<?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-6774849921479295525</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:56:28.554-07:00</updated><category term='boring'/><category term='Jessy Ribordy'/><category term='j cap'/><category term='percy bysshe shelley'/><category term='models needed'/><category term='pride'/><category term='narcolepsy'/><category term='Space'/><category term='photo shoot'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Mythology'/><category term='Conservative'/><category term='Faeries'/><category term='Falling Up'/><category term='Descriptive'/><category term='Annabel Lee'/><category term='Edgar Allan Poe'/><category term='henry lewis'/><category term='Ozymandias'/><category term='Analysis'/><title type='text'>The Lovely Parasite.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-6168865118678666624</id><published>2010-04-14T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:46:40.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>...is dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-6168865118678666624?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6168865118678666624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/04/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/6168865118678666624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/6168865118678666624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/04/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-7392329408149790217</id><published>2010-03-16T18:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:19:49.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great, Another Teen In Love...</title><content type='html'>Its always great when you tell the guy you love that you do, and he takes you in his arms and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. You didn't think I was serious, did you? Life is never like that. No, in real life, you tell a boy you love him, and he ignores you to the point that you have anorexia-like symptoms and just want to vomit and punch children in the throat at the same time. Oh, and when you ask him if you made him uncomfortable? He says no and then that he doesn't know. Well, here's my response: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDZMfKHVhoQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-7392329408149790217?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7392329408149790217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-another-teen-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7392329408149790217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7392329408149790217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-another-teen-in-love.html' title='Great, Another Teen In Love...'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-3568399226885666999</id><published>2010-03-04T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:26:58.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Yeah, I Need Ideas for...</title><content type='html'>I dont know. I just need something non-depressing on here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the unfortunate, I have nothing in my life that is happy-making other than white collar. Not even God it seems. Not saying its right or that I  like it, it is simply a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pick-up line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, please. Non-dramatic: I just need something that makes it worth getting up in le morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-3568399226885666999?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3568399226885666999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-yeah-i-need-ideas-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3568399226885666999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3568399226885666999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-yeah-i-need-ideas-for.html' title='Oh, Yeah, I Need Ideas for...'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-7076373221380095077</id><published>2010-03-04T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:21:54.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, It's Official.</title><content type='html'>...And I hate it. Henceforth, he shall be known as My Love. My Love remains anonymous. He has been My Love for years. Maybe not technically, but it has been true. My Love is by everyone's standards, a nice person... especially with girls. Before you think ill of My Love, just know that we are neither formally nor informally attached. The most that has technically occurred was a mutual agreement of like a couple of years ago. In my inmost being, I want that to be real. I want for his relationships with other girls not to matter. I want to be his one and only. Call me old-fashioned and girly, but I do dream of the faerie tale ending. &lt;br /&gt;The Really Sucky Bit: I think My Love is ashamed to be seen talking to me. And I'm too shy to talk to him. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments? Questions? Concerns? Leave 'em bellow. I gave up on speeling today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-7076373221380095077?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7076373221380095077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-its-official.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7076373221380095077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7076373221380095077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-its-official.html' title='Well, It&apos;s Official.'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-2645139861419275131</id><published>2010-02-12T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:50:16.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoiseTrade Widget</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NjAyMjUwNzc4OCZwdD*xMjY2MDIyNjMxNDczJnA9MTkwMjgxJmQ9NDQxYTBkMjQtMTljMi**NWIwLWI*NzAtNjc2MmY*/N2Y3ZmU4Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz1lMGJjNDc3ZDQ2MDg*YWQzOGUwMjRjNGU*ODRjYjAyMiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="width:240px; height: 400px;"&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.noisetrade.com/w/NTWidget.swf?wid=441a0d24-19c2-45b0-b470-6762f47f7fe8"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.noisetrade.com/w/NTWidget.swf?wid=441a0d24-19c2-45b0-b470-6762f47f7fe8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="240" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-2645139861419275131?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2645139861419275131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/02/noisetrade-widget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2645139861419275131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2645139861419275131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/02/noisetrade-widget.html' title='NoiseTrade Widget'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-4258993175833711821</id><published>2010-01-18T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:25:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im really annoying.</title><content type='html'>I think people are getting tired of my little updates, so, here I will post links to bands, free music, and anything, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jessyribordy&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thereiverempires&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/fallingup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may or may not have heard of the band Falling Up. They are a christian band in a non-in your face way. Anyways, I love them. Their two latest albums (Fangs! and Captiva) are their best so far. I cannot tell all of whats going on, but Jessy is pulling away from that band. His new band is called The River Empires. They are most like Falling Up in Fangs! only a little..more? I think is what I am trying to explain. On his personal myspace, he has posted little songs he has done mostly by himself, that are, truth be told, quite stunning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DISCLAIMER* I cannot verify that Falling Up is no longer a band, this is pure conjecture based on what I have seen on their blogs and tour dates etc. Please, let me know if you hear anything more. I honestly hope that the band is still together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-4258993175833711821?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4258993175833711821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-really-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4258993175833711821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4258993175833711821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-really-annoying.html' title='Im really annoying.'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-3140075587772005444</id><published>2009-12-17T18:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:29:37.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alrighty.</title><content type='html'>The time is coming! I will announce a date soon. Here's what I need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of you. No make up. Not smiling. One from straight on, one from the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please PLEASE! Let me know what makeup you can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! What clothes you can bring. Girls need one to two dresses plus whatever else. I need a picture of it or of you wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need to plan in advance. If we/ I need to do some shopping, its gotta happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my loves, let me know, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-3140075587772005444?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3140075587772005444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/alrighty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3140075587772005444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3140075587772005444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/alrighty.html' title='Alrighty.'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-6072807502330580859</id><published>2009-12-11T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T18:04:11.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know anymore. Or did I ever really in the first place?</title><content type='html'>I always knew I liked you.&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you cared.&lt;br /&gt;"Could this ever come true?"&lt;br /&gt;Is a thought I never dared.&lt;br /&gt;So let's just stay here for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Like this&lt;br /&gt;Uninterrupted, beautiful, undefiled&lt;br /&gt;Forever bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending this out into the cyberspace, hoping it is undiscovered, my own soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-6072807502330580859?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/6072807502330580859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-anymore-or-did-i-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/6072807502330580859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/6072807502330580859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-anymore-or-did-i-ever.html' title='I don&apos;t know anymore. Or did I ever really in the first place?'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-3515675691616591850</id><published>2009-12-03T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:56:49.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Writing: Favorite Place</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of places I love to visit, but I really enjoy using my imagination to create 'my world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several realms in this world and I will describe the first. There is a treeline made of birch and oak, you see big, fluffy snowflakes falling down, like little kisses on everything they touch. Despite the snowfall, you see plush green grass path leading to cozy huts filled with spiced ciders and coffees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets walk beyond the treeline, into the spring and summer realm. The bark on the trees is dark and wet, the little leave shoots are the brightest green and smell of vanilla mint. There is a lazy meadow filled with wild roses and winged faeries. At the heart of this scene is a pond. Not just any pond, a pond to rival Acheron, pure, clear waters, smooth pebbles cover the bottom of this glassy pool, little frogs flit about and when you stick your feet off the pier, the most peculiar looking little orange fish suck on your toes and fly around on an unknown mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us retire to the third and final realm, so far at least. This is the most ethereal realm. Let me build this from the ground up: picture a cratered surface, basically the Moonn, it glows a silvery shine that looks as if it could quench the deepest thirst. The craters on this surface are terrariums that contain things that look like tidal pools but contain creatures you have never seen. There, I reside with My Love. We lay here, forever. Death's kiss is not welcome here, only Serenity. Our hands are intertwined, we rule this world. We love this world. This world is ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-3515675691616591850?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3515675691616591850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/creative-writing-favorite-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3515675691616591850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3515675691616591850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/creative-writing-favorite-place.html' title='Creative Writing: Favorite Place'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-8072542220086753581</id><published>2009-12-02T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:34:06.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Hearted</title><content type='html'>Sure, I'll break your heart today&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saving you your tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't waste your time. &lt;br /&gt;Honey, it ain't gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say, "I'm sorry,".&lt;br /&gt;Or don't.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;I am the parasite. &lt;br /&gt;You will go down&lt;br /&gt;And I will move on&lt;br /&gt;The sole survivor of our age old affair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-8072542220086753581?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8072542220086753581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-hearted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8072542220086753581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8072542220086753581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-hearted.html' title='Broken Hearted'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-5871485705803050258</id><published>2009-12-01T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:25:12.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mind (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>My love and I,&lt;br /&gt; We live on the Moonn.&lt;br /&gt;We wrap ourselves in moonnbeams,&lt;br /&gt; We fill our hairs with stars.&lt;br /&gt;We dance until we cannot,&lt;br /&gt; Time is the unknown Stranger&lt;br /&gt;We care for none,&lt;br /&gt; Save each other.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers, til last&lt;br /&gt; Death's kiss doth remove mine lips from his.&lt;br /&gt;My lover and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-5871485705803050258?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/5871485705803050258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mind-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/5871485705803050258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/5871485705803050258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-mind-part-1.html' title='My Mind (Part 1)'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-4559409421312029966</id><published>2009-10-29T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:19:05.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edgar Allan Poe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annabel Lee'/><title type='text'>My Initial Analysis of Annabel Lee (sans other opinions as well as proper formatting.)</title><content type='html'>The beach or the ocean could be associated with relaxation, young love, and a certain whimsy towards said love. Young love is often all consuming. The initial attraction combined with the infatuation causes the young couple’s thoughts and actions are over-shadowed by their inner passions. In the poem, Poe says, “And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me,” the way that he only mentions her point of view could be indicative of a certain pride in the fact that someone loved him and that their thoughts resided solely on him. His past had been filled with much heartache and rejection from the world (The Baltimore Literary Heritage Project). The idea that someone that he loved, loved him back, was a romance he could not refuse, no matter what the cost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second stanza, he refers to them as ‘children’. Typically, children are representative of innocence, and purity, and un-bridled curiosity towards anything new. “But we loved with a love that was more than love – I and my Annabel Lee,” says Poe. One interpretation would say that though there is a certain child-like element, this love they shared was not mere triviality, it was the love that could crush a thousand men and make a million girls cry. There is much reference to time and age, in Annabel Lee, as would indicate its relation to their love as well as the people themselves. Night and adults are depicted as being the enemy and eventual destroyer of the entire relationship. In the beginning of the second stanza, Poe states that ‘..the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me,” and later, after Annabel Lee is taken from him, he says, “The angels, not half do happy in heaven, Went envying her and me,”. Seraphs are child angels, and this again points to the metaphoric age difference between them and the rest of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also notes that his love was stolen away by her older, whether this be figurative or not is up for debate, ‘kinsman’. It says he came, “And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulcher,” Also up for debate is if this is figurative for an unwanted marriage or for literal death. Either way, her death is described as a cold event. Perhaps her love had ebbed and she moved on, or perhaps she caught a nasty illness and her cold corpse was all that remained of their once love. &lt;br /&gt;The poem ends by saying that no matter what other people, who may or may not know what they are talking about, say, and any supernatural being, good or nefarious, “can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.” Poe goes on to boldly state that not a night goes by that he does not think or dream of her as he lays by her tomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-4559409421312029966?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4559409421312029966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-initial-analysis-of-annabel-lee-sans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4559409421312029966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4559409421312029966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-initial-analysis-of-annabel-lee-sans.html' title='My Initial Analysis of Annabel Lee (sans other opinions as well as proper formatting.)'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-8726140175267169738</id><published>2009-10-19T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:32:21.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ozymandias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='percy bysshe shelley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>Ozymandias</title><content type='html'>Ozymandias&lt;br /&gt;    by Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a traveler from an antique land&lt;br /&gt;Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,&lt;br /&gt;Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,&lt;br /&gt;And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,&lt;br /&gt;Tell that its sculptor well those passions read&lt;br /&gt;Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,&lt;br /&gt;The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;&lt;br /&gt;And on the pedestal these words appear:&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:&lt;br /&gt;Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”&lt;br /&gt;Nothing beside remains. Round the decay&lt;br /&gt;Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare&lt;br /&gt;The lone and level sands stretch far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as humans, tend to fancy ourselves as great and important beings. This is out nature. Most learn that while we are important, we can only accomplish what the Lord allows. Ozymandias is a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley that narrates the tale of a king who had not learned this and what became of his self-importance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that the choice of the word 'antique' in this poem is interesting. When I see this, I think of an antique land as maybe being a long-forgotten, and thus romanticized, place. The history of this place would be so old that it was barely remembered. The policies, rulers, people, and practices of this place could only be mere speculation. The work of, most likely, thousands of people, obsolete.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along side the pride of the people, is the pride of their ruler. The king, Ozymandias, is described as how the typical villain/ruler is: proud, cruel, and in the end, inconsequential to the fate of the world. It would almost appear naturalistic, the way that the narrator portrays that the desert has taken over what was once a great and mighty statue of a self-declared hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pride of this man is probably what ended him. Whether it be by the revolt of the people or that mind set that he was invincible and impervious to the forces of nature and time. The Bible does say that pride comes before a fall, and God is not one to flake on His promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-8726140175267169738?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8726140175267169738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/ozymandias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8726140175267169738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8726140175267169738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/ozymandias.html' title='Ozymandias'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-4336374166662889562</id><published>2009-10-19T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:56:37.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Objective Whining.... Writing!</title><content type='html'>I am pretty much dry out of writing regarding social issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked amongst my FBook friends, and I got that I should talk about prestidigitation (sleight of hand). I am not too proud to admit that I did, in fact, have to Google it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy this very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of sleight of hand, I think of con men. You know, watch the red lady... This also makes me think of street urchins in Victorian London. Gorgeously grey and grimey streets that were littered with pick-pocketing children. I have always wanted to be a pick-pocket. (You should know that I fantasize about many an odd thing that I would never actually do). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skill required to slip something out of someones pocket without them noticing is tremendous. And if you are going to be any sort of thief, this would be it. It's like being a sniper, you do the job with out getting caught or seen. You can usually get away before anyone sees you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot stress enough that I sometimes blog about stuff that is merely something I find interesting. THIS DOES NOT MEAN I DO THEM! Just for you kids out there who would like to tell someone. The only thing you should be telling people is how gnome-tastic this blog is, and how incomplete their life is without reading it :). So go. NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-4336374166662889562?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4336374166662889562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/objective-whining-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4336374166662889562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4336374166662889562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/objective-whining-writing.html' title='Objective Whining.... Writing!'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-3045096771494612823</id><published>2009-10-19T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:34:16.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying together for the kids...</title><content type='html'>I miss the days when being friends with the opposite sex wasn't so territorially political. Now, that relationship is affected by who is dating whom, social status, and other friends... I do not understand why I can only talk to some people in private, or when we are around mutual friends. I am not certain when or if things can ever get better. I can cope for now, but will I break? Has there ever em a solution? Will there ever be? No system is perfect, but some get closer than others. Schooling both interferes with this situation and helps it. I largely feel the hindrance more than the growth, this is not biased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I can blame this on 'outside' forces, it is more than likely the fault is my own. I think I tend to sabotage relationships, subconsciously. I do not know if this is due to personal fears, or because I know that unless the afore mentioned forces are banished, it will, in time, fail. I believe the term is 'fear of commitment'. This is generally coupled with couples but all relationships require some form of commitment. Basic bonds are easy, but with opposite genders, you are agreeing to be friends in spite of romantic choices and/or feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be further discussed at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, &lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-3045096771494612823?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/3045096771494612823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/staying-together-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3045096771494612823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/3045096771494612823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/staying-together-for-kids.html' title='Staying together for the kids...'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-4291296014634192969</id><published>2009-10-08T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:41:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to blog, what to blog...</title><content type='html'>Well, I have not stolen a few minutes of your time in a while. It has been a little stressful lately. I honestly do not understand how teenagers are supposed to juggle homework, parents, friends, abstaining from sex, drugs, alcohol etc. We all know it happens, even at Christian schools. Some things I understand, like projects and math homework, other stuff, is just absurd. Some of us have a harder time than others. As an introvert, I have a harder time with the whole functioning thing. I know I am not the only one, lots of students just want to take a nap by the time they get home. I don't know. I struggle with actually saying saying something to a person of authority, because I think things will eventually balance out. Unfortunately, I tend to wait too long for things like this, but I guess we shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I am pretty excited to hang out with the whole gang tomorrow. It can be difficult to organize everyone and talk to them all the time. I think we will be studying and maybe watch a movie. :OP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-4291296014634192969?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/4291296014634192969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-to-blog-what-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4291296014634192969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/4291296014634192969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-to-blog-what-to-blog.html' title='What to blog, what to blog...'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-135742100196750252</id><published>2009-09-27T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:32:20.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='henry lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j cap'/><title type='text'>Art Critique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.sfweekly.com/shookdown/Lewis-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; 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I chose to revise ‘J Cap’ by Henry Lewis. It is a black and white profile portrait of a soldier in the rain, done in watercolor and gouache. The stark contrast of the blacks, whites, and variations in between add a distinct mood to the overall picture. I decided that it would be different to do mostly black and white with a few red and blue accents. I also lifted some of the shadows so I could add some more details to the face and helmet. In the original, there is more of the back of the helmet shown. I wanted more attention on the face and its features, so I altered the cut-off line on the back of the head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Description &amp;amp; Analysis&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The piece includes the focal piece of a soldier’s face, a metal helmet, and hair that is flowing in the breeze. The helmet contains many features: there is some sort of trumpet on the top, a child’s hand with a cross on its wrist, an angel’s wing, scroll work in several places, and an inscription on the back half of the helmet. The top of the face includes many different value changes, the eye has some highlights that contour the shape of the eye as well as display the white of the eye. Because you can see more of the eye whites, it is apparent that the subject has his eye turned towards the viewer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The brim of the helmet shadows the forehead and nose bridge varying from very dark black to a lighter gray. On the side of the helmet there is a curved row of white circles that progressively get smaller from left to right surrounding the scrollwork. The tones in this picture were mostly well developed but could most definitely have been better. It is evident that less time was spent on the lower and less detailed half of the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interpretation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the direction of the eye, the stubble on the face, the hand on the helmet, and the cross on the wrist of the hand, I would conclude that the soldier is not of a realm in any of our history. Originally, I thought maybe he was a Roman soldier, but due to the fact that the details are much too beautifully done, I would say it is more of a variation of a Greek or Roman god. I would also say that the soldier had not started out with such a bleak outlook, but it was gained out of necessity and that he was good at his job, but did not enjoy it. I take from the stubble that he was in the heat of a battle and appearance was the least of his concern. Because only some of his hair is in ringlets, he was probably sweaty and mangy. I would assume that the back of his hair had not met any sort of comb in a few weeks and that the front of his hair was really sweaty. He looks almost boyish through his hard exterior, there just seems to be a sort of curiosity in the eye that is directed at the viewer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judgment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;This piece of art is successful on the basis that the elements and principles are well developed and there is a specific mood that is captured by details that come together without you realizing they are forming a story in your mind. Though some of the values and some details could have been worked on a little bit more, the over all effect is quite pleasing to the art aesthetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-135742100196750252?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/135742100196750252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-critique.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/135742100196750252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/135742100196750252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/art-critique.html' title='Art Critique'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/Sr-8B5G4-oI/AAAAAAAAABg/a4yVJ6NrWbQ/s72-c/Photo+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-2094208179247656365</id><published>2009-09-25T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:52:55.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Coolness vs. Urban Awkwardness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lately I have noticed how much I fit into the urban/artsy scene. I am also realizing that as much as I fit in anywhere, other people seem to belong more than I do. I haven't ever been the sort to stick to one sort of people, black kids, white kids, nerds, artsy folks, musical/band people, jocks, emos, goths.. I like them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my group of friends, there are two or three groups.&lt;br /&gt; The kids who do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of the musical stuff like multiple choirs the plays etc etc. These are the 'good kids'. Obviously in a non-offensive way, or I would not like them. These are the kids you want to hate, but you can't, they are just too adorable and nice. The ones who will be nice on the first day of school to the end of your time together. The ones who are genuinely kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the urban/ artsy types. These are the kids who will be in art classes every year. They do photography, watercolors, acrylics, graphite whatever. They do it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you compare their spiritual walk types, you will see how they blend as well as contrast. The musical types are more likely to sing or talk about God. And Gos as a personal friend or Father. The artsy types will show you God. Either through nature or the highlight on a face or something that pulls at the core of your being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are equally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should say, before you read the next part that I am still on my journey to finding who I am, it may sound like there are angry undertones, but I am really just trying to organize my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I wish I cold be like the happy-go-lucky musical kids, always smiling and talking about God's love and promises. You know the ones, they just seem lit from the inside out. On the inside, I know I can never be like this. My personality just will not allow me to be positive all the time. I don't know if I need the balance or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I envy the artsy types. They do not concern themselves with perfecting stuff, they see the beauty in the imperfect and grimy. They are definitely willing to throw an arm around you and let you know that you are loved and that they know what it's like. It is mostly easier to believe them when they say things like that more than it is the good types, because it is hard to imagine some people as having ever struggled for anything but grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to make PERFECTLY CLEAR that no one group is better than the other, they are just different. And often times, they are friends. It's just how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself slipping into the mode that my best will never be good enough. That as hard as I try and as good as I think something of mine is, I see someone else's project or paper or whatever and I am still just a few points behind. I am certain that it is my Adversary out to get me, but I know we've all reached the point that just knowing isn't good enough: we need something with substance. The only metaphor I can come up with is that I am underwater breathing through a straw, whilst everyone else is hooked up to oxygen machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will get better, they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: A cricket that got stuck under my dryer, I finally had enough and took the poor fellow outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: As I Lay Dying, still. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-2094208179247656365?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2094208179247656365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/urban-coolness-vs-urban-awkwardness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2094208179247656365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2094208179247656365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/urban-coolness-vs-urban-awkwardness.html' title='Urban Coolness vs. Urban Awkwardness'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-7441976227665869891</id><published>2009-09-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:23:44.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AtomicDestruction and Dancing Bananas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I do not know why I have this problem, but I guess I do: people that don't have friends, for a good reason, seem to stick to me like whipped egg to epidermis. As it happens, I do not trust people, but people seem to trust me. I do not understand, I guess people mistake the fact that I make a lot of jokes for being friendly. If you look closely, you will realize that it is a classic case of deflection. I guess due to the selfish nature of humans, we want to believe that people like us more than they actually do. Maybe we need it as a confidence booster, maybe we need something that we think is stable, when all it really is, is just basic psychology and a 3/4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the way done game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jenga&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it's just my sanity. Obviously we all have some sort of need: some need to belong, some need to be different, some need to be hermits. Whatever we do, we do it for Them. You know the ones, we all have people we secretly want to impress. We idolize and romanticize them, we see no flaws, and any we do see, we justify for them. You've heard the saying, "Where there's a will, there's a way,"? Yeah, I have one too, "Where there's no will, there's no will,". I usually use this to describe waking up in the morning to go to school, but when you want something to be true, you can manage to trick yourself into thinking that it is. Like the women who want children so badly that their bodies start to think that they actually are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preggers&lt;/span&gt;. It's a real thing. It is also called the power of suggestion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Someone says, "You look kinda sick,". All of a sudden, "You know, you're right. I do feel a little ill,". Soon, "Oh, man! Someone get this kid a bucket! He's gonna blow chunks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think what you will, please form your own opinions, I know you have them. This is an Opinion Safe zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: I Think I'm Paranoid by Garbage, Steppin' Out by Manafest, and Step Up (I'm on It) by Maylene and the Sons of Disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: As I Lay Dying by W. Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing: More homework than you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current likes: "You are like a big truck," - Sra. H. And my girlfriend, Ethan :) (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you are the kid who was wearing purple boxers in Mr. B's Bible 10 class that had dancing bananas on them, they are cool, but does EVERYONE need to see them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-7441976227665869891?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7441976227665869891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/atomicdestruction-and-dancing-bananas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7441976227665869891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7441976227665869891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/atomicdestruction-and-dancing-bananas.html' title='AtomicDestruction and Dancing Bananas.'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-7954186445167176510</id><published>2009-09-22T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:41:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Come oooon! I need people! I need models and I need photographers. If you can do both, I will bring you hugs. If I can get 5 more people, I will get Steph Hsu to make cookies (I will pay her, obviously, how else would I get anything done??) Come ooon. I dont care if I know you well or not, I need you, your body, and your camera THERE! You can bring in your own models, if you like. Whatevs. Do it. You're on a mission from God. I swear, it'll be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-7954186445167176510?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/7954186445167176510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7954186445167176510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/7954186445167176510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/photoshoot.html' title='Photoshoot'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-8192743907564912006</id><published>2009-09-15T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:29:03.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faeries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jessy Ribordy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Descriptive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling Up'/><title type='text'>Jessy Ribordy and Space Faeries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have always heard people talking about their favorite albums. It seems to me that their favorite changes from week to week. I do not understand. I, myself, have a few bands that I listen to that I know that if I buy their album, I will not be disappointed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling Up &lt;/span&gt;is one of these. There is just something about Jessy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ethereal&lt;/span&gt; voice that connects on a deeper level, and weaves in and out of the melodies and harmonies in a manner that is.. simply put, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. When I listen to their music, I  really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;. I unconsciously stop whatever I am doing and listen or sing. It's unstoppable.Listening to Falling Up is like entering a world of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adventure, romance, nonsense&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;space faeries&lt;/span&gt;, I would imagine. When I listen, I feel enveloped in a cloak of the night sky, which sparkles with a million stars. I imagine a dress, red with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blood of a thousand soldiers&lt;/span&gt;, fighting for their cause. I imagine the gods of mythology coming to life once again in tales so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consuming&lt;/span&gt;, you don't want to go back to reality. In any of their songs, there is always a sense of belonging, acceptance. I think sometimes we lose ourselves in the superficiality of the music, and forget what makes it truly unique. When I listen to music, I try to imagine what it would be life if it was personified. I can usually pin-point a specific character in my mind,listening to  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Falling Up&lt;/span&gt;, I see men with roman noses, women with hair that reaches to the depths of the sea, I see a child's innocence being stolen in the night. For me, Falling Up is more that just a band, it is a world that is full of every possibility, hope, dream, love, battle, and conundrum you could ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-8192743907564912006?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8192743907564912006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/jessy-ribordy-and-space-faeries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8192743907564912006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8192743907564912006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/jessy-ribordy-and-space-faeries.html' title='Jessy Ribordy and Space Faeries.'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-8317335008410002844</id><published>2009-09-13T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:56:45.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #3:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Tomorrow I will be dressing up like Alice Cullen, and I am not gonna lie, I am stoked! Actually, I should be researching some stuff for that, but it can wait. I've been trying to figure out why she is my favorite character. So far, I have thought of these reasons:&lt;br /&gt; She is in a relationship with Jasper. He is both hot and studious. He is less possessive than Edward, and not as showy as Emmett. He is also calm and rational. His view of the world is much like my own, believes there is good in people, but that there is also much evil. She has a very cool look. Victorian mixed with modern interwoven as a nice accent. Very indicative of her life, I think. That's all I really have so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have not much else to talk about. Oh, I have The Plague, if that counts as a topic. The germ infested kids at school gave it to me as an early Christmas present, I think. I never got sick before I started going to school like this. I really think it is wrong. Did you know that the entire system is based on communistic beliefs? Yep, get the children away from their parents/ homes so that you can teach them what you want, without interference. Doesn't that just make you want to say, "Bye, Honey! Have a great first day of the rest of your mentally skewed life!"? I might be a bit cynical right now, it's the Sickness talking, I swear. It's been like this all day. The maturity towards which I have worked long and hard, is gone. Not forever, just for today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta luego.&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Phantom Limb by the Shins and John Orr the Arsonist by And Then There Were None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reading them books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-8317335008410002844?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/8317335008410002844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/journal-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8317335008410002844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/8317335008410002844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/journal-3.html' title='Journal #3:'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-40332162692760057</id><published>2009-09-13T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:15:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal #1: Faceless Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Hm. I am supposed to write three journals a week for English class. I am not certain what to do. I only write when I have something to say. I'm not one of those girls who go home and scribble furiously about their latest crush, who was being a female dog at school. It seems to me that if you want to write something down, why not say something meaningful? Or at least not whiny. When I write, I like to think that somewhere along the timeline, someone will read my musings and say nice things about it like, "Wow, this chick is deep!" or more meaningful like, "It's like she sees y problems and delves into the heart if them." This is the legacy I wish to leave. Maybe I am a little young to be thinking about death, but maybe not. If we don't know when we go, is it ever really too early? I think not, why live frivolously, when I can live as I please, for the most part, and leave people with something about which to think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the same lines, going into public places troubles me. As I look upon the masses of young people, all I see is the same thing. Same clothes, same hair, same tan... Obviously, no one is completely original, but I think it is the subtle variations that make us us. I am trying to make this understandable. Based on the theory that how you dress expresses yourself, then if you dress like everyone else, what is it that you are saying? I know that I probably dress much like the urban demographic. I realize this. I think the part that makes it interesting is what I choose to do with it. I see kids wearing Aero, or Abercrombie, or AE and I just have to wonder who THEY are. I see none of them in their labeled tee shirts and name brand jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel, think of it what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Lovedrug's album Sucker Punched and Queens of the Stone Age's Lullabies to Paralyze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still reading the same books I was yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-40332162692760057?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/40332162692760057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/journal-1-faceless-legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/40332162692760057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/40332162692760057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/journal-1-faceless-legacy.html' title='Journal #1: Faceless Legacy'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-43116220753841466</id><published>2009-09-12T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:15:36.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rockstardom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have never had the relationship with my dad that some people do, you know the ones. They go on dates with each other, they hang out etc etc.. Its just never been me. Recently God has been teaching me that I can rely on Him to be all that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, my pastor was talking about the attributes of God that are awesome (in more the literal sense). It got me to thinking, as many times as I have wished that my dad could see my performances, God is always there. He is there for when I do something publicly and when I do things like sing to Ben Dog. He is always there to smile when I do something silly, to pick me up when I feel like crap, to remind me to hold my tongue, to hold my hand when I feel alone, and He is there for so much more than I realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for this week is to see His presence everywhere and to appreciate what I have. I don't know if you set personal goals, but I do. Maybe not on a regular basis, but I do. I really hope to focus (praying really, because if you know me, you know I can't focus by my own strength) on the afore mentioned things as well as focusing on incessant prayer. I hope, dear Reader, that your week goes well and your walk with God grows stronger daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to: Children 18:3's self-titled album, I strongly recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading: As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner, The Hunchback of Notre Dame by ...someone and Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at: Polyvore (you can look me up, I'm under RedPyrat there as well), and art by Natalia Fabia, Mark Ryden, and a guy who has a painting called 'J Cap'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-43116220753841466?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/43116220753841466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/rockstardom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/43116220753841466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/43116220753841466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/09/rockstardom.html' title='Rockstardom'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-1537796146841751396</id><published>2009-08-21T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:49:15.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More info for the Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aloha, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I need the people who are modeling to post a clear head shot of themselves somewhere and let me know. This will help me asses what colours I need to buy. Also, if you could let me know colours that you wear often or think look good on you, that would help. MAKE SURE THAT WHEN YOU TAKE THE PICTURE&lt; YOU ARE WEARING NO, yes, NO MAKEUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am thinking that we will do everything sometime over Christmas break. That way there is no homework or school to deal with. I realize this may be difficult to get around family functions, but we can figure it out eventually. If all else fails, we can do it later, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... If you have any questions, contact me somehow.. Facebook or Twitter or email.. Whatevah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-1537796146841751396?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/1537796146841751396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-info-for-shoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/1537796146841751396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/1537796146841751396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-info-for-shoot.html' title='More info for the Shoot'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-987585352476524083</id><published>2009-08-20T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:04:19.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To people who want to model for my shoot</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post a 'wishlist' on here. This is not mandatory, but I would really really appreciate it, if you guys could find these somewhere and purchase them, that would be great. I am willing to either buy them back later, or after the shoot you can just take them home. I wouldn't ask but make-up is not cheap, and each person will have different colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot, any make-up you already own would be great. It is more sanitary if you can bring your own mascara and foundation especially. Any brushes, eyeshadows, blushes.. anything, take pictures and post them on Facebook or send them via email (tonysgirl4@aol.com) so I can catalogue what will be there and return it to you when the shoot is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban Decay (quality, but more expensive) Also, the items listed are not for a specific color... If you need help, just ask: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(214, 197, 249);" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="550"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#d6c5f9"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com/img/email/hdr_fwdFriend.gif" /&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;             &lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="550"&gt;                 &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                     &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;                     &lt;div style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Hi, Liz Temple sent you this wishlist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;/tr&gt;                 &lt;tr&gt;                     &lt;td colspan="2" align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Product:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                     &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; 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                        &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/HeavyMetalGlitterEyeliner/AirGuitarGlitterLiner.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/style/small/61340.jpg" alt="Heavy Metal Glitter Eyeliner (Air Guitar)" title="Heavy Metal Glitter Eyeliner (Air Guitar)" align="left" border="0" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/HeavyMetalGlitterEyeliner/AirGuitarGlitterLiner.cfm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heavy Metal Glitter Eyeliner (Air Guitar)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       blue&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$18.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/HeavyMetalGlitterEyeliner/AirGuitarGlitterLiner.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/btn_buyIt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/EyeshadowPrimerPotion/NewPrimerPotion.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/style/small/73200.jpg" alt="Eyeshadow Primer Potion (Original)" title="Eyeshadow Primer Potion (Original)" align="left" border="0" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/EyeshadowPrimerPotion/NewPrimerPotion.cfm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eyeshadow Primer Potion (Original)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       nude – dries invisibly&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$17.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/EyeshadowPrimerPotion/NewPrimerPotion.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/btn_buyIt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/lipenvy/EnviousLipEnvy.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/style/small/1118.jpg" alt="Lip Envy  (Envious)" title="Lip Envy  (Envious)" align="left" border="0" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/lipenvy/EnviousLipEnvy.cfm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lip Envy  (Envious)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       sheer medium pink&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$17.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/lipenvy/EnviousLipEnvy.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/btn_buyIt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/CleanandSober/Clear.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/style/small/1165.jpg" alt="Clean and Sober (Clear)" title="Clean and Sober (Clear)" align="left" border="0" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/CleanandSober/Clear.cfm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clean and Sober (Clear)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       cleanser&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$18.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/CleanandSober/Clear.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/btn_buyIt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/MatteEyeshadow/ABCGumMatte.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/style/small/36880.jpg" alt="Matte Eyeshadow (ABC Gum)" title="Matte Eyeshadow (ABC Gum)" align="left" border="0" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/MatteEyeshadow/ABCGumMatte.cfm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matte Eyeshadow (ABC Gum)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       pale peach&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$16.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/MatteEyeshadow/ABCGumMatte.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/btn_buyIt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/Lipstick/5150Lipstick.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/style/small/26560.jpg" alt="Lipstick (5150)" title="Lipstick (5150)" align="left" border="0" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/Lipstick/5150Lipstick.cfm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lipstick (5150)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       deep coral &lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$22.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/Lipstick/5150Lipstick.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/btn_buyIt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                                          &lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/247Concealer/CIAConcealer.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/style/small/69150.jpg" alt="24/7 Concealer (CIA)" title="24/7 Concealer (CIA)" align="left" border="0" width="32" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/247Concealer/CIAConcealer.cfm"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24/7 Concealer (CIA)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                       light&lt;/td&gt;                             &lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;$17.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.urbandecay.com/products/247Concealer/CIAConcealer.cfm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com//img/btn_buyIt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;                              &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loreal (more available, decent quality, cheaper) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HiP eyeshadow duos in Flashy and Flambouyant (7.99 at drugstore.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drugstore.com:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table name="tblOrderItems" id="tblOrderItems" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="ProductBannerRow"&gt;&lt;td class="ProductBannerTitle" colspan="5" bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="TblCartItemsHeader"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Total&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img title="Eco Tools 6 Piece Brush Set" src="http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.Drugstore.com/prodimg/215801/50.JPG" alt="Eco Tools 6 Piece Brush Set" border="0" height="50" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdName_OTC" name="tdPrdName_OTC" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eco Tools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drugstore.com/products/prod.asp?pid=215801&amp;amp;catid=10294&amp;amp;trx=CRT-PLST&amp;amp;trxp1=17008&amp;amp;trxp2=215801"&gt;6 Piece Brush Set - 1 set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="xsmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdQty_OTC" name="tdPrdQty_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdSavings_OTC" name="tdPrdSavings_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdPrice_OTC" name="tdPrdPrice_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;$12.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="5" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(242, 242, 244); margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" class="xxsmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img title="Maybelline Expert Tools Lip Brush" src="http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.Drugstore.com/prodimg/194132/50.jpg" alt="Maybelline Expert Tools Lip Brush" border="0" height="50" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdName_OTC" name="tdPrdName_OTC" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybelline Expert Tools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drugstore.com/products/prod.asp?pid=194132&amp;amp;catid=10294&amp;amp;trx=CRT-PLST&amp;amp;trxp1=17008&amp;amp;trxp2=194132"&gt;Lip Brush &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="xsmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdQty_OTC" name="tdPrdQty_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdSavings_OTC" name="tdPrdSavings_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdPrice_OTC" name="tdPrdPrice_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;$5.69&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="5" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(242, 242, 244); margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" class="xxsmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img title="Andrea Perma-Lash Flair, Medium Black" src="http://a1468.g.akamai.net/f/1468/580/1d/pics.Drugstore.com/prodimg/146383/50.jpg" alt="Andrea Perma-Lash Flair, Medium Black" border="0" height="50" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="50" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdName_OTC" name="tdPrdName_OTC" align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andrea Perma-Lash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drugstore.com/products/prod.asp?pid=146383&amp;amp;catid=98583&amp;amp;trx=CRT-PLST&amp;amp;trxp1=17008&amp;amp;trxp2=146383"&gt;Flair, Medium Black - 56 ea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="xsmall"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdQty_OTC" name="tdPrdQty_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdSavings_OTC" name="tdPrdSavings_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td id="tdPrdPrice_OTC" name="tdPrdPrice_OTC" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="price"&gt;$3.29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might add more later.. Please please PLEASE let me know what you have, it will cut down on expenses and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urban Decay is having a sale:&lt;img src="http://www.urbandecay.com/img/product/big/287.jpg" alt="Foreshadow Palette" title="Foreshadow Palette" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:subDisp('/colorGuarantee.cfm?dt=pop','colorGuarantee','width=460,height=300,resizable=yes,scrollbars=yes,status=no');"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;div id="productName"&gt;Foreshadow Palette&lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;Our Foreshadow Palette combines our best-selling Eyeshadows PLUS a travel size purple Eyeshadow brush (cruelty-free of course!) all in one slim case. Our gorgeous Palette is wrapped in luxe purple faux suede, and features a window of irresistibly touchable metal mesh. All four shades are designed to work together, giving you the option to create seductive smoky eyes, or a look that is soft and natural. The Exclusive Foreshadow Palette flips open to reveal a generously-sized mirror framed by funky graphics, and stays shut tight with a magnetic closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                         &lt;div id="priceRange"&gt;         &lt;table&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;           &lt;td&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(40, 2, 103);"&gt;Price:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="priceText"&gt;$13.99&lt;/span&gt;                       &lt;/td&gt;          &lt;/tr&gt;         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-987585352476524083?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/987585352476524083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-people-who-want-to-model-for-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/987585352476524083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/987585352476524083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-people-who-want-to-model-for-my.html' title='To people who want to model for my shoot'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-2669077453949819090</id><published>2009-08-19T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:47:01.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo shoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='models needed'/><title type='text'>Winter Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hey Bloggosphere and people who claim me as a friend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This winter I want to do a photo shoot.. I do not have an exact date, because I want to do it when there is snow. It will entail make up and clothing. The shoot will take place at my house and I want you to bring any dresses, rocker style, or silly clothing you have (All clothes will need to be pre-approved). If you have too few to no items, we can schedule a shopping day where you will be buying a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you can keep the clothes b. I am mostly just a broke student, work with me people. I will try to let you know a week or so in advance; however, I cannot make it snow, so the date may be post-poned, let me know how flexible your schedule is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to any clothes you bring, make-up would also be appreciated, especially foundations. It will be easier for me to keep the paraphernalia clean and sanitary, it will also be more cost effective. And like the clothing, the make-up also needs to be pre-approved, just so I can make sure that any additional colours I might need can be purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that you will let me know soon if you want to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Guys, don't be shy, I can take photos of you as well, so long as you don't mind a little make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I am willing to give you a copy of up to 3 of the photos you are featured in. After that, I will get you extra prints, but I will charge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. (This is getting quite ridiculous) If you have any friends who want to be in the shoot, let me know. I probably won't have a problem with it. I will say that before you ask them, send me their picture for.. permission, I guess. I would prefer to give the ok before you tell them so that if I say no, they don't get their feelings hurt or something. As long as it is ok with their parental unit  to come to my house etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, make sure they are ok with having their picture taken, some people are squeamish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-2669077453949819090?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2669077453949819090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/winter-photoshoot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2669077453949819090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2669077453949819090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/winter-photoshoot.html' title='Winter Photoshoot'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6774849921479295525.post-2146364104439145751</id><published>2009-08-15T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:57:50.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narcolepsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conservative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>Narcolepsy and the Conservative American</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Mayo Clinic defines narcolepsy as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People with narcolepsy often find it difficult to stay awake for long periods of time, regardless of the circumstances. Narcolepsy can cause serious disruptions in your daily routine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Unfortunately, but understandably, people are the same way with politics. I am not trying to judge, honestly. As a student, I get that there are certain things that no matter how important you may know something to be, you just cannot get fired up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this, but there are certain things that cannot be ignored. Most people know who Hitler and Stalin are. There are a few, savvy folks who even know who Carl Marx is. These are the people who should also figure out that President Obama is leading us down this same path to Nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6774849921479295525-2146364104439145751?l=redpyrat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/feeds/2146364104439145751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/narcolepsy-and-conservative-american.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2146364104439145751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6774849921479295525/posts/default/2146364104439145751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redpyrat.blogspot.com/2009/08/narcolepsy-and-conservative-american.html' title='Narcolepsy and the Conservative American'/><author><name>RedPyrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08990995236045811447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mgtVHVeSd_U/SxXDsecsAmI/AAAAAAAAACM/iDKOxeCwaAk/S220/edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
