm a narotic fool concerning grades. I can't even manage to sing my best in my voice lessons because I constantly have in the back of my mind that I'm getting graded on every lesson. My voice teacher sympathasizes and says that she wouldn't grade me if it wasn't a departmental policy. I know this is something I need to work on, but the thought of not graduating with honors or not making Dean's List gives me a knot in my stomach. I might actually get better grades if I was less nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I overcommit myself, but somewhere in my mixed up mind I know I must like it to some degree. I'm taking 20 credits this semester, I have a major and a minor, I'm in the VIA program, I'm on SGA, I helped plan the campus ministry retreat, I do other campus ministry events, I sing in Madrigals, University Chorus, and church choir, I do babysitting and church choir when I'm home, and somehow I manage to have a social life and keep in touch with my friends from home when I'm at school. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love singing and performing. In case you hadn't noticed, I have no issue with being up in front of a crowd unless I'm going to be critiqued...then I don't get stage fright, but rather I become a nut job perfectionist. I'd like to think that I'm a good entertainer and sometimes in a social setting I fall into entertainer mode without realizing it...I sing random notes, I overdramatize, or I fall into a stand up comedy routine. I always ask my friends where they would be without my comic relief...and my mother has to remind me to Get Off The Stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have feelings for someone that I've had for over a year now. I'm not sure if he feels the same way about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I'm sometimes very, very sarcastic, but I have a bigger heart than most people you'll ever meet. Do something nice for me, as small as writing an inside joke on a piece of paper just to cheer me up, and I will hug all over you like you just saved my life. Recently I expressed to someone that I was very happy about something and the response was that they would have loved to be there to see me happy because they could imagine it in their head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm extremely long winded when I'm writing so I apologize! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm terrified of heights. I couldn't even look over the railing down three floors when I lived in Miley last year, without freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;18. I think I've been to Disney World sixteen times and it has yet to get old.&lt;br /&gt;19. I absolutely adore being from New York, though there really is nothing to do on Long Island.&lt;br /&gt;20. Both of my roomates are not from the US--Laura is from Ireland and K is from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;21. My 2008 calendar was of Chippendales models ^_^&lt;br /&gt;22. I order take-out at least once a week, maybe even twice.&lt;br /&gt;23. I claim to hate Britney Spears, yet I have seven or eight of her songs on my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;24. I go through a case of water every two weeks and I have empty bottles all over my room to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;25. I love to go through old photo albums--there are days when I think I look exactly the same as I did when I was little but then I see the pictures and...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;26. I am allergic to: dust, mold, pollen, ragweed, and other wonderful outdoorsy things. I have been asked if I have asthma because when all of those allergens are active at the same time I have trouble breathing.&lt;br /&gt;27. I have been singing seriously since I was 12 and I used to think I wanted a record deal. &lt;br /&gt;28. I genuinely love to participate in class. If you know me, you know that I rarely have trouble speaking my mind.&lt;br /&gt;29. I really want my mother to do this note. I'd love to see what she comes up with to write.&lt;br /&gt;30. I missed my dad a lot this week after I had a dream that he came to Salve to visit me and brought me a big stuffed animal. My father is the only person in my life who I want to treat me like I'm four.&lt;br /&gt;31. My favorite song of all time is Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance; according to the counters on my iTunes, I have played it 110 times. Ironically, I know very few other MCR songs.&lt;br /&gt;32. I met John Stamos when I was seven, when he was in a revival of How to Succeed. I'm pretty sure I called him Uncle Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;33. I ran for student government four times between middle school and high school and I never won...then I came to college and I'm on the SGA senate. Student government is honestly everything I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;34. I don't remember the last time I went to sleep before midnight. At this point any earlier time just feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;35. I love my church choir from my home church. Most of its members are over fifty but they are like another family to me. They are an extremely encouraging group of people and they are always so happy to see me!&lt;br /&gt;36. Midnight Mass makes my life. Period. &lt;br /&gt;37. I am a HOUSE MD FANATIC. I own seasons 1-4 on DVD, I've seen every single episode ever made, I own SIX House T-shirts and a book called The House That Hugh Laurie Built that contains an episode guide, I have a framed promo poster in my room at home, and I am guilty of owning a replica of House's Flaming Cane. I was so happy when House moved to Mondays because on Tuesdays I have student government meetings!&lt;br /&gt;38. In concert, I've seen Bruce Springsteen, Billy Joel, Bon Jovi, Van Halen, and John Mayer, and I have been to Z100's Jingle Ball three times.&lt;br /&gt;39. I take more pictures than I know what to do with.&lt;br /&gt;40. I used to babysit for two families on my street and I am still close with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;41. I may be the most nostalagic person you will ever meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...a special fact that is just too special to have a number: I am going to be a Godparent on March 8th to my cousin's daughter who is also nicknamed Gracie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I'm working on my Bucketlist.&lt;br /&gt;43. I love game shows--I watched Wheel of Fortune with my mother when I was a kid, but my favorites ever are probably The Price is Right, Deal or No Deal, or Supermarket Sweep. I even wrote a term paper in eighth grade on game shows.&lt;br /&gt;44. I'm really close to my grandmother on my mom's side.&lt;br /&gt;45. When people around me are depressed, I tend to take on their pain because I know how it feels, and I don't want them to go through it.&lt;br /&gt;46. I can't sleep with a light on in my room.&lt;br /&gt;47. I talk to my mother, Bevin, Shane, Gauri, and Michelle at least five times per week either online or on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;48. I'm addicted to text messaging.&lt;br /&gt;49. I slept through a class once freshman year and ever since, I wake up at least once before my alarm goes off because I'm paranoid. I actually cried when that happened.&lt;br /&gt;50. I tend to leave necklaces on for weeks at a time.&lt;br /&gt;51. I never lost a cell phone, though I always think I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;52. I've ordered chocolate milk at a restaurant and I was over the age of 18. &lt;br /&gt;53. I love going for drives down Ocean Drive with Glynnis.&lt;br /&gt;54. At home, I sleep with my laptop on my bed and put on a movie or House episodes because I got so used to sleeping with the TV on at school.&lt;br /&gt;55. My New York Accent comes out more when I'm with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;56. I can't wait for baseball season.&lt;br /&gt;57. I love chocolate chip muffins from Jazzman's.&lt;br /&gt;58. I own a Snuggie, though Shane was reluctant to ring it up when I bought it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;59. Since we don't have anything like Ocean Drive at home, I love to drive around aimlessly with my friends to the most random places at random hours.&lt;br /&gt;60. Bevin and I still swing on playground swings every time I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;61. I never knew what Ma's, Shaw's, Brooks Pharmacy, Ocean State Job Lot, Christmas Tree Shops, or Del's was until I came to Salve.&lt;br /&gt;62. In exactly twelve days I will be forever free of relying on the RIPTA as I will be bringing my car back to Salve with me.&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm not a huge fan of Christian rock or the P&amp;W genre; I tend to stick to more traditional worship songs and hymns. I am willing to give Christian rock more of a chance, though.&lt;br /&gt;64. When Allie and I were in fifth grade and Ari was in fourth, we produced our own "movie" and made our parents and some of our other friends star in it. Apparently, my mother still has some of the raw footage. &lt;br /&gt;65. I go shopping on Black Friday every year at Target and other stores in Broadway Mall with my mother and whoever is brave enough to join us.&lt;br /&gt;66. I once wrote a sixty-two page novella about a girl from a broken home named Lexy.&lt;br /&gt;The storyline actually isn't all that bad. &lt;br /&gt;67. I've been compared to Little Orphan Annie, courtesy of Frank.&lt;br /&gt;68. Salve and Summerstock were the best things that ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;69. I'm obsessed with my cousins...creepy as that sounds. But I mean it with all of the love in the world.&lt;br /&gt;70. I used to love going to Gauri's dad's company holiday party every year. Great Indian food, great friends, really fun dancing, an excuse to wear a pretty dress, and cute waiters ;-)&lt;br /&gt;71. I honestly can't decide when the best day/night of my life was; I have too many choices!&lt;br /&gt;72. I love working at State Farm and I never take off my "I'm There" rubber bracelet, in case anyone had any doubt that I was a Good Neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;73. Trashy music is my guilty pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;74. I own far too many pink items; my dorm sheets, wireless mouse, lamp, iPod, Skullcandy headphones, Uggs, binders, phone, wastebasket, iHome to Go, retainer case, bookbag, big puffy North Face ski jacket, curtains in my room at home, and multiple clothing items are all pink. &lt;br /&gt;75. I can sing the soprano line of the Halleluiah Chorus by heart.&lt;br /&gt;76. I went to All-County twice and All-State once, and I did a summer select choir program that was a week long the summer after my junior year of high school. &lt;br /&gt;77. My favorite restaurants at home are La Pace and Cafe Fiorello.&lt;br /&gt;78. My favorite Newport restaurants are Lucia's and Spark. &lt;br /&gt;79. I order the exact same thing every time I eat at the Brick Alley Pub; the spinach and artichoke dip, without the chips. I eat the whole dip with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;80. I've learned a lot about what it means to make your own kind of music. I couldn't have done it without help because there is so much social risk involved.&lt;br /&gt;81. I haven't seen my parents in two weeks; just two short years ago, that thought would have made me hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;82. It makes me mad that the drink cups in Sky Ranch have been moved to the register area instead of where they used to be, next to the soda fountain. I have reached for a cup by the soda fountain when there were no cups there, far too many times.&lt;br /&gt;83. I started mentoring last semester for a girl named Cassy who lives at a group home. It has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.&lt;br /&gt;84. I'm a lot deeper than people realize when they first meet me.&lt;br /&gt;85. I love being at Salve, but I'm always happy to go home. I'm not one of those people who can't wait to get back to school after a break because they can't wait to get out of their house; I can't wait to go back just because I want to see my friends.&lt;br /&gt;86. I'm pretty sure I had a crush on Captain Von Trapp...the character, not the actor (Christopher Plummer) or the real person.&lt;br /&gt;87. As dorky as this sounds, I'd love to ride in the Popemobile. &lt;br /&gt;88. I'm planning on doing a short-term study abroad session next summer. I can't do it this summer because I wouldn't miss Bevin's graduation unless I had some uncurable disease!&lt;br /&gt;89. I think Obama Girl is hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;90. One of the baristas at the Starbucks closest to my house knows me by my car.&lt;br /&gt;91. I think I would cry if I met Andy Roddick or Hugh Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;92. Aside from House, my favorite character on House is Cuddy; I have the most personality traits in common with her. Gauri and I call each other House and Cuddy, and I was Cuddy for Halloween freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;93. I love crashing Summerstock cast parties at the Greenvale Diner, and at this point it's a give that I'll show up.&lt;br /&gt;94. In a moment of madness last week, I thought about going for a doctorate eventually.&lt;br /&gt;95. I had the most awesome two-hour long conversation last night with Ann, Ben, and Whit at Ann's house. &lt;br /&gt;96. I still don't know if I'm going to go on the Spring Retreat or go to DC with my VIA class. I need to get on that.&lt;br /&gt;97. At some point, I'd love to write editorials for a Catholic newspaper like the Long Island Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;98. Newport is an awesome place to go to college, but since freshman year I knew that once I graduate, I'm going back to New York for good, hopefully. Coming to New England was a bit of a culture shock!&lt;br /&gt;99. I've seen Joan David once this year and that depresses me. &lt;br /&gt;100. I need to get more sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6856367138379367095?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6856367138379367095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6856367138379367095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6856367138379367095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6856367138379367095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-discovered-that-i-love-to-write.html' title='i&apos;ve discovered that i love to write about myself'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1946905018991115253</id><published>2009-01-27T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:52:31.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>sometimes i like surprises...like surprise parties and surprise presents and surprise hugs and even surprise visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...aside from that i'm not really a fan of surprises. i need to be in control. as i just said to Michelle, i'd be very, very happy if everyone and their brothers let me know where they were all of the time. i don't like it when i don't know what i'm doing (though i'll say things like 'i can't think that far ahead' but i tend to know what i'm up to before it happens) and i don't like it when i don't know what people are doing. even when i was a kid, i didn't like it when someone was picking me up from school or an activity that wasn't my mother (unless it was my dad and he got home from work early)..if i didn't know in advance that that person was coming to get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergo...today was quite a surprise. and not the kind that makes me happy. the kind that sends me through a loop. and yet, at the same time, i know i shouldn't be happy....&lt;br /&gt;......but i guess i kind of am. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1946905018991115253?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1946905018991115253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1946905018991115253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1946905018991115253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1946905018991115253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-7923781973094885366</id><published>2009-01-25T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:36:01.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend update</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking back to this time last year (i tend to do that a lot) and i remember how i was so, so sad after Christmas break. all i wanted to do was be back at home and i was on the phone with my mom, crying, every night the first week i was back at Salve. i can remember sitting in the Miley hallway and just wanting my own bed and my own room, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, however, was DRASTICALLY different. last Sunday when i went to Mass at home for the last time for a while...i did cry, but i was over it eventually. when we got to Salve i met my new roomate, Laura, who is from IRELAND! i also put up new pics and fixed the old ones on my wall that were pretty much epic failing. my parents took Glynnis and i out to the Brick then i stayed in the hotel with them that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-got my act together mostly...and when my parents left, i actually didn't cry for pretty much the first time. i met up with Nicole and Ben later and we played on Nicole's new Wii and then watched the new HOUSE episode (which was great, but next week's looks better). Tuesday we started classes and i hung out with Sara a lot...and watched the Inaugration with Anna Mae and Phil and Nicole (and i felt really, really badly for Obama when the chief justice flubbed the Oath of Office. that was terrible!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then on Wednesday all of my grand decision-making skills went to WASTE. i had pretty much come to the decision that i was going to participate in the Madrigals' cabaret and be on the team for the spring retreat instead of being in the musical this semester BUT...when i got to my VIA class, i found out that our big class trip to Washington, DC is on...THE SAME WEEKEND AS THE RETREAT. WHY does conflict RUIN MY LIFE? i still haven't been able to talk to Anna Mae about what i'm going to do. i just wish everything was scheduled when i could do it all. i'd still be able to do the cabaret but that doesn't require working toward something like the retreat all semester. no fair. not at all. i went to Ann's apartment for dinner that night, then had my first Jesus and the Gospels class with Sr. Marta :-) and i pretty much forgot all about the big decision...almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a relatively easy day (one class, music rehearsals, and SGA office). this semester, i'm pretty much done with the week by Wednesday night because i only have one class on Thursdays and one class on Fridays. once i clear Wednesday, it's pretty easy from there. finally the weekend came. on Friday..Glynnis and i took a road trip to Coventry to visit Shane at work (who I haven't seen in forever). came back and went all over. went to Panera for dinner with Megan, found Glynnis driving around Newport, went to see Nick and Norah's Infinate Playlist in Wakehurst with Claire and Alli and Kerrin, then we met up with Megan again and we went to Ma's and Ocean Drive..for the second time that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i hung out with Kelly, who it was sooooo good to see. we just went to the Brick but i don't go for lunch too often and for once on a Saturday afternoon it wasn't overloaded with tourists. went to visit my Wifey at Miley Mart, went over to Glynnis', and then went on a grand adventure with Sara which was so awesome. Sara is from South County and knows her way around Rhode Island really, really well. so we went to get our nails done, visited her mom where she works, and went to this local place called Gregg's. on the way home Sara showed me her high school, and the cute little town of Wickford. in the past two days i saw so much of Rhode Island that i've never seen before...between going to Coventry and North Kingstown and Wickford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, it's *sigh* time for homework. because i had too much fun all weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7923781973094885366?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7923781973094885366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7923781973094885366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7923781973094885366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7923781973094885366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend-update.html' title='weekend update'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3611996878959301667</id><published>2009-01-23T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:22:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today, of all days...</title><content type='html'>well, that was one confusing day...yet at the same time it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Fate may be playing with my heart. just when i've got a plan, i get thrown something from out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was SERIOUSLY NOT THE DAY for that to happen! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet...it's so exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3611996878959301667?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3611996878959301667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3611996878959301667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3611996878959301667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3611996878959301667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-of-all-days.html' title='today, of all days...'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6099354533249330689</id><published>2009-01-20T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:38:41.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this world doesn't understand!</title><content type='html'>so i got back to Salve yesterday (and i'm actually really happy to be back) and Ben told me all about FOCA...which i'd actually never heard of before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOCA = Freedom of Choice Act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this act, if passed, will lift the ban on partial birth abortions that was passed in 2003 that we fought so hard for. it will also make the right to an abortion a fundamental constitutional right, remove parental consent laws for underage girls seeking abortions, allow abortions to not be limited to only licensed doctors, and force doctors employed by faith-based hospitals to perform abortions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A DISGRACE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i've decided to be patriotic and support Obama as he is our president. and i didn't like it when Bush was in office and democrats were saying all they had to say about him and are now wanting us right-wings to be patriotic. but i'd be a hypocrite if i wasn't. but...i pray that Obama has the sense and conscience to NOT SIGN THE FOCA. it was proposed because it was said that women did not have the same equal rights as men as the right to an abortion was not a fundemental constitutional right; BUT! NO ONE, not a man, not a woman, not black or white or straight or gay, HAS A RIGHT TO PLAY GOD AND DECIDE WHO LIVES OR DIES. these are innocent lives, no matter how they came into existance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my rant ends here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6099354533249330689?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6099354533249330689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6099354533249330689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6099354533249330689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6099354533249330689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-world-doesnt-understand.html' title='this world doesn&apos;t understand!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3147855178744717090</id><published>2009-01-16T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:04:22.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this feeling&lt;br /&gt;i guess i always will&lt;br /&gt;i hope that the world can understand&lt;br /&gt;that some things are just irreplacable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;should i even feel like this?&lt;br /&gt;my life would be so much easier&lt;br /&gt;if this wasn't so hard every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3147855178744717090?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3147855178744717090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3147855178744717090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3147855178744717090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3147855178744717090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-this-feeling-i-guess-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6177587477125954223</id><published>2009-01-13T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:01:54.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye who?</title><content type='html'>I WORKED TODAY!!!!! YAYYYYYYY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was all choked up about not going to work at State Farm anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just maybe, in some cases...there is no such thing as goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's even funnier is that i haven't done any State Farm work since August...and yet the only things i messed up were:&lt;br /&gt;1) i didn't know where to put my jacket because there was never a need for a jacket when i worked there.&lt;br /&gt;2) i didn't know where Suzanne kept the shredder bags because i went to look for them where they were usually kept and they weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;3) i wrote a credit card number where a check number goes but i caught it in time. &lt;br /&gt;4) i said "good morning" on the phone past noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i proceded to think (and tell Margaret) that it amazed me that i remembered practically EVERYTHING. yet when i spend a semester in a class, i'm convinced that i need to re-study all of the information for a final. of course in a class it's different material every day instead of doing essentially the same work every day...but still. i forgot how confident i felt after handling a day at that place. and while i didn't do a whole lot of work, i'm still tired! but i felt needed and well-respected and all of that warm, fuzzy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, a true office conversation (and an example of why i love my workplace):&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: I've been thinking about getting a dog again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, good! Get a bichon...they're great!&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: Well, I wanted to get a big dog...I'm thinking I want to get a Laberdoodle or a Portugese Water Dog and be like the Obamas. (insert giggle here).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, thanks. (sarcasm)&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne: Didn't you miss me? Who else do you have to torture you all day long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6177587477125954223?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6177587477125954223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6177587477125954223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6177587477125954223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6177587477125954223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-who.html' title='goodbye who?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-626474617482134660</id><published>2009-01-11T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:30:09.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's really so wrong anyway?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't make me be the grown-up here&lt;br /&gt;i always had to be&lt;br /&gt;when i was only a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i don't want to deal&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to care&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT IT TO STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did all that work&lt;br /&gt;just go to waste?&lt;br /&gt;or should i spend my time somewhere else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to whine about it&lt;br /&gt;hide in my room and be a perpetual child&lt;br /&gt;and not come out until it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE.&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get on your hazmat suits and take it out of the air so i don't have to breathe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be idealistic to think it won't ever happen again.&lt;br /&gt;but go crap up someone else's air with it so i don't have to feel like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-626474617482134660?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/626474617482134660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=626474617482134660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/626474617482134660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/626474617482134660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/whats-really-so-wrong-anyway-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6044062372037849898</id><published>2009-01-09T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:22:52.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to wherever you are</title><content type='html'>christmas is over. Disney is over. Both were awesome, for the record; I got to spend some great times with my fav cousins ^_^ in my favorite place in the world. i'm already thinking about the next time i'll get to go to Disney (though i've already been there TOO MANY TIMES but who really cares?) and while i'm feeling sad that both of those things are over...i still have eight and a half days left of freedom. and if that was the beginning of a regular old break i'd be thrilled right now. so i'm going to think of it that way instead of being sad about everything ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting to see my 516 loves, though i miss the crap out of Gauri since she's been in India since she left my house, practically. and while i don't want my freedom to be over, i am excited to see all my Salve loves. that's the way it always goes. i must sound like a broken record. i'm working two days at State Farm next week and i get to meet baby Gracie on Monday!!!!!! and provided we don't get snowed in, Aunt Viv and Uncle Jay are coming tomorrow and i haven't seen them since my dad's birthday in JULY. i think i'm in withdrawl. the cousins are coming too and we'll get to talk in "E-language" like we did in Disney; "E-language" is something that Joe and his friend essentially made up. you say a regular word but replace every vowel in the word with the "E" sound. it sounds so stupid, but once you get going with it it's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today we had breaking news that leaves me unsettled. it's almost as though the situation is wishing me...Surprise! Happy New Year! but in the most sarcastic sense. but at the same time, it could turn out exactly how i want it to but i don't want to get ANY hopes up. because when i do that then..all hell breaks loose, pretty much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is nothing i can do about it right now. so i may as well enjoy my remaining freedom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6044062372037849898?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6044062372037849898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6044062372037849898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6044062372037849898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6044062372037849898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-wherever-you-are.html' title='welcome to wherever you are'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3194515806365768477</id><published>2008-12-25T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:47:18.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and dreams really do come true at Christmas!</title><content type='html'>what a week i've had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping = non-existant, but that's to be expected i guess. that's what happens at CHRISTMAS!! i'm so stuffed with food that i could cry. but once again, that goes with the territory!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me start from the beginning, on last Saturday, because it's honestly been quite a tale. my dad and i set out to pick Gauri up from the airport pretty early on Saturday morning, but we wound up putting the "tree" up then heading to the airport, with intentions of decorating the tree when we came home. but...the Snowstorm From Hell kept Gauri's flight back forever so...we went to the city! finally, we picked Gauri up only to find her luggage lost *sigh*. we waited forever on this line just so Gauri could tell some idiots from Delta what color her luggage was. (and poor Gauri was so upset because her birthday/christmas presents to me were in there!!) once we made it out of there, we came home, made Gauri's favorite cookies, went out for dinner, and drove around looking at Christmas lights, which i love and Gauri did too. we watched House on DVR (i think i'm FINALLY caught up!) and went to bed without talking forever amazingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...tree decorating/Mass/watched Elf. awesome. &lt;br /&gt;Monday...braved the mall. twice in one day *SIGH* went with my mom during the day, came home for all of an hour, then went to a different mall with my dad (yes, on Long Island we have four malls within a 15 mi radius from my house. no joke.) but it was fun because we went out to dinner, and when i go out alone with my dad he takes the time to make me feel special. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday...went all over creation, essentially. met Michelle for diner breakfast, ran to pick my dad up from a business delivery then drive him to do more deliveries, went and picked up stuff for my grandma, and saw my life flash before me about three times during the process. SERIOUSLY...PEOPLE NEED TO CALM DOWN ON THE DRIVING TWO DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS!! i almost got sided in an intersection, and it took fifteen minutes to find a parking spot in the stop &amp; shop parking lot. and i didn't even need to go to stop &amp; shop. i came home in tears because i didn't freak out while it was happening, but i needed to freak out once i got myself out of it. at least Michelle was clearly impressed with my driving skills ^_^ had choir practice on Tuesday night!!!! and had a second soprano part thrust on me right away because our director didn't bother to teach it to anyone because i was going to be there. now. it's nice to be so depended on and to be respected BUT!!!! i had two days to learn the part that i couldn't get in rehearsal. did i figure it out? course i did. and then, i came home and wrapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve was a long day but an awesome night. i was at the nail salon at 9:15 am to beat the crowds (which was a success) but i think Santa sent the monsoons in honor of Christmas Eve. i was then appointed to run Grandma Errands which meant standing in the gourmet market for a good ten minutes before the people realized our order was a catering order and not a deli/butcher order. *SIGH!!!!* i wound up having to go back there to get cooking directions and i felt so awful because the people probably would be happy to never see my face again after how angry they saw me getting...we went to the Paradyszes for Christmas Eve dinner, and Allie pulled out an old tape of our fourth grade production of Cinderella. it was awesome, it truly was. after was Midnight Mass...which is my Happy Place. probably in the whole world. in the entire realm of life. i cried my way through as i sung O Little Town of Bethlehem and Silent Night and O Come All Ye Faithful. it was...beyond awesome. i didn't get to sleep until late because i had to stay up and watch...A CHRISTMAS STORY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today...aaah Christmas!! i was actually the last one up. so different from when i was a kid. we had to split the day with my mom's side and my dad's side but we at least had our own Christmas in the morning. i got the pink iPod nano that i've been wanting FOREVER, a $50 gift card to CVS so i can develop all of my pics, a lot of clothes, a House t-shirt (got some of those for my birthday too), and really awesome Ed Hardy sneakers. from my grandma..Skullcandy headphones!! and Sex and the City on DVD from Gina and Enchanted from all of the Barones. my parents loved the collage i made them and my grandma cried when she opened the note that said that Gina and Joe and i were taking her out to dinner. next stop..Huntington, for the infamous Donaldson family hulabaloo. we did a Chinese Auction and i wound up with a Starbucks card ^_^ but the whole process is just hysterical, especially when there are 25 of us. lots of screaming and yelling. we also sung a 12 Days of Christmas parody, which i love, always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the best parts of all it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)of course, the reason for the season...Jesus. so many people lose sight of that.&lt;br /&gt;2)my grandma has been feeling depressed and sick (mostly to her stomach) all week. but God was watching out for her as she was even able to eat fried calamari on Christmas Eve and she stayed awake through Midnight Mass. i love doing Sign of Peace at Mass..at Salve, Ann and Terin and Ben and i all hold hands during the Our Father then hug at Sign of Peace. at home, my parents and my grandma look up to the choir loft after i give peace to my choir buddies to give me peace. i was so happy to see my grandma smiling at me up there; it almost made me feel like my grandpa was still there with her. and today, she was just so happy when she opened everything and to have all of us there (even though not EVERYONE was there). &lt;br /&gt;3)something coming around (not in the love life sense) that could finally go back to the way things used to be. &lt;br /&gt;4)ok..big news here....get ready...I'M GOING TO BE A GODMOTHER!!!! my cousin Erin asked me tonight, right before i was about to dig in to the Christmas feast, to be the Godmother to her new baby who is scheduled for C-Section on New Year's Eve. i cried and hugged her and Larry, her husband. i'm still shocked. truly shocked. and the best part...her name will be Grace, and her nickname will be...GRACIE!!!! !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i'm off to DISNEY on Monday. just when i thought things couldn't be any more magical, i'm going to my other Happy Place...where Magic lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS (and thank you to anyone who made it through that long post)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3194515806365768477?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8838690753705017956</id><published>2008-12-19T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:33:48.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bah humbug?</title><content type='html'>i had a great birthday.&lt;br /&gt;i had two productive days of getting ready for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;i've seen a few people.&lt;br /&gt;Gauri's coming tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;there is lots of snow outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...why am I sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i don't want to get a fake tree, even though it's really the best move we could have this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) guess who i miss???? yeah...i think you know. this is ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8838690753705017956?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/8838690753705017956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=8838690753705017956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8838690753705017956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8838690753705017956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/12/bah-humbug.html' title='bah humbug?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1421460278051867780</id><published>2008-12-14T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:05:45.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY SHIT!!</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING TO BE TWENTY (20) YEARS OLD ON &lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, ladies and gentlemen, would be THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. &lt;br /&gt;as my uncle says...oh my goodness, two-zero...you're making us feel like geezers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...i've already had so many birthday gifts!&lt;br /&gt;my salve birthday shindig was AMAZING, thanks to my amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;i get to go HOME for CHRISTMAS BREAK on my birthday and see HANDEL'S MESSIAH in NYC with my Wifey and my Sis and my Ari. and my parents, of course. then we're eating at Fiorello's and Wifey is spending the night. &lt;br /&gt;of course my grandmother flipped when she found out that she's not going to see me on my actual birthday...so we're having dinner with her on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;and...my birthday gift to myself is going to be a massive sit around with Gauri and a big mug of hot chocolate...and watch practically all of Season 5 of House since i've lost track of how many episodes i've missed due to SGA meetings. my mom's TiVoed them all for me :-D&lt;br /&gt;i'd also like a new pink iPod nano from my parents ^_^ (wow...i'm such a brat...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before all of that happens...i still have juries tomorrow, and my earth science final on Tuesday. but THAT'S IT. no more concerts, no more presentations, and 3 whole finals DONE. and God willing, i'll get over this cold!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....i love Salve, i love love love my friends, but...I CAN'T WAIT TO GET OUT OF HERE and GO HOME!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here's to the next 20, and hoping and praying to my Savior that 20 is as amazing as 19 was...because 19 was pretty awesome...like 50,000x better than 18.. so i would love it if 20 was the best so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1421460278051867780?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1421460278051867780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1421460278051867780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1421460278051867780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1421460278051867780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-shit.html' title='HOLY SHIT!!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5728477655584979844</id><published>2008-12-11T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:54:00.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true life!!</title><content type='html'>a legit conversation with my mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mom, i'm so pissed off...can you please cool me off because you're the only one who can right now? i don't want to say something i'll regret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: of course, honey. take a deep breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mom, wouldn't your life be SO much easier if you had a NORMAL child without crazy emotional attacks and temper fits who you have to "cool off?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: of course not, honey! that would be BORING!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned how much i love my mother? because sometimes i don't think i mention it enough. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5728477655584979844?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5728477655584979844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5728477655584979844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5728477655584979844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5728477655584979844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/12/true-life.html' title='true life!!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6309953607630119706</id><published>2008-11-26T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:38:52.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the midst of it all, sometimes one forgets.</title><content type='html'>after spending the last 24 hours with some of the best people on earth from longuyland, i'm so, so happy. and then, i come home and my mind drifts to who i miss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it dawned on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've WASTED so much of my life thinking about where i'd RATHER be, so much so that i barely take the time to soak up the memories that are made in a day. when i was a kid, i wanted to be a grown-up. whenever i had feelings for someone, i was always wanting to be with them instead of where i was. i could be missing out on one of the best times of my life...because i was thinking of somewhere i'd rather be. granted, there are those times, i.e. doing homework at 1 in the morning with no end in sight...but that's why you have the good times, that's when you're supposed to want to be somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i find it extremely appropriate that tomorrow is Thanksgiving, because in the midst of everything on my plate, it's so easy forget HERE and NOW, instead of where i'd rather be. so for the next few days anyway, i'm going to focus on HERE and NOW, because i have so much HERE and NOW to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6309953607630119706?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6309953607630119706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6309953607630119706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6309953607630119706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6309953607630119706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-midst-of-it-all-sometimes-one.html' title='in the midst of it all, sometimes one forgets.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-2835616025216105231</id><published>2008-11-24T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:01:53.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey from my wifey</title><content type='html'>Can you take this witho​ut delet​ing any quest​ions?​&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s going​ on betwe​en you and the last perso​n you kisse​d?​&lt;br /&gt;absolutely nothing..it was 5 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your worst​ mista​ke in your life?​&lt;br /&gt;long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would​ you get back with your last ex if they asked​ you?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s somet​hing you reall​y want right​ now, be hones​t:​&lt;br /&gt;to at least see a particular member of the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you had butte​rflie​s in your stoma​ch?​&lt;br /&gt;today, probably...econ quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyth​ing on your body hurt right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;joints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n to disap​point​ you?&lt;br /&gt;that same person who i want to see right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last perso​n you had a deep conve​rsati​on with?​&lt;br /&gt;Sara :-D then my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you liste​ning to?&lt;br /&gt;"Viva la Vida" by Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats​ a quote​ from a song that you are liste​ning to?&lt;br /&gt;"that was when I ruled the world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever punch​ed a hole in the wall?​&lt;br /&gt;nope but i def could have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know someo​ne in jail?​&lt;br /&gt;i don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about​ in DGA?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ were you at 2:00 this morni​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;getting into bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you copy this from?​&lt;br /&gt;Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know them?​&lt;br /&gt;she's my wifey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glass​es?​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywh​ere you'​d rathe​r be right​ now?&lt;br /&gt;HOME, with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going​ anywh​ere for the next summe​r?​&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea...hopefully North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plans​ today​?​&lt;br /&gt;helping out with Haiti relief, then studying and packing for HOME tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiti​ng for someo​ne to call?​&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you call them if they don'​t call?​&lt;br /&gt;Not waiting for anyone to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'​s a fact about​ the last perso​n who had their​ arms aroun​d you ?&lt;br /&gt;Sara is one of the strongest people i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ did you get the shirt​ you are weari​ng?​&lt;br /&gt;new york and company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could​ you go a day witho​ut eatin​g?​&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyon​e that smoke​s weed?​&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still​ talk to the last perso​n you dated​?​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d a stran​ger?​ If so, how did it happe​n?​&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your paren​ts force​ you to go to churc​h or let you make the decis​ion?​&lt;br /&gt;i go to church on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where​ is the furth​est place​ you'​ve trave​led?​&lt;br /&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you do split​s?​&lt;br /&gt;never could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing​ you drank​?​&lt;br /&gt;Water or mocha latte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was for dinne​r tonig​ht?​&lt;br /&gt;didn't have dinner yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your ex miss you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon​e love you?&lt;br /&gt;I really hope so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the week been?​&lt;br /&gt;hopefully today will be fast so i can get HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last perso​n you share​d a bed with mean anyth​ing to you?&lt;br /&gt;Better question: who was the last person I shared a bed with? Probably a very good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you curse​ in front​ of your paren​ts?​&lt;br /&gt;yes, actually...my dad doesn't care and my mom doesn't care about little ones but she gets mad with the big ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowl​y drift​ing away from someo​ne?​&lt;br /&gt;i hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kisse​d anyon​e who'​s name start​ed with an F?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyon​e see you kiss the last perso​n you kisse​d?​&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a frien​d walks​ out of your life,​ do you go after​ them or let them go?&lt;br /&gt;it's one of the hardest things for me to deal with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still​ talk to the perso​n you last kisse​d?​&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyon​e hate you?&lt;br /&gt;i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belie​ve every​one deser​ves a secon​d chanc​e?​&lt;br /&gt;key word being second, but yes. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first​ alcoh​olic bever​age?​&lt;br /&gt;Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you first​ smoke​d weed?​&lt;br /&gt;never did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lived​ with your girlf​riend​?​&lt;br /&gt;Friends that are girls, yes. Girlfriend, no&lt;br /&gt;Pee while​ on the phone​?​&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever slept​ over at your girlf​riend​'​s house​?​&lt;br /&gt;Friends that are girls, yes. Girlfriend, no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-2835616025216105231?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/2835616025216105231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=2835616025216105231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2835616025216105231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2835616025216105231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/11/survey-from-my-wifey.html' title='survey from my wifey'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3242576471136634115</id><published>2008-11-23T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:57:51.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAHH!</title><content type='html'>TWO DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;until my homesick spell is OVER.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about one year ago tonight...i came back from closing night of Maccers and had to write a massive paper and went to bed at 4am. good grief. so, so happy that i only have some religion hw and practicing and econ reading to do...some of which i can finish up tomorrow morning. when you break it down it's really not all bad. especially when you compare it to last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't given an update in a while...&lt;br /&gt;- last weekend...my parents were here for the student recital and i sung Voi, Che Sapete. hard piece if i do say so myself. then they took me, Claire, and Nicole out to Brick Alley. Sunday went with the madre to CHRISTMAS TREE SHOPS and started CHRISTMAS SHOPPING WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- had somewhat less work this week than i had last week but that didn't mean that it was over. still had dumb science quizzes. Friday i went to see Cassy, then went to see the Laramie Project with Ann, Whit, and Chelsea and saw a bunch of other people there too. went to the dance show last night with Ann, Whit, Ben and Nicole then Nicole and I went with Glynnis and Megan to Micky D's for late night foooood...and Megan and Terin rocked in the show :-D today went out with Nicole and her mom who was so, so sweet!!!! we ate at the red parrot then i went over to Sara's dorm for a good three hours. went to Mass and now i'm here procrastinating. yesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so so so so sooooooooo sick of studying for 10 point quizzes that i could cry. but...i have less than 48 hours until i'm HOME!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3242576471136634115?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3242576471136634115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3242576471136634115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3242576471136634115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3242576471136634115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/11/aahh.html' title='AAHH!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-7871549245232805651</id><published>2008-11-17T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:49:59.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go HOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to cram in 16.5 hours of community service between now and the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so, so sick of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a test last friday, a presentation on saturday, a presentation on monday, a test on tuesday, a quiz on wednesday, a quiz on thursday..and i declared my Religious Studies major on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's test = 85&lt;br /&gt;saturday's presentation/paper = 96&lt;br /&gt;monday's presentation = 97&lt;br /&gt;tuesday's test = 78, but add on the +20 extra credit points and you get...98&lt;br /&gt;wednesday's quiz = 92&lt;br /&gt;thursday's quiz = don't care because it will get dropped anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good enough! i'm satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;but...ALL OF THAT IS REASON TO BE SO, SICK OF SCHOOLWORK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...SO, SO SICK of something else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT SO WRONG TO MISS SOMEONE AND JUST WANT TO SEE THEM??!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...i'm going to be TWENTY in less than a month. WHY????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7871549245232805651?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7871549245232805651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7871549245232805651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7871549245232805651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7871549245232805651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-confused.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6511896786296877226</id><published>2008-11-12T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:24:46.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A New Yorker</title><content type='html'>i didn't write this, but i LOVED it and i need to share it because it makes my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a New Yorker &lt;br /&gt;I do not live in the five boroughs or on the Island or Upstate &lt;br /&gt;I may live hundreds or thousands of miles away &lt;br /&gt;Or I may live just over the GW Bridge &lt;br /&gt;But I am a New Yorker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a New Yorker &lt;br /&gt;Whatever took me out of New York: &lt;br /&gt;Business, family or hating the cold &lt;br /&gt;did not take New York out of me. &lt;br /&gt;My accent may have faded and my pace may have slowed &lt;br /&gt;But I am a New Yorker&lt;br /&gt;I am a New Yorker &lt;br /&gt;I was raised on Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and Rockefeller Plaza, &lt;br /&gt;The Yankees or the Met's (Giants or Dodgers) &lt;br /&gt;Jones Beach, Rye Beach, Orchard Beach or one of the beaches on the sound &lt;br /&gt;I know that 'THE END' means Montauk. &lt;br /&gt;Because I am a New Yorker&lt;br /&gt;I am a New Yorker &lt;br /&gt;When I go on vacation, I never look up &lt;br /&gt;Skyscrapers are something I take for granted &lt;br /&gt;The Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty are part of me &lt;br /&gt;Taxis and noise and subways and 'get outa heah' don't rattle me &lt;br /&gt;Because I am a New Yorker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a New Yorker &lt;br /&gt;I was raised on cultural diversity before it was politically correct &lt;br /&gt;I eat Greek food and Italian food, &lt;br /&gt;Jewish and Middle Eastern food and Chinese food &lt;br /&gt;Because they are all American food to me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't get mad when people speak other languages in my presence &lt;br /&gt;Because my relatives got to this country via Ellis Island and chose to stay&lt;br /&gt;They were New Yorkers&lt;br /&gt;People who have never been to New York have misunderstood me   &lt;br /&gt;My friends and family work in the industries, professions and businesses that benefit all Americans &lt;br /&gt;My firefighters died trying to save New Yorkers and non-New Yorkers   &lt;br /&gt;They died trying to save Americans and non-American cans   &lt;br /&gt;Because they were New Yorkers. &lt;br /&gt;I am a New Yorker &lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain of my fellow New Yorkers &lt;br /&gt;I mourn the loss of my beautiful city &lt;br /&gt;I feel and dread that New York will never be the same But then I remember: &lt;br /&gt;I am a New Yorker&lt;br /&gt;And New Yorkers have: &lt;br /&gt;Tenacity, strength and courage way above the norm &lt;br /&gt;Compassion and caring for our fellow citizens &lt;br /&gt;Love and pride in our city, in our state, in our country &lt;br /&gt;Intelligence, experience and education par excellence &lt;br /&gt;Ability, dedication and energy above and beyond &lt;br /&gt;Faith--no matter what religion we practice &lt;br /&gt;Terrorists hit America in its heart &lt;br /&gt;But America's heart still beats strong &lt;br /&gt;Demolish the steel in our buildings, &lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't touch the steel in our souls &lt;br /&gt;Hit us in the pocketbook; &lt;br /&gt;but we'll parlay what we have left into a fortune &lt;br /&gt;End innocent lives leaving widows and orphans, &lt;br /&gt;but we'll take care of them &lt;br /&gt;Because they are New Yorkers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever we live, whatever we do, whoever we are   &lt;br /&gt;There are New Yorkers in every state and every city of this nation   &lt;br /&gt;We will not abandon our city   &lt;br /&gt;We will not abandon our brothers and sisters   &lt;br /&gt;We will not abandon the beauty, &lt;br /&gt;creativity and diversity that New York represents   &lt;br /&gt;Because we are New Yorkers   &lt;br /&gt;And we are proud to be New Yorkers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Vincent Pasquale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6511896786296877226?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6511896786296877226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6511896786296877226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6511896786296877226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6511896786296877226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-new-yorker.html' title='I Am A New Yorker'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-658725898627151584</id><published>2008-11-10T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:43:16.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 days until the official start of the best time of the year!</title><content type='html'>i broke out the Christmas music today. i just couldn't wait anymore. Christmas isn't for another 46 days, but it doesn't matter to me. i just had another crappy Monday so it was necessary to lighten my mood..but now i can't focus. i state that the Christmas season officially kicks off when i go home for Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in honor of the BEST TIME OF THE YEAR being right around the corner (and it actually starting according to some radio stations and commercials), here is a list of all of my favorite Christmas things, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the TV specials that i actually have time to watch; Christmas in Rockefeller center and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade are two of my personal favorites due to growing up in NEW YORK. A Charlie Brown Christmas always makes me think of my mother, because she gets excited like a child for that one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my favorite commercials are prob the Pampers "Peace on Earth" commercial with the babies from different parts of the world with "Silent Night" in the background, whatever the Hess truck commercial is that year, the Radio City Christmas Show commercial, the classic Hershey Kiss commercial, Santa getting stuck in the chimney advertising some stomach medication, the classic M&amp;Ms commercial when the red and green M&amp;Ms sneak downstairs and run into Santa, the "a diamond is forever" comercial with a cover of Cat Stevens' "How Can I Tell You" playing in the background and a man giving his wife/girlfriend a ring as a surprise, and if anyone remembers the "Behold The Power Of Cheese" commercials, one of those in which a girl leaves Santa cheese instead of milk and cookies and he left her the whole freakin' toy shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the music, my favorites being O Come, All Ye Faithful (Nat King Cole or Josh Groban), (Christmas) Baby Please Come Home (Darlene Love), Sleigh Ride (the instrumental version or The Ronettes), all of the awesome Bob Rivers parodies (I even like the cynical aspects of Christmas), and a whole bunch that i can't think of right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the crazy shopping. i do Black Friday every year and i always like to listen, just for the hell of it, for what toy soccer moms across the country will be knocking each other over for this year. i remember the year that Tickle Me Elmo came out and a fight broke out on Christmas Eve in a K-Mart over the last one. i also remember Furbies, and i didn't say that i wanted one until much later...but Santa definately scored for me and i somehow got a Furby :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the food, including all of the special food that chain establishments don't serve at any other time of the year; i had my first Eggnog latte from Starbucks yesterday and it was just wonderful. my mom and i always make cookies a few days before Christmas and it's something i look forward to every year. also the traditional Italian Christmas Eve...for us it's sicilian pizza, fish sauce, pasta, and fish salad that my grandmother makes. dessert is cookies of course. i'm not a big fish person but Italian Christmas Eve is just full of magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the movies: A Christmas Story is my all-time favorite MOVIE, forget about christmas movie. but It's a Wonderful Life never ceases to leave my eyes wet, and some of the newer ones like The Polar Express and Deck The Halls are great too. Of course there's Miracle on 34th Street though I grew up with the Mara Wilson version as opposed to the 50s version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the Church services. don't need to go into details, except i sob. every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the gift giving/receiving. makes me feel so good both to give and receive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and then there's my birthday, stuck in the middle of the season...but all of the more reason to celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-658725898627151584?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/658725898627151584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=658725898627151584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/658725898627151584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/658725898627151584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-days-until-official-start-of-best.html' title='15 days until the official start of the best time of the year!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5095779644334838908</id><published>2008-11-04T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:13:10.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yours truly, one sad conservative.</title><content type='html'>so what does one think of when they think of the word LIBERAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of being &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt;. at no cost. because God forbid we should EARN it...not like the Founding Fathers tried to or anything. anyone remember 1776? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of &lt;strong&gt;legalization of pot and reducing the drinking age to 18&lt;/strong&gt;...because it all goes on underground anyway, right? but...what kind of ROLE MODELS are we that we are saying it's OKAY to be DRUNK at 18 and to be HIGH all the time? what STANDARDS are we setting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of the word &lt;strong&gt;hypocritical&lt;/strong&gt;...okay, so we can save the lives of criminals (and Obama supports capital punishment anyway) and we won't go to war, but yet, because a woman makes a stupid mistake in judgement, it should be okay to kill a LIVING, BREATHING life. makes a WHOLE lot of sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of &lt;strong&gt;BILL CLINTON&lt;/strong&gt;...just hearing the names gives me a knot in my stomach. because it's perfectly okay that he was president for eight years and engaged in one of the most unethical acts that a human being can engage in. i also think of ELIOT SPITZER..oh, what a guy! notice how they're both liberal democrats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of other people who are liberal who say they are so accepting, and yet, if you're not liberal, they don't accept you. someone explain that one to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of people like Al Sharpton who think that everything that could possibly be a racist slur is indeed a racist slur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that every liberal is just like this. because most of my friends lean to the left and we have an understanding (true friendship right there...no sarcasm). i know i'm generalizing. who knows? i don't think Obama is a bad guy...i'd take him over Hillary any day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...disrespect and lack of ethics and accountability in this country has gone FAR ENOUGH. i thought McCain was going to be the guy to change that. not saying Obama isn't ethical and accountable...because while he very much may be, most of my own generation, obviously excluding my friends because i pick carefully, isn't. which is exactly why they voted for Obama...they figured that now, their voices of disrespect can be heard....because that's what LIBERALS do. they are too trusting that people being accountable to themselves is enough. well, guess what...it's not. that's why we have LAWS. and i kind of feel bad for Obama, because i'm sure he is a very responsible person who is going to trust that everyone else is responsible too. but if you give a little, guess what happens. all people want is MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and distribution of wealth...isn't that called socialism? so, it's okay to exercise all kinds of freedom, but when it comes to money, we can't. God forbid we spend our money the way we want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear Mr. President...prove me wrong. show me that the next four years won't be the era of demise of the United States of America. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;one sad conservative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5095779644334838908?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5095779644334838908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5095779644334838908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5095779644334838908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7242237790631260396?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7242237790631260396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7242237790631260396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7242237790631260396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7242237790631260396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-world-went-so-right-for-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3689257322052100607</id><published>2008-10-27T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:13:34.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do??</title><content type='html'>i was prepared&lt;br /&gt;i was ready&lt;br /&gt;i was all set&lt;br /&gt;give me another synonym...you get my drift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a lot can happen in a short amount of time&lt;br /&gt;and all of that preparation&lt;br /&gt;went to waste&lt;br /&gt;and now when i need it...it came on too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are we now?&lt;br /&gt;where do we stand?&lt;br /&gt;is it time for goodbye &lt;br /&gt;all over again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;my head spins in circles&lt;br /&gt;as i sit here and wait&lt;br /&gt;for an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3689257322052100607?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3689257322052100607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3689257322052100607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3689257322052100607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3689257322052100607'/><link 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HSM3! and we both cried. wow. dorks much? but we really had an awesome afternoon...chasing the RIPTA and playing the video games at the movie theatre. and i got a kid combo box..just because it had HSM characters on it!! came back, wound up talking on the phone forever, and got ready for the halloween dance. which was all and all a good night. sometimes i try too hard to re-create things that happened once before..but i have to remember that not all halloween dances are created equal. it's hard going to things like that as a 'floater' because you want to make sure you see everyone that you're friends with..and you have to fight through massive mosh-pit type crowds to find everyone. and i massively missed Erinne and Ryan and Danny...because they were at all the dances last year and i just felt like there was something missing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i couldn't just go to bed when i got back...i promptly overslept the next morning and i had to be up at 5:30 for the VIA trip to NYC. i didnt hear my phone. wow. that is, i didn't hear it until Alli called at 6:21 and we had to be there at 6:15. i got my workout for day b/c i ran part of the way to Rodgers, where the bus was waiting. but lo and behold, i made it. Alli and i wanted to get the museum assignment done early because my parents came and took us out to lunch!!! and they brought Fagin, which made for some extra entertainment. we wound up eating at Fiorello's, so Fagin could be comfortable outside someplace...even though at some point he was propped on a seat, begging and almost eating the paper off the complimentary corn muffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't get back from NYC until 9, and then i ran to get my costume on and Claire took me over to Shivaun's, for her halloween party. party only went until 11, as Shivaun had to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had hoped for this to be the weekend...especially since so many hints were dropped. i had no reason to be hurt because it wasn't like i was ditched. and yet i was left going to bed last night questioning whether "this" is worth it anymore. i know i'll hold on because that's what i do...but at some point i need to give it up. &lt;br /&gt;i didn't, however, let it ruin my weekend!! go me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4412714327804526656?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/4412714327804526656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=4412714327804526656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4412714327804526656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4412714327804526656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-crazy-weekend.html' title='another crazy weekend!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4601352983805559445</id><published>2008-10-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:44:32.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one year later &lt;3</title><content type='html'>so i know that i do my best thinking in the shower. and this was just too good to not write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the halloween dance is in two hours-ish and i feel like last year's halloween dance was...erm, yesterday. that led me to thinking about the past year...and actually, a little bit before that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a SOPHOMORE in college. good grief. a sophomore means, at least at Salve, bringing your car on campus or in my case bumming rides off my friends who didn't have cars last year. it means getting to live in mansion dorms or in cottage dorms and not stupid Miley. it means that you know the trolley schedule by heart and know the bus routes. it means that you have a better chance of being an officer or a leader in a club because you've been at it for a year already. it means thinking about studying abroad. it means no more NSS. it means deciding who you want to live with instead of who you're assigned to live with. it means that you realize that about half of your class is noticably absent...as lots of people transfer after their freshman year. it means that you can be a mentor or an RA. but most of all, it means...&lt;em&gt;you're not new here anymore. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go past the trolley stop on friday afternoons and see about a dozen freshmen, at any given time, with their bags packed. and you remember when that was you...homesick, missing your friends from home, wondering if it will ever be the same again. you see their naive faces walking around town, having no idea where the hell they're going. they usually travel in gaggles and you know that they've made real friends when the group reduces to just two or three instead of eight or nine. and then, you, the sophomore, the 'upper classman' now, hears someone scream your name and it fills your heart. you pray for that freshman because their day will come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you also understand their pleas because one thing about college is that you're always missing someone. when you're at school, you miss your family and your friends at home. when you're at home, you miss your friends at school. and wherever your significant other is, you miss him or her whenever you're not in the place that he is. if he/she's from home, he/she comes to visit you at school on the weekends, and if he/she's from school, he/she comes home with you for a weekend and then you go to his/her place for another. but one thing that's good about it is that missing people forces you to keep in touch with them. thank the good Lord for Facebook...because sometimes you just don't have time for a long chat on the phone, whether you're at school and you just give a quick Hi! to a friend from home, or vice versa when you're at home. because there is time for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing that you don't come to realize until after the summer between your freshman and sophomore years is that in both cases...if you're as good of friends as you say you are, you just pick up where you left off. when you go home in May, you are out so much that first week that you barely sleep. there could be a drama going on with your friends from home and while you might hate drama, you're so happy just to be in the loop. when you go back to school in September, there is no breathing that first weekend back. you've all missed each other too much...you survived your freshman year together, how could you not love each other? and in my own case it's not just the people in my own year...it's my upper classman friends, and i love making friends with new freshmen. provided that no one lives too far away, you can visit friends from home at other schools, and your school friends can visit over the summer. or you can visit them. but when you're a freshman, you get scared that it won't be that way anymore...and then, when you go home for such a long time like the summer is, your relief is contageous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essentially, you come to realize how lucky you are to have people who love you, wherever you go, no matter where you are. gone temporarily does not mean gone forever. your freshman angst is over. and that's what being a sophomore is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4601352983805559445?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/4601352983805559445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=4601352983805559445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4601352983805559445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4601352983805559445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-year-later-3.html' title='one year later &lt;3'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1147513779542768033</id><published>2008-10-20T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:22:20.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a prayer.</title><content type='html'>Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if You read blogs...but since You are everywhere and omnipotent, I'm assuming You'll see this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are many people in my life right now who are in need of your care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roomate just lost her grandmother, had to return to Japan for a total of three days for the funeral, got jet lagged, was struggling in her course work to begin with and is now behind as a result of being away, and her father just lost his job. She never seems happy anymore, but I wouldn't be either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends at college was just told that she was nothing more than a "booty call" by someone she was close to for a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends from home is here, in the US, at college, while her parents are overseas in India and her grandmother is very ill. She just traveled to Maryland to see her grandmother in the hospital and help care for her younger cousins. She was so tired today that she skipped class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend here at college (or more than a friend? I don't know...) has been struggling to look for a job since he graduated college over a year and a half ago. He feels worthless and depressed, and his parents are not helping the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my best friends at college was just told by her boyfriend that she may have anxiety disorder. She is struggling with the idea of entering therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends from home is at college in California. She is a junior now and still has not adjusted to living away from home. She is perpetually unsure of herself and thinks twice about everything without realizing her own goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends from home who I consider a sister is trying to balance being a senior, having her mother fall out of her wheelchair, and with her depressive tendencies. Her ex significant other is dating one of her good friends at school and their relationship is being waved in her face every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what Facebook tells me, there were two other heartbreaks that I don't even know the stories yet because I've been so busy with my own life that I haven't had the time to contact them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE HELP THEM ALL. I know you are watching over all of us, and I know that not all of believe in your existance, but please help to make all of their lives easier. And lastly, please help me to help them while staying on top of everything in my own busy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1147513779542768033?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1147513779542768033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1147513779542768033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1147513779542768033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1147513779542768033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/10/prayer.html' title='a prayer.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-7141555943276730002</id><published>2008-10-17T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:38:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still standing, better than i ever did</title><content type='html'>flashback to last week...to HOME, which was awesome. i got to see a lot of people who i missed. Bevin and i went to see Nick and Norah's Infinate Playlist which i'm so getting on DVD when it comes out. my manicure actually lasted this whole week. i got to go to Church at home. found a halloween costume. family event for Grandpa Jake's 80th birthday was also awesome...especially the 11:30 pm Wendy's trip...LOL. i played guitar hero with Jaclyn and i drove my car to starbucks every day. i sometimes wish i always had that life where i had no responsibilities...but then knowing me, i'd get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to Salve and it was like everything hit me at once. in three days i had two quizzes and a test. but i got a 96 on my philosophy essay, and my science professor decided to do something nice for once. apparently we get 20 points added to our test score if we make up 20 questions. sweet deal. but tuesday and thursday were just rough, and everyone around me seems to be falling apart, which makes me fall apart. and i'm so, so, so happy that it's FRIDAY. i feel like i haven't slept in forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire's birthday celebration tonight :-D still have to get her present...way to be, Gracie, really! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...FREAKING RED SOX. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. why couldn't the Yankees do that? WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7141555943276730002?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7141555943276730002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7141555943276730002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7141555943276730002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7141555943276730002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-still-standing-better-than-i-ever.html' title='i&apos;m still standing, better than i ever did'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1053750791895541217</id><published>2008-10-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:03:16.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm too excited to study!</title><content type='html'>I'M GOING HOME TO NEWWWW YAWK TOMORROW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can't wait. legit. i haven't been home yet and i've seen my parents once...and while i'm excited to see them i have a laundry list of people i have to see. at this time last year i already went home once and probably saw my parents twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have a stupid earth science test tomorrow...i poured out my troubles in that class to Sr. Marta, who might be the most understanding and sympathetic professor ever. i also told Dr. Lawber, who just laughed and said how much he would like to say on the subject. i HEART Dr. Lawber and Sr. Marta. actually, i heart every professor except one. Dr. Sylvia is interesting and really knows her stuff. Dr. Lawber goes without saying. Sr. Marta appreciates how hard i work and how much i have to do! and Dr. Hersh is so, so funny, so entertaining, so knowledgable, and also appreciates how interested i am in the material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's been quite the busy week. Kaoru had to go back to Japan for a death in her family and we (me, her, Greg, Glynnis, and Glynnis' roomate Erin) were up at 4:30 am to get her to the airport in Providence...and last night i had to help set up for the campus min BBQ, have three hours of chorus, and go to my first SGA meeting which was actually really cool and interesting...I HAVE A PLAQUE THAT I RAISE WHEN I HAVE A QUESTION! we get to vote on everything and i have to get used to being called "Senator Donaldson." but don't get me wrong, it's AWESOME. it runs like a real senate. we took this crazy personality test to show our leadership skills and mine came out so accurate that it was scary. then today i had to go to Newport Police to get fingerprinted for Positive Role Models, and Terin and i managed to go to Dunkin afterward, and before our 10:30 classes. had class/lunch/more class, had a meeting with Anna Mae about retreat music (I'M CANTORING THE RETREAT...YAYYYY) and then promptly threw in Anchorman and slept through most of it...for 2 1/2 hours. way to go, Gracie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have to pack...and study...but I'M JUST SO EXCITED TO SEE EVERYONE and to go to NEW YORK CITY!!!!! *squee*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1053750791895541217?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1053750791895541217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=1053750791895541217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1053750791895541217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/1053750791895541217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-too-excited-to-study.html' title='i&apos;m too excited to study!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6922809722790989293</id><published>2008-10-04T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:27:08.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything you do&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;and so confused&lt;br /&gt;at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;i can read your mind&lt;br /&gt;but i can't read your heart.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where you want this to go&lt;br /&gt;i can't figure out how you feel&lt;br /&gt;all i know for sure&lt;br /&gt;is everything that i feel for you. &lt;br /&gt;you frustrate me&lt;br /&gt;get me all worked up&lt;br /&gt;so hard to read!&lt;br /&gt;yet you make me laugh so hard&lt;br /&gt;that my sides ache with joy.&lt;br /&gt;and that reminds me &lt;br /&gt;of just how much &lt;br /&gt;i want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;forever and for always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6922809722790989293?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6922809722790989293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6922809722790989293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6922809722790989293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6922809722790989293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/10/everything-you-do-makes-me-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6745816207584451577</id><published>2008-10-03T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T22:15:05.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW. :-D</title><content type='html'>and THAT, ladies and gentleman, may have been one of the best nights OF MY LIFE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted, there have been many of those. but this one will be added to the list. all of the drama of the week just seems so insignificant now. and it should stay that way because i don't care anymore (at least about the blame that got thrown at me...funny...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technically, it started last night, when chorus ended and i had my little campaign party at Sky Ranch while we waited for the fated phone call to come which said whether or not i was a SGA senator. Ben, Sara, and i came over right from chorus and we were eventually joined by Ann and Whit (who left because Ann was so sick...aw), Jenn, Natalya and her friend, this girl Erika who was in chorus and i never met but i LOVED, Nicole V., Rachel V. coming in and out, and Megan (with Shane circulating around and making annoying remarks about How The SGA Does Nothing...oh dear...). we ate and watched House, then switched to the vice presidential debate and when we got tired of that...more House (it was, after all, my night). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically hyperventilated at 10:30 and there was still no call and a million and one people texting me asking what happened. we left skranch so we wouldn't bother Shirley anymore, but we hung out in the Miley lobby until the call FINALLY came at &lt;br /&gt;10:55...to tell me that i was an SGA SENATOR!! (yea..you prob heard us scream all the way from Miley). i was on the phone and AIM for prob an hour and a half, just spreading the news. i called Uncle Vin at 11:15...and he didn't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today started out with a whole bunch of hugs and congrats. my dad told Margaret all about the election and she emailed me to say congratulations :-) after econ i had lunch with Wifey, then Sara came and sat and then Nicole V. showed up and we were legit eating in Miley for an hour and fifteen. it was awesome. then i ran into Glynnis and pretty much spilled the drama of yesterday (that i heard from three different sources) to her. after we compared stories in skranch for a bit it was on to the next stage of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and i were going to Holy Smokes for her to get her cartilage pierced and for ME TO GET MY TRAGUS PIERCED!!!! AHHHH!!!! and Claire handled it like a pro..despite how nervous she was. i know how much blood is in your tragus...as out of nowhere my ear started bleeding after it was all done. but still, despite more pain than i intended for, a whopping $45, and blood on the seat belt in Claire's car...it looks AWESOME. came back to Salve, made more phone calls about the election, and went to Glynnis' dorm to go to Brick Alley for dinner. it wound up being me, Glynnis, Megan, Claire, and Claire's roomate Jenna, so we all fit in Glynnis' car. we didn't wind up going to The Brick due to the forty minute wait so i got to experience my third friday night in a row at the Red Parrot. but it didn't matter...it was still awesome. Glynnis just kept cracking us up and we ate so much dessert that we couldn't finish it...that's how big the desserts are at the Red Parrot. we got to experience Glynnis trying to parallel park with poor Megan directing her...and how city girls don't belong in the woods. Megan gave me this sweet little card for winning the elections, which is now hanging in my dorm. when we walked back to the car i started bitching about the long walk and apparently i'm from NY so i should be used to it...then Glynnis started doing the "tush and ankles" routine which was effing amazing. we went to Stop and Shop then drove back to Salve with "Walk It Out" blasting out the windows. we rock. end of story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next stage of the evening...threw laundry in the machine, hung with Kalyna in her room while i waited for it, went down to Miley to give Shane his bday gift b/c his bday is on Sunday. we moped around and Dani was working in Miley Mart so we made faces at each other threw the windows (in true Wifey fashion..haha) i got a mini-tour of the back of skranch which smelled so badly that i almost gagged. and i noticed how Shane's intake sheet has "Sugar Sugar" programmed into the computer to read that, every time. i think i laughed about that for a good twenty minutes...we bummed around Miley Mart with Dani for another good fifteen minutes and Shane opened his gift, then he took me back to Young and we yelled at stupid people, the whole three minutes it took to get here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really should go to bed! i have a SGA retreat at 9am. shit...but i'm just way too happy and high on life!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6745816207584451577?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6745816207584451577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6745816207584451577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6745816207584451577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6745816207584451577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-d.html' title='WOW. :-D'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6490869548600868103</id><published>2008-09-30T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:58:30.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little nervous (??)</title><content type='html'>only i can manage to be running for office, taking 20 credits, and be in what seems like love all at the same time. but the truth of the matter is that...they can all turn out too amazing for words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i suppose i am a tad (oh crap, now i'm using his vernacular...and not on purpose!) nervous about the results of the SGA elections...i've been saying that i don't care because i want to believe that. i love how there are 12 spots and 13 people running. Lucky Thirteen will Lose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time...i love how many friends are wearing my shirts, putting up my posters (Rachel and Natalya), taking DOWN my posters (long effing story), drove me to Wal-Mart for supplies (Glynnis), made cookies with me (Kalyna, Cait, and Ben), made t-shirts (Nicole and Kaoru), joining my facebook group, putting "VOTE FOR GRACIE" on their away messages and facebook statuses, and generally saving my ass (Claire, Emilie, and Alli!) . i'm honestly humbled by it all, i really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poster crisis (the already referred to Long Effing Story) kind of broke up the week a bit...i got this stupid email saying that i had to take down a bunch of my posters b/c they would peel the paint off and they were a fire hazard (where WAS i supposed to put them, after all? bulletin boards...or as Shane would put it...on the sender of the email's ass...wow). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the long and the short of it? VOTE FOR GRACIE FOR SGA SENATOR! because Busy People Get Things Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6490869548600868103?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6490869548600868103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6490869548600868103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6490869548600868103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6490869548600868103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-nervous.html' title='a little nervous (??)'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-5947302603190414370</id><published>2008-09-30T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:30:32.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what haven't you told me?</title><content type='html'>they say the eyes are the windows to the soul&lt;br /&gt;if that theory's right then your soul is all about me.&lt;br /&gt;what you say and what you do just don't match up&lt;br /&gt;what haven't you told me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really think we stepped it up&lt;br /&gt;you poured your heart out to me&lt;br /&gt;i listen with everything i had&lt;br /&gt;for what you didn't tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't get you out of my head&lt;br /&gt;we can't stand to be apart&lt;br /&gt;and i want so much to give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;and to finally hear what you haven't told me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-5947302603190414370?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/5947302603190414370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=5947302603190414370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5947302603190414370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/5947302603190414370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-havent-you-told-me.html' title='what haven&apos;t you told me?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8641520791131866906</id><published>2008-09-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:38:04.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that crazy social life&lt;br /&gt;the endless calls and text messages&lt;br /&gt;never free on weekends&lt;br /&gt;hit me up later bitches (love ya MWAH)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get those grades&lt;br /&gt;look at me, I got straight A's AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;Good Student Discount and Dean's List ceremonies&lt;br /&gt;oh that Gracie is SUCH a teacher's pet (GRRR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the guy&lt;br /&gt;the one I fell the hardest for&lt;br /&gt;just admit your feelings for me&lt;br /&gt;and then we can live happily ever after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the best singer&lt;br /&gt;Every concert and choral group&lt;br /&gt;why the HELL didn't I make a capella?&lt;br /&gt;and I know theory too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in charge&lt;br /&gt;student senator, campus ministry&lt;br /&gt;OMG she does EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;(and she manages to go to CHURCH?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be busy&lt;br /&gt;but not to feel what happens &lt;br /&gt;when something's gotta give&lt;br /&gt;and you're running on empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put the normal feelings aside&lt;br /&gt;not to want what means the most&lt;br /&gt;but I guess we're not robots&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm only...human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....but does that mean that I Can't Have It All?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8641520791131866906?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/8641520791131866906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=8641520791131866906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8641520791131866906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8641520791131866906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-7554334547948564425</id><published>2008-09-22T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:53:02.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Annoying Little Voice In My Head That's Telling Me "You Can't Do It All" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love From Gracie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7554334547948564425?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7554334547948564425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7554334547948564425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7554334547948564425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7554334547948564425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-annoying-little-voice-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-156480839070995843</id><published>2008-09-21T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T13:17:08.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll give you $100 if you find someone busier than me.</title><content type='html'>i need to make the world aware of what my life looks like until October 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/24- active campainging meeting&lt;br /&gt;9/25- active campaigning begins&lt;br /&gt;9/26- my parents are coming up, Hunger Concert&lt;br /&gt;9/27-9/28- the rest of Fall Festival Weekend, with events that i have to go to&lt;br /&gt;10/1-10/2- SGA Elections&lt;br /&gt;10/3- my SGA fate is bestowed upon me...muhahaha&lt;br /&gt;10/5- Shane's birthday :-)&lt;br /&gt;10/6- Ann's birthday :-)&lt;br /&gt;10/10- GOING HOME FOR LONG WEEKEND!!!!! YEAHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over said long weekend i need to:&lt;br /&gt;buy a halloween costume, visit Margaret and Suzanne, probably get a check-up, see my biffles, and go to a family thing. yes, the planning has already started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure i'm forgetting some stupid tests or maybe POP QUIZZES THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT YET that are going to happen while all of this is happening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-156480839070995843?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/156480839070995843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=156480839070995843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/156480839070995843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/156480839070995843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-give-you-100-if-you-find-someone.html' title='i&apos;ll give you $100 if you find someone busier than me.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4920274397777586883</id><published>2008-09-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:02:37.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it all works out, eventually.</title><content type='html'>so after the shitty week i had, the past two days COMPLETELY made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shitty week was mostly due to a few not so hot grades...which we all know is not okay by me. Dr. Lawber gave us two pop quizzes in Econ and i got a 40 on one. i freaked out on poor Dani, who said she never saw me like that before. she practically held me while i screamed her head off in the middle of Ochre Point Avenue. (i have the best Wifey EVER, thank you.) the next one was better. a 70. at least i passed. not normally a mantra that i live by, but after a 40 and knowing that your lowest grade is going to be dropped, it's livable. i currently have an 85 quiz average in Econ b/c i got a 100 on a reaction paper. still not okay, but we're heading into the third week of the semester and i have time to pull it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other class that pissed me off was Earth Science. two quizzes this week that we knew about...ten questions...one chapter each. you would THINK that would mean that SMALL LITTLE DETAILS would be excluded from the quiz and BIG CONCEPTS would be what we were tested on. it wasn't even like i didn't study the details! i just didn't study them as hard as the big concepts. every educator that i've ever had has been trying to get me to understand that i should only study big ideas and not waste my time with details because i did that forever. and i always completely overstudied. now i have to remember SPECIFIC ROCK TYPES??!! from a professor who says 'basically' every third word? OY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the emotional crisis that i had to handle that wasn't mine, not being able to find helium balloons for Dani for her 21st birthday, falling UP stairs twice in one day, not being able to find the common room remote to watch the House premiere, the swipe card reloader being out of service, and then the icing on the case, finding the family gathering pictures on Facebook. that broke me. i threatened to come home next weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there WERE some good things, though. i had two GOOD quizzes, and one of them was a surprise. i met my soulmate in Nicole, who is a freshman and in campus ministry. and the House premiere...was just amazing, though i want to hunt down Wilson and kick his ass (House and Wilson NEED EACH OTHER!). i even got my laundry done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on Friday, after lunch with my Wifey and making campaign t-shirts with Nicole, GAURI CAME TO NEWPORT!!!! Kaoru and I picked her up and waited for the shuttle forever, and then we ate at the Red Parrot. we came back, hung out with Shane, came back to my room and gossipped about people and watched National Treasure (or as much as we could get through before we fell asleep). we had brunch with Megan and Courtney then i showed Gauri as much of Newport as i possibly could. i took her to all of my favorite stores, we went to the arcade, then sat in Starbucks (just like if we were on LI) and came back and gossipped some more :-) (about people who were NOT in earshot!) Ann and Whit took us back to Gateway for Gauri to meet her bus. and now i'm back here, eating chinese food and leftovers from last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm SO MUCH HAPPIER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4920274397777586883?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/4920274397777586883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=4920274397777586883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4920274397777586883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4920274397777586883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-all-works-out-eventually.html' title='it all works out, eventually.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-67691903295759084</id><published>2008-09-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:24:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i legit love my life.</title><content type='html'>i've realized that i haven't given a life update in a while. so, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been up until 2am pretty much every night doing work. and yet the only class that i really could do without is earth science because the professor is probably around a hundred years old and he goes on for an hour and fifteen minutes about...igneous rocks. my desk is next to the wall. that's usually where my head winds up. my other classes are mostly discussion and my social work professor, Dr. Sylvia, is letting me do the community service project that i wanted to do even though the outline will be given to her past the deadline. Dr. Sylvia is my hero for the week. something else awesome about this semester is that i get to have lunch with my Wifey three days a week! and i get to get up early to finish reading that i couldn't finish the night before, and i have a long break before my 4pm class on Tuesdays and Thursdays to do more reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom made her TV debut this week on Tabitha's Salon Takeover! at some point we actually heard her voice (and our home phone number was busy with people calling) but i yelled at her because she kept her sunglasses on in the first shot that we saw her in. my grandma called and asked my mom if the salon people had used the dirty salon supplies on her hair...that's my fabulous family for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that i'm running for SGA senate, which may be the best thing ever or it could be the biggest mistake i've made in a while. Ann and Claire yelled at me because they know i have too much on my plate. i know they are doing it because they love me and that makes me feel good. but i've figured out that i must get some sort of odd pleasure out of being so busy that i could cry. i'm going to have to miss the Voices in Harmony concert because of the fall retreat, and next semester i'm going to have to miss the spring retreat because i wanna be in the musical. maybe this is what college is all about...making choices. but it's so great at the same time. i also need to add how much i LOVE my new freshman buddies-Rachel, Ben, Natalya, Jenn, Ali, and the whole rest of them-and i LOVE that they will all wear my SGA TSHIRTS!!!! Rachel loves US history, Ben loves music and musicals, Natalya is from California which makes her fascinating in itself, and Jenn watches HOUSE!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday i had my usual lunch date with my Wifey and then i went downtown to do some xcore shopping for her 21st BIRTHDAY!!!! i finally got myself some starbucks, then came back, went to Panera with Claire and the rest of the Carnlough cottage girls, came back, watched I Love The New Millennium with Claire and Jenna for a while, then hung out with Shane on his late shift for a bit. Saturday i went with Megan to the March of the Seahawks and then to see the Salve football game against SUNY Maritime...which caused me to have some mixed alliances. went back, went on the cliff walk with Megan, and then Claire and i had our starbucks adventure...it took ONE HOUR to find an effing PARKING SPACE in downtown Newport. no joke, ONE HOUR, and plus the time it took for me to run into some random ass store to get quarters to feed the meter...only to find that the parking space that we finally ended up with had two hours and five minutes left on it. that was some damn good coffee. Saturday night Whit and i went to Sex and the City in Wakehurst and we saw Claire and Ashley, so we all kind of walked back together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my life. have i mentioned that lately?? and...GAURI is coming to see me on FRIDAY!! and i think i'm going home in 28 days-ish. by the time i'm home, i'll know if i'm an SGA senator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-67691903295759084?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/67691903295759084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=67691903295759084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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thinking about all the stuff i've done while i've been a college student. so, here goes the grand recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VIA program&lt;br /&gt;-dean's list for fall 07 and spring 08&lt;br /&gt;-university chorus&lt;br /&gt;-madrigals&lt;br /&gt;-church choir&lt;br /&gt;-campus ministry student council&lt;br /&gt;-campus ministry spring retreat committee&lt;br /&gt;-voice lessons with two student recitals&lt;br /&gt;-fall 07 production of the "Scottish Play"&lt;br /&gt;-scripture sharing&lt;br /&gt;-East Bay special olympics volunteer&lt;br /&gt;-St. Clare nursing home volunteer&lt;br /&gt;-and...major credit overload, especially this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder everyone tells me i'm insane...and i think i want to run for SGA senator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3290864657052115815?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-1155361220221930891</id><published>2008-09-07T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:27:23.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the way it works for me&lt;br /&gt;is that when someone says&lt;br /&gt;they won't be in my life anymore...&lt;br /&gt;they won't. and nothing will change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you came back into my life&lt;br /&gt;as quickly and unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;as you entered it&lt;br /&gt;and it's so, so good to see you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but where will we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;will it be the way it's been&lt;br /&gt;where the tension is always there&lt;br /&gt;and no one makes a move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i heard from people who care&lt;br /&gt;is that you're not for me&lt;br /&gt;but i don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;and i'm ready to take another shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but is this our last shot?&lt;br /&gt;is this our last chance&lt;br /&gt;to be something together?&lt;br /&gt;or should i just give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not ready to say it now&lt;br /&gt;no 'que sera sera' for me&lt;br /&gt;i'm blessing the day &lt;br /&gt;that you came back&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;br /&gt; we&lt;br /&gt;  can&lt;br /&gt;   have&lt;br /&gt;     one&lt;br /&gt;      more&lt;br /&gt;        try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-1155361220221930891?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/1155361220221930891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8888819958721728005</id><published>2008-09-04T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:25:42.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm baack....</title><content type='html'>this is so, so wrong. but i miss my Miley room. my new room in Young doesn't feel like &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; room yet. i love it. it has a BATHROOM, which is so, so much better than the shittastic communal bathroom in Miley. there is an actual common room (but apparently Miley has a common room now....wtf...), it has a working elevator, there are actual closets instead of holes in the wall, Dani's apartment is literally next door and Ann's building is across the street, and the room is just all around big. Claire said that my Miley room prob didn't feel like &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; room at this time last year. i said that it didn't, but not as much as this doesn't. it makes no sense. the room is awesome. i have my pictures up. but it was a bitch to trek down to Miley Mart tonight and bum a ride off poor Claire. i didn't eat from 1pm until just a half hour ago. yay 4pm class and then chorus and mads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only have one class tomorrow, with...DR. LAWBER!!!! i have to figure out who will go to the think fast game show with me. i met new freshmen and that feels weird too. I feel like i'm still supposed to be a freshman. i have my first Jamie session tomorrow...yay for the shrink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents got me a new camera. for no apparent reason. i love my new camera and i love pestering people to take random ass pics even more. yesterday was a really fab day, it really was. Dani and i just bummed around all day and we christened my new camera. i met Ann and Whit at the movie on the lawn at wakehurst, which was Ironman and we ended up liking. today i had my first VIA class with Dr. Hersh and this kid walked out because the conversation was depressing him. i bummed around with Glynnis for a good part of the day and i had chorus and mads later. it's been great, but i just miss Rachel a lot. so many times i wanted to run into Reefe (even though she wouldn't be there anyway) and bang on her door. one of the new freshmen that i met lives on her floor and that made me sad. i miss going on the cliff walk with her and miley caf meals and pestering Shane with her. i miss Claire being right next door. at least i still have K living with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.......i guess we can say that i'm a little......homesick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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when they first see that person. hasn't exactly worked...i don't know what i'm going to say except....'hi.' wow, imaginative. it's been a really long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not looking forward to the irrational gracie voice in my head yelling at me to study more. contrary to popular belief, I DO NOT LIKE TO STUDY. i just like the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all mixed up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-885174480989527268?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/885174480989527268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=885174480989527268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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time this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prepping to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i'd never see you again...but NO! i'm going to see you in a week and a half, like everyone else who i missed all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether to laugh, cry, jump for joy, slam a door, or just wonder how the hell i'm going to go about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6265045287497164304?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6265045287497164304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6265045287497164304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Believing-Journey&lt;br /&gt;Born to Run-The Boss&lt;br /&gt;Livin' on a Prayer-Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade-MCR&lt;br /&gt;So What-P!nk (new, I know, but it makes the list)&lt;br /&gt;Baba O'Riley-The Who&lt;br /&gt;NY State of Mind-Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;Vienna-Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;There Are Worse Things I Could Do-from Grease&lt;br /&gt;Thunder Road-The Boss&lt;br /&gt;Baby, It's Fact- hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning Baltimore- from Hairspray&lt;br /&gt;South Side- Moby ft. Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;For Good- from Wicked (so cliche!)&lt;br /&gt;and of course Ave Maria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably more to come. i think you can tell a lot about a person when you see their all time song list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-784445963881618879?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/784445963881618879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=784445963881618879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/784445963881618879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there is no one else in the history of the world who is as bad at good-byes as i am; especially good-byes to people who You've Really Given A Piece Of Yourself To and actually...TRUSTED. and who You've Never Met Anyone Like Before and Would Follow Around All Day Even Though You're A Leader and NEVER a Follower and Feel No Sexual Attraction To Whatsoever Seeing As You're Straight and She's a She. and who you kind of aspire to be in your next life but you only write that here....so...how do you say good-bye (even if it IS only temporary and you KNOW that they aren't GONE from your life...and has even requested an invitation to Your Future Wedding) to someone like that? &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY WHEN THAT PERSON SIGNED YOUR PAYCHECK ALL SUMMER????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW???!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there enlies my frustration of the evening. i think i need to go watch House.&lt;div 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title='WHY??!!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4835618604996802065</id><published>2008-08-19T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:49:28.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and we thought these days would last forever</title><content type='html'>what was this summer all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was about learning to balance a new time-consuming job with a hectic social life.&lt;br /&gt;it was about finally conquering the Northern State Parkway. all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;it was about a project failing and learning to pick up the pieces and smile on.&lt;br /&gt;it was about newfound struggles with my parents that we learned from and worked through.&lt;br /&gt;it was about missing someone, a lot, but not letting it effect me.&lt;br /&gt;it was about learning new things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;it was about those crazy pictures that capture it all. &lt;br /&gt;it was about reunions and hugs and brownie sundaes.&lt;br /&gt;it was about meeting some really, really special people who i can awkwardly attach myself to, and further awkwardly attaching myself to special people who were already part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it was about being together, no matter what we were up to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and....to lighten the mood....MY HOUSE SEASON 4 DVDS ARE HEEEEERE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4835618604996802065?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8741292763248316052</id><published>2008-08-18T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:02:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'it's not goodbye, it's see you later'</title><content type='html'>i had to say good-bye to Margaret a half an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say good-bye to Christina in a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say good-bye to Gauri TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i royally suck at good-byes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8741292763248316052?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4365688985342714380</id><published>2008-08-16T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:51:13.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doesn't everyone come and go?</title><content type='html'>if i was just going back to the fun part of Salve i'd be so, so excited right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to go back to missing people. but different people than the people from Salve that i've been missing all summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i be one of those people who loves one place and hates the other? that would make leaving the place i hate and going back to the place i love so, so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never made anything easy for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i KNOW that EVERYONE GOES THROUGH THIS but i just feel things deeper than a lot of people do (and the people who love college and hate home or hate college and love home only go through it once...i get it when i leave college and leave home). i've been told that i 'take friendship very seriously.' let me rephrase that...i take ALL relationships very seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO, SO sick of random people Who Knew Me When I Was As Big As Their Leg asking me how college is and If I'm Excited To Go Back. now i'm going to have to answer how my summer was and talk about what i did. i think it's going to be that way for the next three years. after a while you sound like a broken record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to make an album of pictures from this summer. there are so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...i'm really, REALLY going to miss Margaret and Suzanne.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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go?'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6780838360911297211</id><published>2008-08-09T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:14:36.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it.'</title><content type='html'>when i was in middle school all i ever wanted was to be THAT girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who everyone wanted to be like. instead i was the girl who wanted to be like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually i let that go and decided just to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently a lot of people liked that idea because now i'm the person who everyone wants to be with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong. it's a blast. usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a half of tank of gas lasts three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people call me not once, not twice, but three times in the same day to do something that night once i don't pick up the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see my parents a sum total of an hour a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have time to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired i could cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clean out my text message inbox twice a day...and clear out my voicemail once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course there's that pressure of being THAT person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes it goes to your head and boosts your ego to a fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people keep things from you because they value your opinon so much that your dissapproval would kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always said that i would love to have all that power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i kind of wish i could go back to being a social outcast who spent friday nights with her parents or on the couch watching movies or babysitting, with no cell phone or facebook or even a car to get to all of these places. i didn't have time for myself before. i could never be famous. and i always thought i'd love to be...but if i'm overwhelmed now, imagine how i'd feel if i were famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6780838360911297211?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6780838360911297211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6780838360911297211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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poem. big surprise.</title><content type='html'>if i get one more chance&lt;br /&gt;to make the leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;to tell you how i feel&lt;br /&gt;and scream it to the world&lt;br /&gt;are you going to be back&lt;br /&gt;as a regular fixture in my daily life&lt;br /&gt;because it's fate&lt;br /&gt;or coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;if i get one more chance&lt;br /&gt;to let me love you&lt;br /&gt;are you just going&lt;br /&gt;to push it away again&lt;br /&gt;and not let our chemistry matter?&lt;br /&gt;are you worth my hopes? &lt;br /&gt;are you worth my fears?&lt;br /&gt;are you worth my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;are you worth me &lt;br /&gt;going over and over in my head&lt;br /&gt;how i'll say something so simple&lt;br /&gt;as 'hello'&lt;br /&gt;or should you be going stir-crazy&lt;br /&gt;over the first time that you'll see me again?&lt;br /&gt;are you worth the leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;that i'm prepared to make&lt;br /&gt;just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;provided that time&lt;br /&gt;stays on our side&lt;br /&gt;and maybe you won't leave....&lt;br /&gt;just yet? &lt;br /&gt;would you make the same leap for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6176880220276621183?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6176880220276621183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6176880220276621183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6176880220276621183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6176880220276621183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/1amand-poem-big-surprise.html' title='1am...and a poem. big surprise.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8096976276652307254</id><published>2008-07-27T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:14:51.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>identity crisis</title><content type='html'>i'm a lot deeper than a lot of people know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all that girly crap, i really do, but i love being original too. i make sure that i never look like anybody else and i'm really, really emo and you wouldn't know that by looking at me. i'm a romantic FOOL sometimes and i get pissed off easily. i love being the center of attention and standing out. i love being in charge and i love helping people. i think humility is overrated but only if you have a reason to not be humble. i may not be humble but i'm not easy on myself at all. i'm really a freak if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to try things that are so out of character for me just to see the reactions. is that...odd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8096976276652307254?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/8096976276652307254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=8096976276652307254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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never be the perfect child&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i try&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times i convince myself&lt;br /&gt;that i can.&lt;br /&gt;i guess there will always be that part of me&lt;br /&gt;that's never quite right&lt;br /&gt;that can't just go overlooked&lt;br /&gt;that just gets picked on&lt;br /&gt;and it will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;i can't change it&lt;br /&gt;even if i correct it&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many things&lt;br /&gt;i do right.&lt;br /&gt;can't everything that's right&lt;br /&gt;cancel out everything that's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;isn't there more of that?&lt;br /&gt;did i actually do anything right&lt;br /&gt;or am i more than just a waste of space?&lt;br /&gt;am i delusional?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-42157315418274199?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Shivaun's party was fab, it really was. i didn't even feel like a jerk because i wouldn't play beer pong because i wasn't the only one not playing. i got hit on (haah, joy) but it was actually kind of hysterical. we hated on Shane for not showing up (BOO SHANE!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day in NYC with Gina was also fab. and spending the whole weekend with the Barones was just awesome. since i got paid this week, i spent $$ like a crazy person who really couldn't afford to, but i didn't care. i went to a psychic at the street fair outside Bliss Spa (where Gina had a foot massage from a flaming dude named Edwin.) and for $10 she wasn't bad. she told me that a lot of people take advantage of me. and that i won't be fat forever (ok, she was extremely encouraging). i bought this awesome tissue box cover that has a pic of a NY liscense plate on the top that reads AH-CHOO, with a whole in the C in CHOO for the tissues to come through. it's so quirky. I LOVE IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hung out at my house on Saturday night and ordered food from Sergio's. and then i overthought, but what makes that different from any other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents went to this awesome wedding on Sunday while i was at Shiv's party. it was on a rooftop in SoHo and they said they want to have my wedding there. i want to get married at Salve, but i'll take that for a second choice. we hung out at the pool at the Barones' condo today, then went out to eat with my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no work again tomorrow!! but work was really pretty good last week. Suzanne, the agent, livens up the whole office. she sends Margaret and I into stitches and we even have a running bet (which i'm WINNING) and it's awesome. i saw a lot of people this week (and i don't ever think i wrote about the John Mayer concert!!! where Bevin and i got SOAKED, but forgive me if i already did) and my social life is truly a blast. but i'll admit it's also exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people i need to see this week: Gauri (who is finally back from her worldly adventures), Marissa (who is back from her camp in DISNEY), and i'm seeing Bevin tomorrow. i need to see Allie before she goes to Italy too!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other events in my social life: went to Barefoot Peddler with Michelle and Laura last week to see James. hung out with Michelle in Great Neck until 11ish afterward. saw Gemma on Thursday and hung at Starbucks forever. saw Anna and went to Uncle Dai's. went to SUMMER STOCK REHEARSAL last tuesday which was awesome because i got Erica mostly to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SALVE LOVES! but i still stand that everyone should be in one place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7561015425720446985?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7561015425720446985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7561015425720446985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7561015425720446985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7561015425720446985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-of-my-life.html' title='weekend of my life'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-769332517566616302</id><published>2008-07-16T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:24:14.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>late night poet strikes again</title><content type='html'>It was as though no one else in the world existed.&lt;br /&gt;They looked at one another&lt;br /&gt;Wordless for once&lt;br /&gt;In awe of each other&lt;br /&gt;The moments they’d shared&lt;br /&gt;And the people who they’d become together.&lt;br /&gt;They weren’t ready to part&lt;br /&gt;(How was it time already?)&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality&lt;br /&gt;To their own separate lives&lt;br /&gt;Away from each other&lt;br /&gt;And all that they’d shared.&lt;br /&gt;They just stared&lt;br /&gt;And stared&lt;br /&gt;And stared&lt;br /&gt;Until they broke the silence&lt;br /&gt;With a goodbye embrace&lt;br /&gt;And it was back to business as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-769332517566616302?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/769332517566616302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=769332517566616302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/769332517566616302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/769332517566616302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-night-poet-strikes-again.html' title='late night poet strikes again'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4458107221627221011</id><published>2008-07-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:14:39.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i know now</title><content type='html'>i never knew that i'd end up with this life. i never knew that i'd have a social life away from my parents. i never knew that i'd be so fat....wait, i'm trying to keep this positive. i never knew that i'd actually survive my freshman year of college. i never knew that i'd meet some of the most amazing people ever at said college. i never knew that i'd be a music major. i never knew that i was going to fall in love with someone who doesn't love me back. i never knew that i'd have friends (from college) who lived in Connecticut, Massachusetts, and even as far away as Indiana (yay Rachel!). i never knew that i'd have friends and cousins in North Carolina. i never knew that i'd actually go to a club without freaking. i never knew that it was possible to enjoy your life even if you didn't like yourself. i never knew that i'd have a real job and be good at said real job. i never knew that i'd be one to talk on the phone until midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of all this, i can't stop believing that the stuff that isn't right won't work itself out (i.e. dramas, and being fat) God is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also never knew that my mom would have her reality show debut before i would!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-4458107221627221011?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/4458107221627221011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=4458107221627221011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4458107221627221011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/4458107221627221011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-know-now.html' title='what i know now'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8167403947370338591</id><published>2008-07-12T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:42:41.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>college survey</title><content type='html'>YOUR FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you live? Old Miley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were your roommate(s)? Kaoru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to them? yes! we're living together again next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get in trouble in the dorms? unreasonably and unjustifibaly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you remember about when you first lived on campus? when the fire alarm went off in the middle of the night because someone's guest pulled the fire extinguisher out of the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your campus phone number or other number: um, yeah, like I'd give that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First bar you got wasted at? not for me, thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Pizza Place? Via Via i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to go out to eat? Panera, Brick Alley, Red Parrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to the library? not a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your Favorite Floor: none really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club, Athletics, Frat or Sororities, you joined? campus ministry, University Chorus, Madrigals, and i was in the play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you buy your books? The Bookstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who made the best wings? didn't have wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever attend a concert or comedic performance? Jack's Mannequin came &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spent the night on campus not in your dorm hall? almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite night to go out on, and where did you go? Friday or Saturday, went to town, Starbucks, out to eat, and to Prov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get coffee? JAZZMAN'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go see a play or been in one? in Maccers, saw Mousetrap and Hay Fever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have a job at school? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you hate about your college? my RA, my floor, some of the food, and 8:30 classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you love most about it? my friends &lt;3 and a certain member of the opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever leave to go on a road trip? to Dani's house on February break and my mom picked me up there; went to visit Gauri in Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would you believe is the best location to live in? prob Hunt/Reefe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduated or still attending? still attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year of graduation? 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you go back? yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many parking tickets have you gotten there? none, no car yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, ever gotten arrested? nope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8167403947370338591?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/8167403947370338591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=8167403947370338591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8167403947370338591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8167403947370338591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/college-survey.html' title='college survey'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-3050097058986084769</id><published>2008-07-07T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:07:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>different sort of poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I NEED AN IDEA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that i put my all into.&lt;br /&gt;my excuse for never having enough time.&lt;br /&gt;that gets me ready to wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and eats away at my sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;that distracts me while i'm driving&lt;br /&gt;that people get tired of hearing about&lt;br /&gt;that my appointments get scheduled around&lt;br /&gt;that i just&lt;br /&gt;         can't &lt;br /&gt;            stop&lt;br /&gt;               thinking&lt;br /&gt;                   about.&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;at work&lt;br /&gt;that makes me drop my food when eating&lt;br /&gt;and trip down the street when walking&lt;br /&gt;and doesn't let me go to the bathroom....in peace. &lt;br /&gt;that doesn't ever leave me alone. &lt;br /&gt;that becomes so big that i need to call in backup.&lt;br /&gt;that distracts me from the weather&lt;br /&gt;that keeps me away from the real world. &lt;br /&gt;that saps away at my boundless energy.&lt;br /&gt;now that's the kind of idea i'm looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-3050097058986084769?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/3050097058986084769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=3050097058986084769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3050097058986084769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/3050097058986084769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/different-sort-of-poem.html' title='different sort of poem'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-6779485429144866266</id><published>2008-07-07T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:20:07.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO confused!</title><content type='html'>i officially didn't get what i came for. my mission of yesterday failed. it really doesn't matter all that much, except for that both dumb, nosy missions like yesterday's, and real, honest missions, like i don't know, GREASE, have been failing. i like something is missing in my life. yet i'm happy, truly happy. i'm always tired, but that doesn't make life very different than it usually is. it's not my social life. i have the social life that i always wished i had. it's not my parents, to who i expressed how i was worried that i was disconnecting from them. we had our mental health day on 4th of july that we've all been needing. it's not even the players involved in yesterday's mission. it's...."you." and actually, it's not just....."you." it's not like we don't talk. it's my lack of a project!! i know i sound like a broken record. should i just sit back and enjoy myself, let everyone else plan projects for me? i've gone back a couple of summers and i've realized that i've had a project for most of those, what with camp counseling and being in summerstock. no wonder i never feel like i'm on vacation...but that's what i like. the office was so busy today in the morning...and i LOVED it. i felt so...empowered. the phone kept ringing, Margaret kept firing stuff at me to do, and customers kept showing up to pay bills. i didn't just feel empowered...i felt resourceful. i decided that i like Studying Under Pressure, despite how crazy i get. i feel, well, empowered and resourceful. (EDIT: couldn't think of any more adjectives.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone who is waiting for me to Burn Out....you can leave the theatre now. put down your popcorn. get a refund for this flick. it's &lt;strong&gt;NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-6779485429144866266?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/6779485429144866266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=6779485429144866266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6779485429144866266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/6779485429144866266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-confused.html' title='SO confused!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-7456674554138927647</id><published>2008-07-03T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:45:28.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back in business.</title><content type='html'>i'd like to be an official event planner. anyone who would like to have me plan their event for them for a small fee would be welcomed. and i probably wouldn't charge anyone who actually reads this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was a million times better today. and i got the weekend of my life all straightened out and all systems are pretty much go. just a few things that have to be worked out. SO excited for lots of things this month (BRUCE CONCERT WITH ZE WIFEY, NYC gathering, The Weekend Of My Life, Myeloma benefit, and hopefully fireworks at Piping on Sunday provided we can get in). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why, but my unhealthy obsession with putting on shows/being in shows has caused me to not be the same since Grease died. i can't listen to Grease music anymore. it's my favorite show. it's one of my unhealthy obsessions. and i can't even listen to the Taylor Hicks radio commercial without feeling emotional. it's just a show. i should be over it. but i can't even remove it from my work info on Facebook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things and people i have Unhealthy Obsessions with (look out.):&lt;br /&gt;starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;Achmed the Dead Terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;my friends.&lt;br /&gt;my car/driving.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate mousse.&lt;br /&gt;the Yankees.&lt;br /&gt;teachers.&lt;br /&gt;clothes/purses/SHOES.&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots of music.&lt;br /&gt;listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;singing.&lt;br /&gt;music analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;other people's personal situation analyzing.&lt;br /&gt;GREASE. ( :-( )&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER STOCK.&lt;br /&gt;learning institutions. &lt;br /&gt;good Churchly things.&lt;br /&gt;random facts/pop culture.&lt;br /&gt;US HISTORY FACTS. &lt;br /&gt;apparently, the sex and the city movie, which i never thought i'd like.&lt;br /&gt;any book that i get extremely engrossed in. &lt;br /&gt;CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;politics.&lt;br /&gt;long island.&lt;br /&gt;newport.&lt;br /&gt;being fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;the flavor of love girls charm school. &lt;br /&gt;ocean's eleven.&lt;br /&gt;talking to sexy men who i've never met and will never see again. ever. &lt;br /&gt;event planning.&lt;br /&gt;acting.&lt;br /&gt;small children.&lt;br /&gt;fascinating adults.&lt;br /&gt;restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;good hippie things.&lt;br /&gt;bragging that being Republican doesn't mean Anti-Peace...and wearing my peace sign earrings. &lt;br /&gt;being a tacky Eighties Lady at heart. &lt;br /&gt;WALT DISNEY WORLD. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;being "out." &lt;br /&gt;being on the written or unwritten VIP list.&lt;br /&gt;running into people and being mauled out of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;and the obvious, HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE. HOUSE. (which i can now pre-order on Amazon.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7456674554138927647?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7456674554138927647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7456674554138927647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7456674554138927647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7456674554138927647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-business.html' title='back in business.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-595244154823098855</id><published>2008-07-02T21:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:21:00.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>60 days to salve. yes, i counted.</title><content type='html'>no, seriously. i really did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i get to see my Wifey on the last day of THIS MONTH. SQUEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bevin aced the SATs the second time around!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ari and Joe graduated :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) my job has been a hassle this week. *sigh* i'm a workaholic. and that's not good. i'm always tired. i'm always running to hang out with people and then i come home and talk to other people. i've waited a long time to have an amazing social life. this is what i've always wanted. i didn't count on always being tired. Margaret and i joke about me staying home. when i do stay home, we say that i've "thrown my parents a bone." i never thought that i'd be so quick to ditch my parents. am i...actually becoming a grown-up? are they letting go? this is all new. i don't know what's happening. and the worst part? i'm still going to do it! i'm still going to go out and talk on the phone and on AIM. i'm scared that i'm going to lose my parents and the relationship i have with them in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) another late night poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i've got it bad&lt;br /&gt;because i keep listening for your voice&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;and while i can hear everyone's voice&lt;br /&gt;as clear as day...&lt;br /&gt;i can't hear yours.&lt;br /&gt;you've become a picture&lt;br /&gt;words on a screen&lt;br /&gt;that stand in place&lt;br /&gt;for the whole you.&lt;br /&gt;you're not here.&lt;br /&gt;not with me.&lt;br /&gt;far....far.....away.&lt;br /&gt;separated by over a hundred miles.&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like much further. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-595244154823098855?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/595244154823098855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=595244154823098855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/595244154823098855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/595244154823098855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/07/60-days-to-salve-yes-i-counted.html' title='60 days to salve. yes, i counted.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-7494989345784799497</id><published>2008-06-25T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:50:20.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts, i guess</title><content type='html'>i often forget that your own problems are not nearly as daunting when measured against the problems of certain members of your life. in this case, that person is my boss, Margaret, who i've always really, really looked up to, even before she was my boss and she was just a friend of my dad's. i don't know that many people who wear as many "Hats" as she does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also about to majorly swallow my pride....and i'm amazed at how certain people can make you do that, time and time again, and make you bail them out even though you've bailed them out 2387232987 times before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that anyone who i consider a "brother" or a "sister" to me, whether they be older or younger, becomes extremely important. even if that means bailing them out. again. it's a responsibility that i take seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...to "you," i miss you more than words know how to say. i want to see you, be with you, just hear your voice...for crying out loud. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news....Happy Birthday Grandpa. You are always missed and we love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP John Tucholski (very involved Parishoner of my Church)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-7494989345784799497?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/7494989345784799497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=7494989345784799497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7494989345784799497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/7494989345784799497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-i-guess.html' title='thoughts, i guess'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-2120863059965064480</id><published>2008-06-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:59:27.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the brain needs work!</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;i need to sing/direct/act/organize something even if it doesn't involve theatre/music.&lt;br /&gt;my mom thinks this may be a good thing because it frees me up because i'm working a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ. i don't like not being busy. i don't feel like i'm special if i'm not ridiculously busy. &lt;br /&gt;even though i'm tired all of the time and i could use a mental health day big time.&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, my new idea probably can't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC was awesome, however. i missed my babies and i spent every moment with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my Salve loves. a lot. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my 516ers. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-2120863059965064480?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/2120863059965064480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=2120863059965064480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2120863059965064480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2120863059965064480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/06/brain-needs-work.html' title='the brain needs work!'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-341501465317775082</id><published>2008-06-13T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:51:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rest in peace, buddy.</title><content type='html'>Grease is dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time of Death: 8:29 PM. &lt;br /&gt;as Frank put it, only a handsome doctor with a cane could revive it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt;RIP Tim Russert.&lt;br /&gt;I Got Paid Today.&lt;br /&gt;Dani's brother, Mike, had surgery today and is out of recovery and doing okay.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to everyone in the class of 08 who is graduating tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I Might Have A New Idea...&lt;br /&gt;Surprise Trip In Two Days. YIPPEEEE! (did I just say yippeee?? wow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is all. (awl.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-341501465317775082?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/341501465317775082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=341501465317775082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/341501465317775082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/341501465317775082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/06/rest-in-peace-buddy.html' title='rest in peace, buddy.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-4851887910261631841</id><published>2008-06-09T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:13:49.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a bit about myself</title><content type='html'>felt like doing this. so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned that sometimes the best things in life come from hard work. sometimes you get lucky and things come easily, but it's important, as corny as it sounds, to count your blessings. i like when things come easily- i know i'm spoiled and i like that i don't have to pay my phone bill and i get my own car. those are all great, but in a way i feel like i've had to work for those too. if i didn't work hard in school, if i wasn't responsible, if my parents didn't feel like they could trust me, i wouldn't have my own car and i'd probably have to pay my phone bill, or maybe i would just have a not so cool phone and less text messages...but the truth is that life is not measured in how many text messages you're allowed in a month. life, if you're going to measure it in text messages, should be measured in the text messages that are filled with those inside jokes that you'll remember forever, that will never get old. i've grown up a whole lot this year and i get told that i sound a lot more like i'm 30 than 19. i've learned a whole lot. sometimes the best things don't come just from hard work, but from believing in doing something that you never thought you'd do, like go away to college. maybe, just maybe, i'll ride a loop the loop roller coaster...but then again, i don't see that as a life experience that measures up to going away to school.at this time last year, i'd have rather rode that dumb roller coaster. now i'd rather go back to school! and not because it's the lesser of two evils, but because Salve is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. it's no longer something to be afraid of. but as i mentioned in one of my earlier posts, it would be nice if i could have everyone in one place. before i went to Salve, the only people i missed were my cousins, who live all over the place, and Laura, who moved to north carolina. i missed my summerstock friends during the year, but there was the security of knowing that they were just an IM (we IM more than call in most cases) away, and before we knew it the summer would be here and it would be time for another show. even when i was done with summerstock, we still saw each other more during the summer because we all had more time. now i feel like a grown up...no more summerstock, but rather a nine to five job which i do love, but still...and now i get to direct a summer show, God willing there are enough kids to pull it off...but as i said, there is as solution to EVERY problem. Michelle and I were talking about good-byes before and how much they suck. they do. they really, really do. even though i don't see them as often as i used to since college, my aunt Viv and Uncle Jay are moving to Maryland and i think my parents are avoiding the subject. but i couldn't help but hug them very, very tightly when they left our house on Sunday. now i'll have to miss them. i'll also have to miss Charlie and Jeanne from choir, even though i don't see them all that often since college either. but now i'm missing everyone at school and there are just so many people to miss and not see a whole lot. but in every case, we all know that we're all there for each other. communication is so easy these days. almost too easy. i think that's all for now. i am, after all, becoming quite the grown up and i need to go to bed because there will be a whole lot of insurance to look over in eight hours from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8684877718679250460</id><published>2008-06-03T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:02:57.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to wake up where you are.</title><content type='html'>i may not show it on the outside, but i miss you. so much so that i've cried over it for the past two nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough on that subject. i got my first paycheck and that feels so, so good. i love my job. i've seen so many of my fabulous 516 people and i have so many more to still see. and yet i'm really, really worried about how Grease is going to work out...Frank says we only need 10 kids to put on the show, but i'm still concerned. i hope it comes off. like it better. grrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: i really like it when people you haven't seen for a long time haven't changed in terms of their good qualities, and seem to outgrow those things that once drove you crazy. sometimes it's nice to know that people are just the same old person they were when you last saw them, and it's also nice when they look at you and seem to say, "same old Gracie...." but at the same time, they've noticed that you HAVE changed, and not in a bad way. that you've grown up, that you have a lot to be happy about. i like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdowns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Invades NY!!!!= 7 days&lt;br /&gt;surprise trip...=11 days&lt;br /&gt;Grease auditions= SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Michelle returns to NY!!!!=25 days&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN and WIFEY!=58 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8684877718679250460?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-239848215494823470</id><published>2008-05-23T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T23:08:24.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance the night away.</title><content type='html'>i could, quite possible, be starting to find myself. don't hold me to anything though...i may be turning into one of those LIVE LAUGH LOVE people who puts all of those philospophical quotes about living EACH day as though it were the last day of our lives! despite my usual hint of sarcasm, i'm starting to think it may be true. this isn't like me-i'm cynical, sarcastic, and i hate cliches. but cliches suddenly don't seem so cliche anymore. they seem...romantic. i'm not nearly as cynical as i once was...if i'm cynical at all anymore since college completely changed my life. as for sarcasm...well, it's a part of me and would you love me any other way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have so many reasons to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;1) i maintained an acceptable GPA even by my standards.&lt;br /&gt;2) i just saw VAN HALEN in concert. and i'm seeing BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN with my wifey in July.&lt;br /&gt;3) i'm a music major. therefore, i have a good voice. &lt;br /&gt;4) i just started a new job. and it's actually fab.&lt;br /&gt;5) my Salve friends are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;6) i've been seeing my old friends who i've missed.&lt;br /&gt;7) my parents are hysterical and supportive.&lt;br /&gt;8) my car doesn't drink up gas all that quickly!&lt;br /&gt;9) i love children.&lt;br /&gt;10)i get to go to NYC again on Sunday after a Mass that i'm going to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! the Yankees are even starting to play like the Yankees again!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-8873030227245106623</id><published>2008-05-19T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:07:43.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a two part post</title><content type='html'>1) POOR WILSON!!!! after three ex-Mrs. Wilsons' he has to lose Amber? SERIOUSLY? and now he has to hate House? there is no end to the injustice that takes place at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. House almost gave his own life to save Amber. isn't that worth something? though the part that made everyone cry was that note, 'sorry i'm not here, went to pick up House' ....dry eyes were rare tonight. though i loved the moment at the end when Foreman sat down in a booth in a restaurant and Cameron and Chase showed up, like old times, like paying homage to seasons one through three. there was even a scene at some point during one of those seasons (too tired to recall now) where House sits down in a booth with them in almost exactly the same setting. the worst injustice of all? the fact that it was the SEASON FINALE...no House all summer. TEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the late night poet strikes again. so here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so blind&lt;br /&gt;to what i see&lt;br /&gt;because through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i see a you and me&lt;br /&gt;that we could be. &lt;br /&gt;maybe you see too&lt;br /&gt;maybe you don't&lt;br /&gt;maybe we share nothing&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is something else&lt;br /&gt;to add to that long list of opposites....&lt;br /&gt;but opposites attract.&lt;br /&gt;i still want there to be&lt;br /&gt;a you and me&lt;br /&gt;but your eyes look elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;not even your glasses can correct that poor vision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you every day. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-8873030227245106623?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/8873030227245106623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=8873030227245106623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8873030227245106623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/8873030227245106623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-part-post.html' title='a two part post'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921467248171055072.post-2922144860409675847</id><published>2008-05-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:07:17.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i could apparate. random harry potter reference.</title><content type='html'>good first week. mani/pedi, highlights, the usual. starbucks, and my biffers. driving around aimlessly. YAY. choir practice. double YAY. AIDS walk tomorrow. more YAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just really, really miss my Salve friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...i need to do another song dedication. i'm just glad that this day didn't come a few years ago because i would have been a total wreck. i'm not looking for any more gratitude than i already received. i never do nice things for the "thank-yous." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;i realize that nothing's broken&lt;br /&gt;no need to worry about everything i've done&lt;br /&gt;lived every second like it was my last one.&lt;br /&gt;don't look back, got a new direction&lt;br /&gt;i loved you once, needed protection&lt;br /&gt;you're still a part of everything i do&lt;br /&gt;you're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;i'll always have you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921467248171055072-2922144860409675847?l=gracied11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/feeds/2922144860409675847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1921467248171055072&amp;postID=2922144860409675847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2922144860409675847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921467248171055072/posts/default/2922144860409675847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracied11.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-i-could-apparate-random-harry.html' title='i wish i could apparate. random harry potter reference.'/><author><name>Gracie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18196175741009307681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ed4rd1ix3u4/SGMB_ovSwEI/AAAAAAAAADo/jfb3-hYitvw/S220/my+album+cover.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
