<?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-6475461040067615601</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:15:00.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiate His Power&amp;Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-5548841041248181032</id><published>2009-02-08T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:53:23.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Well, Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Holy crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;how long has it been? oops. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;well, things are different, AGAIN. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jon Alba = out of the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alex= out of the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who's in the picture? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;STILL LOVE ANBERLIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;b) ANBERLIN ROCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;c) YAY ANBERLIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;haha seriously now, I love SP, of course. They're having a contest to go on tour with them for a week and if I don't go, I'll be really really sad. They need to know how much I relate to them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sexy Heroes has come SO far from when I first met them and they rock soooo hard! I saw them tonight, and it was so much fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;IM DORMING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I know, can you believe it? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Im seeing Honor Society next weekend...Jonas maybe?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Im seeing Sexy Heroes again the 20th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Im seeing There For Tomorrow/The Cab/We The Kings/The Maine March 7th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm going to Florida in May to see my grandparents, Tiffy!!!! and Jorge! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to see Anberlin with Jorge so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I want to Anberlin again period haha :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm going to the gym in hopes of being thinner by the time I get to FL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yoshi still rocks your face xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;God is so freaking amazing and He doesn't stop making me smile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love my life. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-5548841041248181032?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/5548841041248181032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=5548841041248181032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/5548841041248181032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/5548841041248181032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-well-well.html' title='Well, Well, Well'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-4065233540643628950</id><published>2008-11-30T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:30:25.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bad!</title><content type='html'>its been FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;let me read my other posts and see where I left off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes, i still LOVE LOVE LOVE Anberlin :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm over my crush on Alex. Its all on Jon Alba.. again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot wait until school is over!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting better in the sound production class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving was good; family&amp;amp;lots of food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've seen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; a total number of 5 times in one week, 3 times the day it came out. And I'm seeing it tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;School needs to end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting so sick of it!!! I had 2 tests and one presentation on Monday. I was like o_O. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; I passed my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stats&lt;/span&gt; test. or else I have to retake the class :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue updating this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------December 3rd, 2008. 1:22AM EdIt-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for completely cutting off last time. I got into a really good discussion. Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sound production teacher assigned the last project today...oh goodness, I dont even know how to begin. Im afraid. Im afraid. I wish it was December 20th. :( I believe in myself. I CAN DO THIS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, another distraction lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-4065233540643628950?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/4065233540643628950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=4065233540643628950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/4065233540643628950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/4065233540643628950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-bad.html' title='My Bad!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-3105404301937629775</id><published>2008-11-06T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T21:57:28.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Win A Trip to See Anberlin In Concert!"</title><content type='html'>well, isnt that exciting?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pw3m7_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/v_PKcrB1frg/s320/anberlin5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278326165827570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pr1RahI/AAAAAAAAABw/uBaBM7Eguug/s1600-h/anberlin4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pr1RahI/AAAAAAAAABw/uBaBM7Eguug/s320/anberlin4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278324813851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55PoVXMWI/AAAAAAAAABo/VOHk8jnHuWk/s1600-h/anberlin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55PoVXMWI/AAAAAAAAABo/VOHk8jnHuWk/s320/anberlin3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278323874705762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pdh3orI/AAAAAAAAABg/qLrdKypmymo/s1600-h/anberlin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pdh3orI/AAAAAAAAABg/qLrdKypmymo/s320/anberlin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278320974373554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pf8IdQI/AAAAAAAAABY/JD5pBNKWycs/s1600-h/anberlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pf8IdQI/AAAAAAAAABY/JD5pBNKWycs/s320/anberlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264278321621398786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna hear this from me constantly lol "LAST NIGHT WAS AMAZING, THE BAND ROCKED" but you will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; hear this from me again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was the best show I've ever gone to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands before Anberlin, I could have definitely done without. If it weren't for Anberlin being so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn amazing&lt;/span&gt;, I would have said the concert was a bust. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There For Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; was actually the best of the opening three bands. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Straylight Run&lt;/span&gt; I did not enjoy. They were old men, playing random music that did not make sense. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strongly disliked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Scary Kids Scaring Kids&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, are you kidding? First, they WERE scary looking. Second, the music did not go with the rest of the show, it was SO hardcore. Much more hardcore than Anberlin and Anberlin's pretty hard. It was either screaming, or just awkward music. And the guitarist, whose name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chad Crawford&lt;/span&gt;, was so awkward looking, I swore I was going to have nightmares. They were just bad. Then, after waiting seriously forever, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt; took the stage, starting with one of their new songs, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disappear&lt;/span&gt;. Oh My God. After that, I was sold. They are so talented, and played so amazing and the songs were insane good. Im running out of adjectives, seriously. They don't even begin to describe how amazing Anberlin's performance was. I have about 40 pictures on my sidekick, I'm surprised it didn't die. Speaking of dying, I thought I was going to die because of the moshers. But they saw my scared face and backed off haha The concert was insanely amazing. I cant believe how amazing they were. Yes, this even tops the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;. Thats how I know they were seriously incredible. Even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relient K.&lt;/span&gt; Don't get me wrong, they were all AMAZING shows but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anberlin&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/6475461040067615601-5352746110185123261?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/5352746110185123261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=5352746110185123261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/5352746110185123261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/5352746110185123261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-in-shock.html' title='Im In Shock'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SQ55Pw3m7_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/v_PKcrB1frg/s72-c/anberlin5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-2855438423833082967</id><published>2008-10-30T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:49:40.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Crazy For Wanting You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Um, YES.&lt;br /&gt;ugh. &gt;_&lt;  !!!!!!!!! i hate having crushes. its so frustrating. and yet, im only frustrating myself bc i should be patient. Gods like "Becky, are you kidding me? Its been like, 2 weeks." lol I know but are the other chick talks necessary? "yes, bc that means he trusts you enough to talk to you about that." ugh, i guess.. im such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i know. don't need to tell me twice.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, more about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; later. I passed my Tony Edit project! I'm so relieved, I could cry.&lt;br /&gt;I worked so hard on it! I edited on days I didn't even have school! I DESERVE IT! yeah! hard work pays off.. which should be motivation to do better in Jazz History. Failed that midterm. Considering I didn't buy the book tho, and didn't study much, I didn't do bad. He says I can do an extra paper and he'll completely ignore that. So thats fine. And my stats test? HA! Lets not even talk about that crap. Thankfully he drops the lowest grade. God can't make it any easier for me so I refuse to fail the next test.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, Alex liked his gift. I got him a DC belt buckle, a black and white checkered belt, which I fabric colored the white parts green (came out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;awesome)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; and a HUGE DC decal for his car. He put it on his car, &amp;amp; it looks AWESOME. and I walked into work yesterday and he just lifts his shirt and I saw the belt and he looked all excited lol&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;considering its 130am, thats gonna be a little hard lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: JCRU!! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mad excited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepover@MSU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11|1:&lt;br /&gt;8-4: work (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again..&lt;/span&gt;lol)&lt;br /&gt;7: ANBERLIN IN PA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo excited for Anberlin, they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. and Sunday, work from 10-5 then I'm doing homework. FUN FUN. And I actually have to do it, haha. I need to stop being LAZY with that. Sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I leave you with lyrics on whats going on with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come closer now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know your desire is to be desired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Steal a kiss&lt;/span&gt; yet and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;call us friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance is the thief in which you conspire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn and time and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell or tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you?&lt;br /&gt;can't help but entertain these thoughts of us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the past be past&lt;br /&gt;let's start today&lt;br /&gt;letters won't do&lt;br /&gt;i need to see your face&lt;br /&gt;tell me where to meet&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you why we should be&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-2855438423833082967?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/2855438423833082967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=2855438423833082967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/2855438423833082967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/2855438423833082967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/am-i-crazy-for-wanting-you.html' title='Am I Crazy For Wanting You?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-7464125995833010222</id><published>2008-10-22T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:18:54.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend Was Incredible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;I met Relient K.. and got to play Frisbee with Matthew Thiessen.&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in shock and its Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98GU55BoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dBhW8e1HBfY/s1600-h/meandmattt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98GU55BoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dBhW8e1HBfY/s320/meandmattt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260059337924609666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98GthfrVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/D_ZjZ-SOvGM/s1600-h/meandderrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98GthfrVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/D_ZjZ-SOvGM/s320/meandderrick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260059344533171538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98HNYg2mI/AAAAAAAAABA/n69txizsBsg/s1600-h/meandethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98HNYg2mI/AAAAAAAAABA/n69txizsBsg/s320/meandethan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260059353085434466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98HSoqZ2I/AAAAAAAAABI/rv4Oz0FmPNc/s1600-h/meandjohn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98HSoqZ2I/AAAAAAAAABI/rv4Oz0FmPNc/s320/meandjohn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260059354495346530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98INybGxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J4k9JMhANk0/s1600-h/meandmatth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98INybGxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/J4k9JMhANk0/s320/meandmatth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260059370373978898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;br /&gt;I love Relient K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Sometimes it seems&lt;br /&gt;Like all I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Is ask for things&lt;br /&gt;Until I ask too much of you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the way I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;I need to change&lt;br /&gt;But something's got to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-7464125995833010222?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/7464125995833010222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=7464125995833010222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/7464125995833010222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/7464125995833010222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-weekend-was-incredible.html' title='My Weekend Was Incredible'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SP98GU55BoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dBhW8e1HBfY/s72-c/meandmattt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-698444247990960575</id><published>2008-10-14T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:46:10.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And not even that much. I mean, I am but..things make it better.&lt;br /&gt;things such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my dog, Miley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This class makes me want to cry. I mean, I shouldnt be complaining. Im going to college, right? Okay, I can understand that. But, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; having to spend time at a school I don't like. I mean, free time. This class requires you to spend 3-4 hours at a editing station going, "WHAT THE !@#$" Its unfair and yet I feel like I shouldn't be complaining. So I guess thats my cue to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Today was kindof long, still feels like it. I have a test in Marketing tomorrow. Its open book. I want to gather my notes but I'm so tired. And I have to wake up early to shower and do my hair, since Im working tonight with Alex. And since I always look like crap at work, I wanna prove that I can look okay sometimes. lol :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my daygoes smooth tomorrow. I'm going to try to edit and make it perfect so I can be done with this stupid thing. I got 2 out of 10 edits wrong, which means I got 8 right, which is pretty damn good!! but no, I have to fix it. It has to be perfect. So I pray that I can do that tomorrow and get it over with. Not have to deal with it until Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attending Campus Crusade for Christ tomorrow. I'm pretty excited. :] Thats gonna make my day ROCK! compared to the crappy Tuesday I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm crabby. Help me to be in a better mood. Help me to stop being so negative. I love you for letting me think this way and not letting me drown in my selfishness. Let it always be all about you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt; You keep me grounded :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the insight&lt;br /&gt;So I might make&lt;br /&gt;These wrongs right&lt;br /&gt;If and when&lt;br /&gt;There ever is a next time&lt;br /&gt;Cuz &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;failure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is a blessing in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-698444247990960575?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/698444247990960575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=698444247990960575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/698444247990960575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/698444247990960575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/stressed.html' title='Stressed.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-2995909512090815043</id><published>2008-10-14T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:35:31.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Concerts, So Little Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sorry that its been forever since I've updated. I haven't been on a real computer in a long time. Thats what sidekicks+laziness equal. lol :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JH declined the Relient K show. Thats fine. Im going with Alex. Michelle was gonna come with me but she cant. Im super excited. and then on Sunday, I'm attending &lt;a href="http://www.harvest.org/crusades/2008/newyork/"&gt;New York Harvest&lt;/a&gt; and it's funny because Relient K's gonna be there too haha :D I'm so souped for this weekend. And &lt;a href="http://www.radiate08.com/"&gt;Radiate&lt;/a&gt;'s becoming CLOSER!!!! Yay. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my manager is really cool. He's my age, turning 21 next week. He's very easy to get along with. Work is becoming more fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I ended up in Wyckoff, NJ. Its a very nice place, with awesome bagels. ;] My friends came home for Columbus Day Weekend and on Friday, we went to dinner and a movie. It was definitely fun catching up. I miss my girlies&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called MSU today and I was like "um WHY IS NOTHING HAPPENING!?" I've been calling and emailing my advisor like crazy and she does NOT like to answer the phone. I was getting really frustrated. but this guy picked up and I think he said everything was taken care of. I was in the caf and couldnt hear so I'm going to follow up tomorrow, just in case. I can't wait to dorm. I'm terrified/excited. AHH COLLEGE :] lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hm, JCRU is having a costume party thing and idk what I want to be. I was going to be Nick Jonas but I got reprimanded by my friends that thats creepy haha :P So I have no idea what/who I'm going to be. Ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a test in Sound Production today. My dreaded class with my douche-y professor. I hope he likes my work. I worked for 3 hours on it. He better like it!! haha After today, my week gets easier. Tomorrow, I only have 2 1 hour classes. Then I'm going to Campus Crusade for an hour and a few, then a chill day at work from 6 - 11. Then Thursday, I have one class and then I close 4 - 11 with CARLOS! he's fun. lol and I offered to take Friday for Alex, unless he wants to close and then I'll probably end up closing anyway, at the bookfloor. Then Saturday, is RELIENT K!!!! And Sunday is HARVEST 08!!!!!!! I'm sooooo excited. I lo00ooove concerts, they make me so happy :D and Dani just said she'd go see Anberlin with me. YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my friend Jackie, taught me this dance from this band called Honor Society. its so much fun to do! haha &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1eicxBDWes"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to watch the video and learn. The dance is called the Honor Roll. the song is catchy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done I guess lol BYEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No one told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How bad I need You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I somehow arrived&lt;br /&gt;To that conclusion &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want&lt;br /&gt;All You have to offer&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-2995909512090815043?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-911023179453489834</id><published>2008-10-13T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:27:34.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy.</title><content type='html'>haven't been by a computer at all, so haven't had time to update. sit tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need a desperate nap. :| &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is too amazing for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-911023179453489834?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/911023179453489834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-7869826624440010153</id><published>2008-10-08T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:18:53.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will post tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on how awesomely amazing my day went !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my legs hurt so Im gonna lay down and watch Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;and i'm still waiting for things to change&lt;br /&gt;i lay my life before you, and i'm not getting up&lt;br /&gt;Father, how i adore you&lt;br /&gt;those words are not enough&lt;br /&gt;Father, know i love you, and know i am wrong&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please take my life&lt;br /&gt;make me your son"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, and NO CLASS TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-7869826624440010153?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/7869826624440010153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=7869826624440010153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/7869826624440010153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/7869826624440010153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-will-post-tomorrow.html' title='I will post tomorrow'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-8412155062640106081</id><published>2008-10-07T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:31:14.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WISH ME LUCK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow I edit for 3 hours. Lets hope I get this down pack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10|08:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;10:stats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;11:marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;12-3:edit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;4-CL: work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;TEXT ME AND KEEP ME ALIVE!!!&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How bad I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But I somehow arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; To that conclusion all by myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all you have to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; So I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;offer myself&lt;/span&gt; and I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just give until there's nothing else&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love you Lord&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-8412155062640106081?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/8412155062640106081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=8412155062640106081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/8412155062640106081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/8412155062640106081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-me-luck.html' title='WISH ME LUCK!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-6306449915303235796</id><published>2008-10-07T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:18:23.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what the heck made my teacher so douche-y. I can barely stand rude people but this guy, I'm sure he can be a nice guy but MAN, he's a jerk. He doesn't care about ANYTHING you have to say. What student ruined it for the rest of us? What finally drove him over the edge? I have a classmate who took this class maybe 15-20 years ago? and she said he wasn't this douche-y back then. So it really makes me wonder who did what to make him all, "EFF THIS!!" Another classmate, who had him last semester but failed, told me all these horrible things that he said to her and how she complained. She said he doesn't say that much to your face bc the dean has yelled at him before. WELL, DUH! Then don't be a jerk! I'm positively terrified of him. Its a hard class for "intro". He's making us do all these reels and edit them, and on our own time. So I have to book time to do this shiz. and I was told I won't use this in my future. I was like, "great." I was hyperventalating, basically crying, bc I wasn't able to do my homework and edit my reel. Last week, he didnt check. Of course not. But THIS WEEK, of course. And alot of students didn't show up, probably because they didn't edit theirs either. So I booked 3 hours tomorrow so I can do my old homework and the new one. UGH. I hope it comes out good, I'll be breathing better when thats over. I also have a stupid quiz next week. Great. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my other classes are okay. I love Marketing, because I'm actually learning something. &gt;_&lt; Vin should take a teaching lesson from Ms. W. Jeez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know how I always say, "I wish I could repeat high school?" I lied, bc repeating that would mean having to take this guy over and I would never do that, ever. lol =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Am I at the point of no improvement?&lt;br /&gt;What of the death I still dwell in?&lt;br /&gt;I try to excel, but I feel no movement.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate my Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're telling me that there's no hope&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm telling you you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-6306449915303235796?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/6306449915303235796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=6306449915303235796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/6306449915303235796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/6306449915303235796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-5344143673950391492</id><published>2008-10-07T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:01:46.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was reading through my olddd emails</title><content type='html'>Now, these emails are from 2006-2007.  They were between me and this kid named Mikey. I barely remember sending them but I do remember me and him were extremely close. he knew my [ex] friend Jackie from Memorial and he knew my ex-boyfriend too. We started talking online and we were so compatible. He was a year younger than me and a skateboarder. He was hyper like me and was super nice. Some of these emails are like "AHH I MISS U CANT WAIT TO TALK TO YOU AHH" and it felt nice to read that someone would want to talk to me like that. lol i mean, a boy. lol i wonder how he's doing. last email was dated May of 2007 and it didnt "sound" like him in the sense that he wasnt hyper in his emails. I knew that something had to be wrong and there was but we never got around to talk about it. I emailed him today and I doubt he'll email me back. I mean its a year and a half later, right? but who knows? I wonder how he's doing. I want to know if he's happier now. If he's in college. He should be 19 right now. Hm, weird, huh? I felt like I was reading emails between two different people and I had to keep reminding myself that I had written those. I don't remember writing them though! and one of them that i wrote had a dream i definitely don't remember having. so weird o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to go see Relient K!!!!!! I might go, next Saturday. I asked JH but its doubtful he'll go. *shrug* We'll see. Their new CD is good! :]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll Go Back To Before We Met&lt;br /&gt;Can I Erase The Past&lt;br /&gt;Try Harder To Forget&lt;br /&gt;CuzNothing Will Ever Be As Good As Here And Now&lt;br /&gt;Cuz When I Looked Into Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;And You Dared To Stare Right Back&lt;br /&gt;You Should've Said "&lt;strong&gt;Nice To Meet You, I'm Your Other Half&lt;/strong&gt;""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-5344143673950391492?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/5344143673950391492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=5344143673950391492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/5344143673950391492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/5344143673950391492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-reading-through-my-olddd-emails.html' title='I was reading through my olddd emails'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-3160888679491490352</id><published>2008-10-07T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:47:04.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdest Dream Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It made me wake up feeling weird. Then again, it was a weird dream, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had a dream I was going to Spain, with my aunt, uncle and cousins. and JH was there, with like two or three girls. So we're about to go into the airport and I get held back because I found something on the floor, i think? Then we lost JH and the girls and we were texting him and nothing. I decided I hated my glasses. WHY I wore them, I have no idea; I RARELY wear my glasses outside. So I went to the bathroom and changed into my contacts. But then I lost my contacts in my eyes and I somehow ended up wearing my glasses again? But then I found my contacts. I have no idea, it was really weird. Then I went to call Jackie to tell her I was going to Spain, bc thats where the Jonas Brothers were before. And in the end, we didn't end up finding JH, which made me sad. I don't know, it was a weird dream and I woke up feeling awkward. ._.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know what to say about him. I feel like we'd be awesome together, yet I'm so intimidated by him, because he's so good looking, so awesomely christian (which is a good thing), like I feel he's so much better than me. and I think I'm an awesome girl and great girlfriend material. but IDK. Its stupid. I shouldn't feel this way. He's an awesome guy and I'm an awesome girl so whats the problem? I want to get to know him better. But how? I don't want to seem obvious. I know that before, I seemed WAY too obvious. I need to cut that out. Maybe I can tell him, "well, you know, when I met you, I had the BIGGEST crush on you, which is why I acted goofy sometimes." and he'd say "you didnt act goofy haha" lol ugh. Lord, help me!! I've been asking about my solution about him for a long time. Please give me an answer :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm doing awesome. Last night, I read Matthew Chapters 1 + 2. I know it wasnt long but I was really sleepy. After I read them, I wrote in my log. Im going to do this, and not because I feel I have to, but because I want to. I want to know what God is telling me to do. I want to follow His plans. Im excited :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today, one class was canceled and I'm skipping another. I hope the last class won't be as bad as last week.  It'll be a great week and an even greater weekend. I can feel it. Lord, help me to change for the better. Make me stronger. Thank you for EVERYTHING!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm sorry for the person I became.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long for me to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be sure I never become that way again&lt;br /&gt;'cause who I am hates who I've been."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-Edit-*-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy CRAP. Its FREEZING here. I have on a long sleeve, a tshirt and a hoodie and I'm still shivering. and poor Miley is all wrapped under my comforter. Oh man, winters coming -_- :(&lt;br /&gt;AND we don't control the heat lol Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-3160888679491490352?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/3160888679491490352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=3160888679491490352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/3160888679491490352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/3160888679491490352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/weirdest-dream-last-night.html' title='Weirdest Dream Last Night'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-8738531070494214927</id><published>2008-10-06T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:14:39.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 6th, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So last night really touched me. And I'm so glad it happened. My friends and I love the Jonas Brothers. and for a while now, I was feeling really crappy. Why? I don't know. But I was missing something. I was cursing (when I was mad) and I was upset with anything stupid little thing. It was extremely frustrating, being frustrated with every thing. I know how stupid that sounds but whatever. So anyway, my friend Jackie IMs me and says "JoBros are going to be on Extreme Makeover:House Edition" and I said, "really!?" so I turned it on. and from the moment it came on to the moment it was off, I could not stop crying. You know that that show always makes you cry, no matter what. and I never watch this show. but it got to me bad. and thank God it did because it opened my eyes. The little girls talked about how theyre always happy, even though they have to have everything done for them. and that everyone should always look on the bright side. and it mad me evaluate myself. I looked at myself and said, "wait, YOU have legs. YOU have a home and a JOB. YOU can DO THINGS YOURSELF and yet here YOU are COMPLAINING. what is WRONG with you?!" Like I said, I could not stop crying. And I realized how I wasn't leaning on God as much as I should have been, maybe not even at all. My priorities were ALL wrong. Now I;m on the right track, Im not saying I'm perfect because BELIEVE ME, i am far from it. But I;m on the right track. I deleted songs off of my itunes that i recently added with curse words, I started listening to good Christian Rock again, not ashamed of myself. Because last night, I asked God to come back into my heart and forgive my sins, for real. And He did. and it felt absolutely incredible. I missed this. This is me. This is how I belong, with God right by my side, guiding me through life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When I got tired of running from you&lt;br /&gt;I stopped right there to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;There your words they caught my ears&lt;br /&gt;You said, "I miss you son. Come home"&lt;br /&gt;And my sins, they watched me leave&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart I so believed&lt;br /&gt;The love you felt for me was more than&lt;br /&gt;The love I'd wished for all this time&lt;br /&gt;And when the doors were closed&lt;br /&gt;I heard no I told so's&lt;br /&gt;I said the words I knew you knew&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, Oh God I needed you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God all this time I needed you, I needed you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for coming back into my heart. and I'm sorry it took me so long to change. I'm ready to make sure I never become that way again. Lead me into whatever it is you want me to do, my life is in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-8738531070494214927?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/8738531070494214927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=8738531070494214927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/8738531070494214927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/8738531070494214927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-6th-2008.html' title='October 6th, 2008'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475461040067615601.post-4371176273816840060</id><published>2008-01-07T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:44:44.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're in crusade</title><content type='html'>when youu eat four brownies every week at bible study, you're in crusade&lt;br /&gt;when you call up your mom to get cash for the $5 prom you're in crusade&lt;br /&gt;i'll facebook you, will you join my group? superpoke is cool and you'll say we are friends now.&lt;br /&gt;no, i cant leave. i should study. oh, who cares; i'll just go to my friends house&lt;br /&gt;when your highlight of the week is your weekly meeting, you're in crusade&lt;br /&gt;when you decide to DTR with someone you met the day before, you're in crusade&lt;br /&gt;when your staff makes fun of you cause they're not and you're in school, you're in crusade&lt;br /&gt;when your life is so great cause you're attending RADIATE, you're in crusade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words made by: shelby abbott :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i REALLY miss radiate. that video shelby abbott made of his attitude when it ended in '06, he wasn't kidding. -__- =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475461040067615601-4371176273816840060?l=radiater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/feeds/4371176273816840060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475461040067615601&amp;postID=4371176273816840060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/4371176273816840060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475461040067615601/posts/default/4371176273816840060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiater.blogspot.com/2008/01/youre-in-crusade.html' title='you&apos;re in crusade'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00633971657571262611</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJ_Q8n6e4Ko/SOq6h2J4tyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zxp5aVXqVCE/S220/Picture+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
