<?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-4979113035090235866</id><updated>2011-08-19T14:54:35.395-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='music'/><category term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><category term='art'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Theatre'/><category term='God'/><category term='My Geeky Self'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Randomness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4966620661683777817</id><published>2011-08-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T14:54:35.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utyq-WhGXA8/Tk6_bP4ZVBI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bb9ErC6a8Q4/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-19%2Bat%2B2.46.08%2BPM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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Also, I never really post anything here (other than the journal) so you can probably disregard this blog altogether... i don't know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal URL: &lt;a href="http://lovedwhenastranger.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lovedwhenastranger.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1936222115110497706?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1936222115110497706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1936222115110497706' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1936222115110497706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1936222115110497706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-important-message.html' title='VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1243455509675185606</id><published>2009-09-05T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:12:05.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day.</title><content type='html'>I'm visiting the Randall Worleys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're already having great fun!&lt;br /&gt;I love my family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and I got really cute clothes today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1243455509675185606?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1243455509675185606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1243455509675185606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1243455509675185606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1243455509675185606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1751228959313972963</id><published>2009-08-31T11:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:58:20.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Excellent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/Spv-JOS3S0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/n2QsrjjsYdU/s1600-h/Anything+Goes+-+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/Spv-JOS3S0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/n2QsrjjsYdU/s400/Anything+Goes+-+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376170014606314306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening weekend went really well... except that I got sick from the stress levels during Tech week... so I could barely sing on Friday and Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank lots of hot tea with honey, and God gave me a miracle: I made it through all three of my shows this weekend without the complete death of my voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with how Friday went with Blake, since we had never really rehearsed together (I'd been on with Tommy during tech week).&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon was a fun show... even if it wasn't quite as good as opening... I seem to have more fun with Tommy (maybe because he pays a little bit more attention to me on stage?). hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon was odd. When Blake and I kissed at the end of De-Lovely, we got cheered by people... it was unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;To my readers... the few that I have... If anyone knows who did that, I'd like to know. Currently, I'm guessing that it was Blake's friends in the audience... but I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the people who came to see me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you HAVEN'T seen me yet, and you want to, I still have two more shows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, September 10 @ 7:15&lt;br /&gt;Friday, September 11 @ 7:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTACT ME NOWWWWWW! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the drama onstage is great... the drama backstage is getting unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;There are too many cliques, since this is such a huge cast.&lt;br /&gt;Girls are crushing on guys.&lt;br /&gt;Guys are ignoring girls.&lt;br /&gt;People are depressed because of other problems.&lt;br /&gt;Some people are trying to make people feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Shows got mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;Lines got "stolen"&lt;br /&gt;There are so many rumors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note:&lt;br /&gt;I've made new friends in just the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;I made up with someone (no more misunderstanding)&lt;br /&gt;I've found who my real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;I've had a heart to heart with someone who I didn't really talk to before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is: Today is a new day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1751228959313972963?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1751228959313972963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1751228959313972963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1751228959313972963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1751228959313972963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/08/excellent.html' title='Excellent!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/Spv-JOS3S0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/n2QsrjjsYdU/s72-c/Anything+Goes+-+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4823668078751090001</id><published>2009-08-24T05:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T05:55:36.704-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Tech Week.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fall back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I have school today.&lt;br /&gt;I have rag rollers in my hair. They're falling out. I'm scared they won't look as awesome as my pin curls did last week... but oh well... we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. now the cat is scratching my window. I'd better go let her in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4823668078751090001?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4823668078751090001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4823668078751090001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4823668078751090001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4823668078751090001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/08/tech-week.html' title='Tech Week.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8885569752278967726</id><published>2009-08-13T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:42:02.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Woah.</title><content type='html'>School is coming. It's about to hit me full force. This will probably be the hardest year of my life (educationally speaking).&lt;br /&gt;Will I survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and come see me in Anything Goes, please. If you are coming, let me know sooner, rather than later. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8885569752278967726?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8885569752278967726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8885569752278967726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8885569752278967726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8885569752278967726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah.html' title='Woah.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5757243360744684707</id><published>2009-07-25T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:56:00.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>The sound of the cheering made me forget everything that had ever hurt my feelings!</title><content type='html'>I'm packing for Pine Cove!!! I'm super excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem: I have a cold again this year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trunk seems to not be as full as it was last year. I'm slightly worried that I'm forgetting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have:&lt;br /&gt;my clothes&lt;br /&gt;my theme night stuff.&lt;br /&gt;my nice clothes for Friday&lt;br /&gt;my bible&lt;br /&gt;stuff to write with/on&lt;br /&gt;makeup and straightener for friday.&lt;br /&gt;bandanas.&lt;br /&gt;stuff to take showers with&lt;br /&gt;stuff to put my hair up with&lt;br /&gt;bath towel&lt;br /&gt;swimming towel&lt;br /&gt;swimming suit and trunks.&lt;br /&gt;flip flops&lt;br /&gt;pajamas&lt;br /&gt;face wash&lt;br /&gt;a washcloth&lt;br /&gt;toothbrush and toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;trash bags (for wet and dirty things)&lt;br /&gt;body spray (mmm!)&lt;br /&gt;febreeze&lt;br /&gt;camera&lt;br /&gt;bedding&lt;br /&gt;other items for cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;some just in case stuff&lt;br /&gt;my toms!&lt;br /&gt;a big water bottle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it sound good to you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I didn't forget anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this week! It's the highlight of my summer every year!&lt;br /&gt;This year I'm especially longing for it, because I need encouragement. This week will give me encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has a plan! know how I know? this has been the course of 2009 for me:&lt;br /&gt;depression&lt;br /&gt;hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;found a mentor&lt;br /&gt;encouraged&lt;br /&gt;went to SLU&lt;br /&gt;encouraged&lt;br /&gt;challenged&lt;br /&gt;worked at Mission Kids' camp&lt;br /&gt;action&lt;br /&gt;Pine Cove&lt;br /&gt;more encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;and after Pine Cove, more action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything with God's help! I'm finally starting to get out of this rut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5757243360744684707?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5757243360744684707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5757243360744684707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5757243360744684707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5757243360744684707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/07/sound-of-cheering-made-me-forget.html' title='The sound of the cheering made me forget everything that had ever hurt my feelings!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7934881235934999818</id><published>2009-07-13T00:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:28:46.958-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>It went SOMETHING like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy - "I really am sick! I even have green snot."&lt;br /&gt;Jamey - "I'm not hungry anymore."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7934881235934999818?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7934881235934999818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7934881235934999818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7934881235934999818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7934881235934999818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/07/jamey-quote-of-week.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-2637634034048307818</id><published>2009-07-10T00:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:11:46.930-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>"Everything is Meaningless"</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been having a difficult time with life. It's all because my youth group is dying. I feel worthless. I feel like no one cares about me. I feel alone. So alone. I'm making this into a big deal that's all about me. It shouldn't be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God is working. I see it. I know He is going to do something great. I just wish it would happen already! This world is too messed up. I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read Ecclesiastes tonight. I'm glad I did. I saw that Solomon felt the same way I do. There really is "nothing new under the sun." I take some comfort in knowing that I'm not the only one to ever feel this way. The world was just as messed up in Solomon's day as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that people generally (and I'm definitely including myself here) try so hard to be happy, without help from anything except themselves and the world. Like Solomon said in Ecclesiastes, living that way, depending on the things of this world to make me happy, is meaningless. Life is meaningless without God. Without Him, all my efforts to be happy are meaningless. I will never be happy if I don't look to Him. God created people to enjoy the world and be happy, but we will never enjoy it to the fullest if we don't have Him in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced this is true.&lt;br /&gt;Now how do I get out of the rut of my human nature and live like this!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-2637634034048307818?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/2637634034048307818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=2637634034048307818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2637634034048307818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2637634034048307818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-is-meaningless.html' title='&quot;Everything is Meaningless&quot;'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5707303034421244532</id><published>2009-07-09T23:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:01:14.833-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sleeping well lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will read the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me. I'm going through an emotionally difficult time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5707303034421244532?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5707303034421244532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5707303034421244532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5707303034421244532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5707303034421244532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1620712327153794366</id><published>2009-07-01T12:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:47:17.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week - "Slowly: Approach your WOMAN!"</title><content type='html'>Have you ever smoked weed?&lt;br /&gt;Nope... and I don't plan on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the person who hurt you the most?&lt;br /&gt;honestly, that would probably be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I'd change all the crazy girls who take it on themselves to win the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been so angry you cried?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret drinking?&lt;br /&gt;I've never drank alcohol... but I definitely have regretted drinking too many liquids on road trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you need to calm down?&lt;br /&gt;pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your cure to boredom?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh... idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your past?&lt;br /&gt;some parts were great... others were not so great... but my past has shaped me into who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive there is a place after life?&lt;br /&gt;yes. Heaven or Hell. Seriously. Meet Jesus, so you can go to heaven!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a really sweet simple thing?&lt;br /&gt;my first kiss &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats life all about?&lt;br /&gt;loving people for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song captures your life?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favourite flavour?&lt;br /&gt;delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when your pissed?&lt;br /&gt;explode... and then go hide in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best band:&lt;br /&gt;uhhh... right now I really like the Lucksmiths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if there was a mouse in your room?&lt;br /&gt;freak out, because it probably pooped on stuff and ate stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid to go into Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;nope! I love that store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the craziest thing you've done lately?&lt;br /&gt;I guess installing World of Warcraft on my laptop... I'll probably regret that decision in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sleep without a blanket?&lt;br /&gt;only in REALLY hot weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;God has someone for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have any type of dog what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;a Great Dane. good thing that's what I have! I'd also like a Great Pyrenees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to your best friend:&lt;br /&gt;We need to hang out, Chloe! I miss your face! let's go antique shopping. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke?&lt;br /&gt;that's disgusting. water, kthxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any hoodies that aren't yours?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans?&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Jeans are the bomb. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your religion?&lt;br /&gt;'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 22:37-40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best type of shoe:&lt;br /&gt;hi-top sneakers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever just look at the stars?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. I love looking at stars. I love visiting the country for that very reason!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1620712327153794366?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1620712327153794366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1620712327153794366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1620712327153794366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1620712327153794366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/07/jamey-quote-of-week-slowly-approach.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week - &quot;Slowly: Approach your WOMAN!&quot;'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6604245566439055376</id><published>2009-06-26T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:34:38.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Hello to the few readers of this blog!</title><content type='html'>I now have dates for Anything Goes!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check on the Show Dates box if you want to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got Hope Harcourt, who is an important supporting character (that happens to fall in love with the lead, Billy).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know where the Show Dates box is, it's the top white box on the left hand side of my blog... but for good measure, I'll put the dates here, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, 8/28 @ 7:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, 8/30 @ 2:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, 9/11 @ 7:15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6604245566439055376?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6604245566439055376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6604245566439055376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6604245566439055376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6604245566439055376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-to-few-readers-of-this-blog.html' title='Hello to the few readers of this blog!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4570817187363318815</id><published>2009-06-12T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:40:29.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Good Day.</title><content type='html'>I love the clean, fresh feeling you get after a shower.&lt;div&gt;I love the free feeling of wearing flowing clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the happy feeling of doing what you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to go take some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4570817187363318815?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7780718576505200571</id><published>2009-06-11T08:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:22:27.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I swear I'm addicted to the internet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Chloe, I now have a new site to be addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUMBLR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's kinda like Twitter, but more like a blog. And most of the Tumblrs have photography on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I followed suit and made one &lt;a href="http://howmanyloves.tumblr.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm putting things that I like on it... mainly photography, but also some music and quotes and things. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While you're at it, you can check out Chloe's tumblr &lt;a href="http://chloecamille.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Hers is probably more interesting than mine, since she actually sorta blogged on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7780718576505200571?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7780718576505200571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7780718576505200571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7780718576505200571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7780718576505200571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-swear-im-addicted-to-internet.html' title='I swear I&apos;m addicted to the internet.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4440189922161865410</id><published>2009-06-09T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:11:17.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>Anything Goes</title><content type='html'>I've been freaking out about these auditions for like... a week and a half! And I didn't even get to go since I'm in Spain! Oh well... Jamey knows what I can do, and he'll cast me as he sees fit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guuhhhh! It's too long until Sunday, when we find out which part we got.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss PCT too much for my own good! Oh well... I asked everyone on facebook to give me details about last night. of course, I won't get any for a good.... let's say six to eight hours. I miss being in the same time zone as all my friends. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4440189922161865410?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4440189922161865410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4440189922161865410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4440189922161865410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4440189922161865410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/06/anything-goes.html' title='Anything Goes'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-9204765326605125857</id><published>2009-06-03T15:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:04:27.932-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Ack!</title><content type='html'>I fail at blogging lately...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho... I'm in Spain, and having a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the beach today, and I'm sunburned most everywhere except my face, because I only put sunscreen on my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spain is fun and all, but I miss my friends and my own bed... this trip will be the longest I've ever been away from home at once. Three weeks is a long time, even when my whole family is here. My mom thinks I'm crazy for missing Plano, but I don't think I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I get back, I immediately start rehearsals for Anything Goes. I'm super excited... even though I don't have ANY idea what role I'll get, since I don't get to audition, but whatever it is, I'm sure I will make it my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been watching the George López show lately... and it's hilarious! I didn't know what I was missing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now... a survey... because I don't know what else to write about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11px;"&gt;How are you today?:&lt;br /&gt;sunburnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done anything interesting?:&lt;br /&gt;the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is your name?:&lt;br /&gt;Naomi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?:&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you go to school or college?:&lt;br /&gt;neither! I'm homeschooled XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you graduate?:&lt;br /&gt;2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you at the moment?:&lt;br /&gt;On my aunt's couch in Matadepera, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any windows open in your bedroom?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah! It's nice that I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cellphone?:&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is today's date?:&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, June 3, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job?:&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?:&lt;br /&gt;not very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE, DARYL, &amp;amp; MICHELLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you gay/straight/bi/unsure?:&lt;br /&gt;Straight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?:&lt;br /&gt;a spanish version of an american detective show... I still haven't figured out which one... but I'm not paying much attention to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you watching tv?:&lt;br /&gt;the TV is on, but I'm not really watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite movie?:&lt;br /&gt;no! it's too hard to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wash your face in the morning and before you go to sleep?:&lt;br /&gt;no :(&lt;br /&gt;I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times a day do you brush your teeth?:&lt;br /&gt;once, usually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear make up?:&lt;br /&gt;only when I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with your money?:&lt;br /&gt;I usually buy things... or put it in the bank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love before?:&lt;br /&gt;I've been in love with Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to go fishing?:&lt;br /&gt;no... it's soooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your keyboard?:&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to text?:&lt;br /&gt;it's OK, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you be doing tomorrow?:&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue... I don't get to plan these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you excited for anything?:&lt;br /&gt;ANYTHING GOES when I get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you go to the market next?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but we just went yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you craving anything?:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite band?:&lt;br /&gt;ummm... several&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What concert do you want to attend?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to go to college?:&lt;br /&gt;BAYLOR!!!! sic 'em, bears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you hot or cold?:&lt;br /&gt;more hot than cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?:&lt;br /&gt;11:09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last talk to on the phone with?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last kiss?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your next kiss be a mistake?:&lt;br /&gt;perhaps... I don't know that either because it hasn't happened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any regrets?:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but what's done is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hockey?:&lt;br /&gt;not really... I don't care for any sports&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom?:&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss someone?:&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could meet anyone famous, who?:&lt;br /&gt;ummm... let's say... idk... Adam Lambert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with any stuffed animals?:&lt;br /&gt;hah. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any jewlery that you wear daily?:&lt;br /&gt;not anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-9204765326605125857?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/9204765326605125857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=9204765326605125857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/9204765326605125857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/9204765326605125857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/06/ack.html' title='Ack!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7031890910795624741</id><published>2009-05-21T00:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:47:44.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Church, Lately.</title><content type='html'>I've been rather discouraged lately, because it seems like I'm the only high school kid who even cares to come to church lately. It stinks, because I feel abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to come to church and not be welcomed by people my age who want to live their life for Christ. A church family is supposed to be there. I need to be together with other believers. I can't get fellowship with Christians if no one is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-26981" class="versenum" value="42"&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-26981" class="versenum" value="42"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-26982" class="versenum" value="43"&gt;43&lt;/sup&gt;Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-26983" class="versenum" value="44"&gt;44&lt;/sup&gt;All the believers were together and had everything in common. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-26984" class="versenum" value="45"&gt;45&lt;/sup&gt;Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-26985" class="versenum" value="46"&gt;46&lt;/sup&gt;Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, &lt;sup id="en-NIV-26986" class="versenum" value="47"&gt;47&lt;/sup&gt;praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.&lt;br /&gt;        Acts 2:42-47&lt;/blockquote&gt;I need this, and I'm not getting it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7031890910795624741?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7031890910795624741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7031890910795624741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7031890910795624741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7031890910795624741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/05/church-lately.html' title='Church, Lately.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1853033794532838818</id><published>2009-05-12T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:50:53.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>"Peter, I want the shirt UNDER the overalls; you look like a lesbian"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1853033794532838818?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1853033794532838818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1853033794532838818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1853033794532838818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1853033794532838818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/05/jamey-quote-of-week.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8297055991847121990</id><published>2009-05-04T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:45:51.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quotes of the Week</title><content type='html'>"Michelle, get off her lap. Have you washed your head?" (What the Crap?)&lt;br /&gt;***correction: he said, "have you lost your head." Daryl and I just heard wrong***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drunk people aren't pretty! They have snot hanging out of their nose!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8297055991847121990?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8297055991847121990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8297055991847121990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8297055991847121990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8297055991847121990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/05/jamey-quotes-of-week.html' title='Jamey Quotes of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-391392205850004769</id><published>2009-05-03T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:04:32.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I've been very happy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because of that story about the angels and the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just given me a lot of perspective about life. For example, I've learned how fragile life is, but how good it is to be alive. I've realized that I have a purpose in life, or I might be dead. I've also realized that God watches over me constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You gave me life and showed me kindness,  and in your providence watched over my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Job 10:12&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm glad to be alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-391392205850004769?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/391392205850004769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=391392205850004769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/391392205850004769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/391392205850004769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/05/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4124879823920599632</id><published>2009-04-24T10:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:43:59.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that if you've known me for 14 years, you've heard the story of how I almost drowned. Well, Nancy's the only person out of my readers that I know for sure has heard it... so I'll tell it to you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was three, our family went camping a lot with another family called the Arriolas. One time, late in spring, we went camping at Big Rocks Park in Glen Rose, when the rain had made the little Paluxy river swell to a swift current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my dinosaur ring floatie, and I was all set, but my parents warned about the little space between the rocks where the current could sweep me away. Well, knowing me, I was curious to see whether my floatie would hold me up, so I disregarded the instructions and stepped into the deeper water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, I was swept off my feet, my floatie was lost, and I started travelling down the river. I almost drowned, but at the last possible second, a man saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my grandpa has been trying to help a family who is in a lawsuit over the custody of their child. The family recently lost another child, who accidentally drowned, and now the CPS is charging them with neglect. My grandpa is trying to find the man who saved me, so that he and my parents can be a witness for the family, but my parents don't know who he is. My mom says that she never actually met the man, because the Arriolas were the ones who went and got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never find out who that man was, but I think he was an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either that or the guardian angels turned his head to see that little girl floating down the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I've experienced a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has something important planned for me, or I'd be dead right now. I can't take my life for granted, because God, the creator of the whole UNIVERSE, thinks I'm important. He has a plan; I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been feeling God working more and more. In the past week, several people have told me that God has blessed them through me. Just hearing that makes me want to grow closer to God... closer than I've been in a long time... maybe even closer than I've ever been. Please pray for me as I follow Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4124879823920599632?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4124879823920599632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4124879823920599632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4124879823920599632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4124879823920599632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/angels.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6668831602595105673</id><published>2009-04-21T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T10:51:16.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>"Either learn to burp or pretend to fart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another:&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! Eeww! Cheez-it just jumped out of my mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6668831602595105673?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6668831602595105673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6668831602595105673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6668831602595105673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6668831602595105673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/jamey-quote-of-week_21.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3311384595271563139</id><published>2009-04-19T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:57:23.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>"Are you even paying attention to me?!?! *cat hiss*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another (not quite as funny... to me at least... I don't know about you):&lt;br /&gt;"You're starting to sound like Cher."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3311384595271563139?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3311384595271563139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3311384595271563139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3311384595271563139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3311384595271563139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/jamey-quote-of-week_19.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3362266182409856841</id><published>2009-04-17T09:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:00:39.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>New Discipleship study at PCBC</title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://pcbcstudents.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-get-date.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to the PCBC student ministry blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3362266182409856841?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3362266182409856841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3362266182409856841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3362266182409856841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3362266182409856841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-discipleship-study-at-pcbc.html' title='New Discipleship study at PCBC'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6076632097493032967</id><published>2009-04-13T19:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:26:52.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SePYIUuUCfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4Y062pj4EB4/s1600-h/Day+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SePYIUuUCfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4Y062pj4EB4/s400/Day+171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324336821995571698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, count yourselves dead to sin but alive to God in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 6:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ died in place of ME. For MY sins. I thank God for sending his only son, whom he LOVED, to DIE, so I wouldn't have to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ died for YOU, too.&lt;br /&gt;[If] you confess with your mouth, "Jesus is Lord," and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.&lt;br /&gt;Romans 10:9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6076632097493032967?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6076632097493032967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6076632097493032967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6076632097493032967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6076632097493032967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SePYIUuUCfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/4Y062pj4EB4/s72-c/Day+171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-88888584722656369</id><published>2009-04-10T10:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:26:31.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>It's kept between me and God.</title><content type='html'>I always want to write blogs... but I never know what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel unable to write about what I want to because this IS the internet... and ANYONE can see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could use this like a diary... but it wouldn't be private... no diary ever is anyway... writing it all down just provides the possibility that someone will read it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. the best place to keep those thoughts to myself is in my mind... but I do want to tell people sometimes... No. I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write it down for fear my future self will see it as stupid and shallow... but then, who DOESN'T grow over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's best to keep it between me and God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-88888584722656369?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/88888584722656369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=88888584722656369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/88888584722656369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/88888584722656369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-kept-between-me-and-god.html' title='It&apos;s kept between me and God.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6036799104593528583</id><published>2009-04-08T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:32:00.353-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>"There comes a point in every vegetarian's life when they just can't take it anymore. Mr. Jamey tried the whole vegetarian thing once. It lasted about two days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jamey (when explaining to people about drunk dialing): "Say this - this is a recording. leave your message after the beeep. I SAID SHUT UP!"&lt;br /&gt;Daryl: "Is this a personal experience, Mr. Jamey?"&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jamey: "Yeeeessss."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6036799104593528583?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6036799104593528583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6036799104593528583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6036799104593528583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6036799104593528583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/jamey-quote-of-week.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3020575670818261500</id><published>2009-04-05T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:48:08.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'll always love you, but I don't have to like you all the time.</title><content type='html'>I'm angry and hurt that my brother couldn't put himself aside long enough to sing me happy birthday and eat cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just human nature to be selfish, but I've got to admit that sometimes it really makes me MAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For crying out loud, it was just lighting some freaking CANDLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it didn't help that I haven't gotten enough sleep in weeks... I can't wait for summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3020575670818261500?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3020575670818261500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3020575670818261500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3020575670818261500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3020575670818261500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-always-love-you-but-i-dont-have-to.html' title='I&apos;ll always love you, but I don&apos;t have to like you all the time.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8900146242468090155</id><published>2009-04-01T01:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:00:15.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been."  ~Mark Twain</title><content type='html'>I think the most attractive thing a person can have is joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget what people think, and just smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheerful look brings &lt;b&gt;joy&lt;/b&gt; to the heart,  and good news gives health to the bones.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 15:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8900146242468090155?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8900146242468090155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8900146242468090155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8900146242468090155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8900146242468090155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/04/wrinkles-should-merely-indicate-where.html' title='&quot;Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.&quot;  ~Mark Twain'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8127463823185245257</id><published>2009-03-29T08:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:50:06.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>As Buford, the crazy Dad in Daddy's Dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THERE'S A MAN IN THE EXTENSION PLUG!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8127463823185245257?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8127463823185245257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8127463823185245257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8127463823185245257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8127463823185245257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/03/jamey-quote-of-week_29.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7523091145541461132</id><published>2009-03-25T17:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:08:53.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>This is a shorter version of one of the scenes in Wheel of Time...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for being a hopeless romantic, but this is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some background:&lt;br /&gt;Perrin - Is a wolf-brother (which means he can talk to wolves), so he has an extra good sense of smell and hearing.&lt;br /&gt;Faile - Is Perrin's wife. She has been giving him the silent treatment for some time because she thinks he is flirting with someone else (Berelain).&lt;br /&gt;Perrin has just gotten back from a battle and unthroned a usurping queen (Colavaere).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Faile, I missed you more than I can say, and worried about you, but-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worried about me!" she snapped, spinning to face him. She stood straight and tall, eyes fierce as those of her falcon namesake, and her fan made a coring motion toward his middle. She made the same gesture with a knife sometimes. "When almost the first words from your mouth were to ask after that... that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His jaw dropped. How could he have forgotten the smell filling his nostrils? He nearly put a hand up to see whether his nose was bleeding. "Faile, I wanted her thief-catchers. Be-" No, he was not stupid enough to repeat that name. "She said she had proof of the poison before I left. You heard her! I just wanted the proof, Faile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did no good. That spiky stench (jealousy) softened not a whit, and the thin, sour smell of hurt joined it. What under the Light had he said to hurt her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her&lt;/span&gt; proof! What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; gathered went for nothing, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; proof put Colavaere's head on the block. Or should have." That was his opening, but she was not about to let him push a word in edgewise. She advanced on him, looking daggers, her fan darting like one. All he could do was back awa. "Do you know what story that woman put about?" Faile almost hissed. A black viper could not have dripped so much venom. "Do you? She said the reason you were not here was that you were at a manor not far from the city. Where she could&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; visit&lt;/span&gt; you! I told the story I prepared-that you were hunting, and the Light knows you spent enough days hunting!-but everyone believed I was putting a good face on you and her! Together! Colavaere delighted in it. I could believe she only took that strumpet as an attendant to throw the two of us together. 'Faile, Berelain, come lace my gown.' 'Faile, Berelain, come homld the mirror for the hairdresser.' 'Faile, Berelain, come wash my back.' So she could amuse herself waiting for us to claw one another's eyes out! That is what I have put up with! For you, you hairy-eared--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His back thumped against the wall. And something snapped inside him. He had been frightened spitless for her, terrified, ready to face down Rand or the Dark One himself. And he had none nothing, had never encouraged Berelain, had done everything in his wits to chase the woman away. For which his thanks was this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently he took her by the shoulders and lifted her until those big tilted eyes were level with his. "You listen to me," he said calmly. He tried to make his voice calm, at least; it came out more of a growl in his throat. "How dare you speak to me like that? How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dare&lt;/span&gt; you? I worried myself near to death for fearyou'd been hurt. I love you, and nobody else but you. I want no other woman but you. Do yo hear me? Do you?" Crushing her to his ches, he held her, wanting never to let her go. Light, he had been so afraid. He shook even now, for what might have been. "If anything happened to you, I'd die, Faile. I would lie down on your grave and die! Do you think I don't know how Colavaere found out who you are? You made sure she found out." Spying, she had told him once, was a wife's work. "Light, woman, you could have ended like Maire (a servant who was done away with for spilling information). Colavaere knows you're my wife. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; wife. Perrin Aybara, Rand al'Thor's friend. Did it ever occur to you she might be suspicious? She could have... Light, Faile, she could have..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abruptly he realized what he was doing. She was making sounds against his chest, but no words he could recognize. He wondered that he did not hear her ribs creaking. Berating himself for an oaf, he let her go, arms springing apart, but before he could apologize, her fingers clutched his beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you love me?" she said softly. Very softly. Very warmly. She was smiling, too. "A woman likes to hear that said the right way." She had dropped the fan, but her throaty laugh held heat, and the smoldering in her eyes was as far from anger as possible. "A good thing you didn't say you never looked at another woman, or I would think you had gone blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was too stunned for words, too stunned even to gape. Perrin knew he would never understand women. She kept changing direction faster than he could think, yet this... That thorny scent was gone completely, and in its place was another smell of her he knew well. A smell that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; her, pure and strong and clean. Add that to her eyes, and any moment she was going to say something about farmgirls at harvest. They were notorious, apparently, Saldaean farmgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As for you lying down on my grave," she went on, "if you do, my soul will haunt yours, I promise you. You will mourn me a decent time, and then you'll find yourself another wife. Someone I'd approve of, I hope." With a soft laugh, she stroked his beard. "You really aren't fit to take care of yourself, you know. I want your promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best not to crack his teeth on that. Say he would not, and this wonderful mood might be swallowed in a firestorm. Quicksilver was not in it, really. Say he would... By the smell of her, every word was the Light's pure truth, but he would believe that when horses roosted in trees. He cleared his throat, "I need to bathe. I haven't seen soap in I don't know how long. I must smell like an old barn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against his chest, she drew a deep breath. "You smell wonderful. Like you." Her hands moved on his shoulders. "I feel as--" the door banged open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point, they are interrupted for a while by another character, and Perrin tries to convince him not to kill some people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband," Faile breathed, "you have the courage of three men. And the sense of a child on leading strings. Why is it that as a man's courage goes up, his sense goes down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perrin grunted indignantly. He refrained from mentioning women who set themselves to spy on people who had committed murders and almost certainly knew they were spying. Women always talked about how logical they were compared to men, but for himself, he had seen precious little of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, perhaps I don't really want the answer even if you know it." Stretching with her arms over her head, she gave a throaty laugh. "Besides, I don't mean to let him spoil the mood. I still feel as forward as a farmgirl at-- Why are you laughing? Stop laughing at me, Perrin t'Bashere Aybara! Stop it, I say, you uncouth oaf! If you don't--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to put an end to it was to kiss her. In her arms he forgot Rand and Aes Sedai and battles. Where Faile was, was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read all that, congratulations, and perhaps you see how amazing Wheel of Time is and start reading it... lol&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my sappiness... I just love it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7523091145541461132?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7523091145541461132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7523091145541461132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7523091145541461132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7523091145541461132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/03/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8551804961071779512</id><published>2009-03-16T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:14:56.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am well on my way...</title><content type='html'>to having my dad's birthday present all finished :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you guys next week... after his birthday :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8551804961071779512?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8551804961071779512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8551804961071779512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8551804961071779512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8551804961071779512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-well-on-my-way.html' title='I am well on my way...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7223818793183498009</id><published>2009-03-14T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T23:38:22.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamey quote of the week.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><title type='text'>Jamey Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>He just can't help it... he's so quotable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were a boy or a dog, you'd pee all over him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7223818793183498009?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7223818793183498009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7223818793183498009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7223818793183498009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7223818793183498009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/03/jamey-quote-of-week.html' title='Jamey Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5652670088463329132</id><published>2009-03-11T01:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:35:51.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>I just got up at one in the morning and made peanut butter chocolate bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my homework still isn't finished =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5652670088463329132?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5652670088463329132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5652670088463329132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5652670088463329132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5652670088463329132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/03/ha.html' title='Ha!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1332216951113938998</id><published>2009-03-08T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:35:38.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>No longer pounding.</title><content type='html'>'A' not 'I'&lt;br /&gt;'O' not 'Ow'&lt;br /&gt;no longer pounding in our brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... that's right... My Fair Lady is over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we went out with a BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our best show yet! we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamey even said I did the best he'd seen the entire run :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just have to wait for Daddy's Dying to run! I'm excited about Stage Managering for this show... and even more excited that I get to come and watch the rehearsals without learning lines... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to write down craploads of blocking though... oh well, it'll be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I'm looking forward to is May 27. Even though I don't get to be at PCT for Daddy's Dying closing weekend, I get to go to Spain to visit my cousins for three weeks :D&lt;br /&gt;I might even get to meet someone from flickr who I admire: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theyusedtocallmecaroline/"&gt;La.No&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! a look into my life :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1332216951113938998?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1332216951113938998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1332216951113938998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1332216951113938998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1332216951113938998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-longer-pounding.html' title='No longer pounding.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3454816309400515457</id><published>2009-02-26T23:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:35:17.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I am glad...</title><content type='html'>that I have God on my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3454816309400515457?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3454816309400515457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3454816309400515457' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3454816309400515457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3454816309400515457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-glad.html' title='I am glad...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1915874461979142328</id><published>2009-02-17T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:05:37.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>There aren't words to describe how happy I am!</title><content type='html'>Jamey hates the stage, so he's repainting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did really well... even though the first act was two hours long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know how to fix some things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the costume changes seem to be going smoothly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena is really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the word yay, it's so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was 10x better than Forum's tech week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the two best shows: the second show, and closing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Higgins is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see my 2 best friends every day for a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to kill someone in a horror film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life right now. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1915874461979142328?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8955682171446144364</id><published>2009-02-16T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:54:02.444-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>Last time I checked...</title><content type='html'>People didn't have houses made out of a single, unbroken piece of marble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently Henry Higgins does... except it doesn't look like marble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Dr. Seuss barfed on our stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! I HOPE JAMEY FIXES IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news... tech week starts today! It's probably going to put us all in a very bad mood... but it will help us perfect our show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray for stepping it up a notch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8955682171446144364?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8955682171446144364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8955682171446144364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8955682171446144364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8955682171446144364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-time-i-checked.html' title='Last time I checked...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-2839827234550560198</id><published>2009-02-15T00:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:16:32.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>Today we had a rehearsal. We did really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, like no one was there because of several different things... but most of the people who were gone were at a speech tournament... all day... sucks for them :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Valentines to several people... and all of them seemed to have their day made :D yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My director gave me a sparkly ballgown... it fits like a glove... and now I have all my costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to run the show from beginning to end... but we only got as far as "I could Have Danced All Night," because we haven't run the beginning of the show for a long time... and we sucked... and we kept having to redo songs and scenes... and Pickering wasn't paying attention/didn't know his lines... GRRR! And Higgins had forgotten some lines and blocking. And so had everyone else D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... we did really bad... and then, at the end of the rehearsal, I peeled a bit of dry skin off my lip (yeah.. i know that's kind of weird and nasty) and I was bleeding uncontrollably for about 10 minutes... and everyone was freaking out... lol... but it finally stopped bleeding on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was trying to stop the bleeding, my mom and my director were having a conversation about changing backstage... and they were talking about completely different aspects of it. My director thought my mom was complaining/worrying about modesty when she was really worrying about how many racks we'd need for hanging clothes on... because there are a million girls with a million dresses... and we need lots of hanging space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things are already going on... and then, tomorrow starts Tech week... Set build for eight hours... and then, Monday-Thursday, long rehearsals every night... and then Friday, we open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared... but being scared will help us do well... anyway... Please pray for everyone to get focused and in sync with each other so we can make this show amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-2839827234550560198?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/2839827234550560198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=2839827234550560198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2839827234550560198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2839827234550560198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-rehearsal.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day Rehearsal'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3370133431590408109</id><published>2009-02-14T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:36:19.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>YOU MAKE EVERYTHING GLORIOUS!</title><content type='html'>I just remembered that I love this song, so I thought I'd share with you :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything Glorious: David Crowder*Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is brighter here with You&lt;br /&gt;The night is lighter than its hue&lt;br /&gt;Would lead me to believe&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;And I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;What does that make me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are small but they have seen&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of enormous things&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to believe&lt;br /&gt;there's light enough to see that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;And I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From glory to glory&lt;br /&gt;You are glorious You are glorious&lt;br /&gt;From glory to glory&lt;br /&gt;You are glorious. You are glorious&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to believe&lt;br /&gt;why I can believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;And I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;And I am Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From glory to glory From glory to glory&lt;br /&gt;You are glorious. You are glorious.&lt;br /&gt;You are glorious. You are glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you make everything glorious! Even Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for my friends. Thank you for the great weather. Thank you that you are worthy of praise. Thank you that you love me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I don't care what anyone says... you are my valentine :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3370133431590408109?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3370133431590408109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3370133431590408109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3370133431590408109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3370133431590408109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-make-everything-glorious.html' title='YOU MAKE EVERYTHING GLORIOUS!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5044032783913289882</id><published>2009-02-11T00:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:11:33.465-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><title type='text'>This made me feel so happy :D</title><content type='html'>"In the contents of People that I know, Atheists, Twins, Gays, Christians, Jews, Agnostics, Famous Actors, Famous Musicians, Republicans, Democrats, Libertarians, Communists, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Extremely attractive people&lt;/span&gt;, Pyromaniacs, Hippies, someone confused for a Vampire, Emos, Former Goths, and an Amazing Painter. I Love them all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to you, my dear friend, I am extremely attractive. Thanks for that. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5044032783913289882?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5044032783913289882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5044032783913289882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5044032783913289882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5044032783913289882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-made-me-feel-so-happy-d.html' title='This made me feel so happy :D'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7128325338293863254</id><published>2009-02-04T14:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:45:31.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Help, please!</title><content type='html'>I have to make a short film... and I have NO ideas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7128325338293863254?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7128325338293863254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7128325338293863254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7128325338293863254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7128325338293863254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/02/help-please.html' title='Help, please!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7603038361447809802</id><published>2009-02-01T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:47:51.839-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><title type='text'>are you happy now?</title><content type='html'>I have a manly cousin who goes by the alias of Sullied Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is 22... which means he's old for a cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he is an old kid, he is still quite the ladies man... perhaps more so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to shoot firecrackers and throw them into wells and trash cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to lift really heavy things so he can show off his manliness... especially around the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sullied Knight has a sensitive side however... He loves kids and kids love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to tell stories to his less manly cousins... with characters such as Stu, Du, and Id... short for Stupid, Dumb, and Idiot... but those three are to be put away until he has nephews and nieces and little second cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing he really enjoys is carting all his younger cousins around in his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Sullied Knight at his blog: asewerratstale.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7603038361447809802?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7603038361447809802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7603038361447809802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7603038361447809802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7603038361447809802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-happy-now.html' title='are you happy now?'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6861083502409942469</id><published>2009-01-31T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:44:55.413-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Hear Us from Heaven</title><content type='html'>Lord, hear our cry&lt;br /&gt;Come heal our land&lt;br /&gt;Breathe life into these dry and thirsty souls&lt;br /&gt;Lord, hear our prayer&lt;br /&gt;Forgive our sin&lt;br /&gt;And as we call on your name&lt;br /&gt;Would you make this a place&lt;br /&gt;For your glory to dwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the blind eyes&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the deaf ears&lt;br /&gt;Come to your people&lt;br /&gt;As we draw near&lt;br /&gt;Hear us from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Touch our generation&lt;br /&gt;We are your people&lt;br /&gt;Crying out in desperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear us from heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, fix us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6861083502409942469?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6861083502409942469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6861083502409942469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6861083502409942469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6861083502409942469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/hear-us-from-heaven.html' title='Hear Us from Heaven'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7531434963281676705</id><published>2009-01-29T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:48:16.395-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I think this is my favorite Bible verse:</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was having my quiet time, and I read John 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One verse sticks out to me every time I read this chapter, which is about God's promises of Heaven, and the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;John 14:27&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving you with a gift - peace of mind and heart. and the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don't be troubled or afraid.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7531434963281676705?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7531434963281676705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7531434963281676705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7531434963281676705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7531434963281676705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-this-is-my-favorite-bible-verse.html' title='I think this is my favorite Bible verse:'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4454779432600767151</id><published>2009-01-25T08:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:45:21.743-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Give me some Vitamin C</title><content type='html'>I'm getting a sore throat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get better before tech week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not bode well... D=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4454779432600767151?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4454779432600767151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4454779432600767151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4454779432600767151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4454779432600767151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-me-some-vitamin-c.html' title='Give me some Vitamin C'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4160175848309518824</id><published>2009-01-22T13:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:45:46.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Acting and Speaking</title><content type='html'>Speech day at worldviews is always fun... well... the dressing up part is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too big of a fan of actually giving the speeches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I can like acting so much and not public speaking... wait... I DO know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like acting so much because you get to pretend to be someone else, and if you mess up, it wasn't you, it was your character... and the general audience doesn't know the difference... plus, the script is written for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate speaking so much because it's all you, and you have to write your own script and everybody knows if you messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really stressed lately, about my lines, my rehearsals, my homework... balancing everything... but there's one thing that's stressing me more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend "Yaroslav" (I'm changing his name... obviously). I LOVE him... he is the best guy friend I have EVER had. I know I shouldn't be stressing about this because it's in God's hands, but Yaroslav is not a Christian... and I desperately want to change that. At times it's just so hard to believe that he's not a Christian, because he's ALWAYS happy, and usually nice to everyone... even if he hates them... but I know he's not. He has made a big impact on my life, and I really want to make a big impact on his...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be Christlike, especially around him... but sometimes it's really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was explaining my speech for today to him... which was about the Sistine Chapel Ceiling... we got into a deep discussion about the symbolism in the painting. At one point I mentioned how I didn't think it was biblical for Michelangelo to put Sibyls (Greek prophetesses who were in the Oracles) in his painting, because those women, who were supposed to prophesy, had been breathing sulfuric fumes and speaking gibberish. He then asked me a question I couldn't answer: "What do you believe makes a prophecy?" That really threw me off... it made me think really hard. Finally, I said something like this, "I believe that prophecies are from God. I believe the prophecies in the Bible because most of them have already come true, right down to the letter. I believe that that is cause enough to believe in the ones that haven't come true yet, because, logically, if so many people predict the same things, and most of them have come true, then the ones that haven't come true yet are highly likely to also be true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I want to live for God even if there isn't a God, because if there is a God then I get an eternal reward, and if there isn't a God, then at least I lived a life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Yaroslav is searching, because, when I apologized for dumping my beliefs on him, he said he enjoyed hearing it... I don't know exactly what is going on with him, but he said he has beliefs but that he doesn't know how to explain them... He also said that he believes Jesus was a real person. I think Yaroslav is the kind of person who bases everything on what can be proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Please pray for me to be able to radiate Jesus so I can be a witness to Yaroslav through my actions. Please pray for Yaroslav to find what he is looking for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4160175848309518824?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4160175848309518824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4160175848309518824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4160175848309518824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4160175848309518824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/acting-and-speaking.html' title='Acting and Speaking'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5708023248234558870</id><published>2009-01-20T14:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:45:59.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>FEED ME, SEYMOUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SXYvK5Cx42I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nia60zHZ2u0/s1600-h/Feed+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SXYvK5Cx42I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nia60zHZ2u0/s400/Feed+Me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293470276178273122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this during church because I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Audrey 2 from Little Shop of Horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5708023248234558870?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5708023248234558870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5708023248234558870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5708023248234558870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5708023248234558870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/feed-me-seymour.html' title='FEED ME, SEYMOUR'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SXYvK5Cx42I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nia60zHZ2u0/s72-c/Feed+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1759246557765832759</id><published>2009-01-16T14:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:20:33.636-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Goodness...</title><content type='html'>I slept until 1:30 today, and I still haven't gotten out of bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm catching up from when I was up til four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better get my geometry and chemistry done, because I have rehearsals ALL day tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1759246557765832759?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1759246557765832759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1759246557765832759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1759246557765832759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1759246557765832759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodness.html' title='Goodness...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5407326054521335931</id><published>2009-01-15T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:56:52.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><title type='text'>Wow... this is a first... two blogs in one day.</title><content type='html'>Here is the story about my issues with stupid CD burners...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo... I need to burn this CD. My Fair Lady, to be exact, because the one I had belonged to my friend and I gave it back today, because she needs to listen to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no blank CDs in our house, so I asked for one from my voice teacher. She gave me one... but there was no way to tell which side was the side I needed to burn... both sides were the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, and I take the blank CD, write "My Fair Lady" on it, and stick it into my laptop. I click the 'burn CD' button, and it tells me to put in a blank CD. That means that I wrote the "My Fair Lady" on the wrong side of the CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn the CD over and stick it back in on the off chance that it will work... and I burn an MP3 instead of an Audio CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I can't play the CD in the car even if it does work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take out the CD and put it back in, to test if the CD will work even with Sharpie on the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I microwaved that CD (btw, it's SO cool!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked my dad if I could burn an audio CD onto a DVD-R, since we have an abundance of those... don't ask me why, we never burn DVDs... EVER... He said he didn't know, so I said I would try it... then my dad was like, "wait, that won't work."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5407326054521335931?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5407326054521335931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5407326054521335931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5407326054521335931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5407326054521335931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-this-is-first-two-blogs-in-one-day.html' title='Wow... this is a first... two blogs in one day.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7571166994900857738</id><published>2009-01-15T12:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T13:09:06.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>My Fair Costumes</title><content type='html'>My Fair Lady costumes (1912-like clothes) are proving difficult to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need about ten costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockney everyday clothes&lt;br /&gt;Cockney Sunday best clothes&lt;br /&gt;A white blouse that looks good&lt;br /&gt;Two flowing skirts that aren't too full&lt;br /&gt;A nightgown... i think... i'm not even sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;A fancy black and white dress for the horse races... plus a ginormous black and white hat&lt;br /&gt;A ballgown (I think my director might be providing that one)&lt;br /&gt;A skirt suit&lt;br /&gt;An evening dress (I've got that... it's purple... and it's really pretty! but it needs to be taken in a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, I need a maid costume and another ball gown... but I might be able to use the purple dress... as long as I'm not sharing costumes with my counterparts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I have a voice lesson from 4:30-5:15 and a rehearsal from 5-6 for just me and Freddy... and then a rehearsal from 6-9 with everyone else... grrrrrrawr... I wish they didn't overlap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be off book... but I'm not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a lead is STRESSFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7571166994900857738?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7571166994900857738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7571166994900857738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7571166994900857738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7571166994900857738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-fair-costumes.html' title='My Fair Costumes'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-841040450275300835</id><published>2009-01-12T09:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:46:18.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I only hate two people.</title><content type='html'>It's true. My hate list is not long... Two obnoxious human beings. Stupid people... why do those two boys have to make it so difficult to NOT hate them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's still too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to try to stop hating them. It's going to be difficult, but with God's help I can do anything... even be civil to two annoying boys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I will have the self control to not be so sarcastically mean all the time to those people, even when they say something stupid. Even when they laugh at their own jokes. Even when they won't shut their mouths. Even when they are so ADD that it drives me insane. Pray that I will be nice to them. Pray for God's strength in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-841040450275300835?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/841040450275300835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=841040450275300835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/841040450275300835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/841040450275300835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-only-hate-two-people.html' title='I only hate two people.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-9125254875850302350</id><published>2009-01-08T00:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:46:43.372-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Why don't I sleep?</title><content type='html'>I think I'm becoming nocturnal... but that has to change! NOW! because school is starting again... grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... I wonder what would happen if I were nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have no friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do pointless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never become an actress.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never go anywhere except maybe WalMart... and I hate WalMart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. I don't want to be nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunshine is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now... to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-9125254875850302350?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/9125254875850302350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=9125254875850302350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/9125254875850302350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/9125254875850302350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-dont-i-sleep.html' title='Why don&apos;t I sleep?'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-862572673825842473</id><published>2009-01-04T01:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:47:26.794-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What is Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SWEVLaTfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dkyBlUmAFQs/s1600-h/Day+73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SWEVLaTfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dkyBlUmAFQs/s400/Day+73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287530723293489042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel so stupid writing in my diary about boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because my view of love is all wrong. I've never actually been in love, so I don't know what it is. What I do know is that what I think is love is nowhere near what love actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade I thought I loved one guy. Not long afterward, I thought I loved another guy. Just a few months later, I thought I loved still another guy. Currently, sometimes I think I love yet another guy. That is not love. None of it is really real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that part of truly loving someone is wanting to grow old with them. True Love isn't something you can "fall out of." Any "love" that can change so quickly, unexpectedly, and abruptly is not love at all, but merely an unhealthy infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that most of us have experienced such infatuations. We tend to meet a person, find ourselves attracted to them, and then fantasize about our life together and our perfect relationship and our perfect wedding and how many kids we'll have, even though we barely know them. Later, we realize that that person is a jerk and we were just wasting our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying we shouldn't be attracted to people. After all, attraction is one of the first steps toward true love. Attraction is not bad in and of itself; its "badness" (for lack of a better word) is based on what we make of it. Attraction does not have to lead to infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite of love is selfishness. Infatuation and lust are forms of selfishness, because you are seeking to please yourself by your unrealistic fantasies instead of pleasing God by looking out for the other person and helping guard their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were easy to control our emotions toward other people, but the honest truth is, it's tough. Anyone who has had a "crush" knows this. What we need to do is to TRY to prevent these things. Unfortunately, we'll never be able to prevent infatuation on our own. We can't do anything without God except maybe sin. We have to trust in God, and ask for guidance, as well as help with guarding the hearts and minds of ourselves and those around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-862572673825842473?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/862572673825842473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=862572673825842473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/862572673825842473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/862572673825842473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-love.html' title='What is Love?'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SWEVLaTfZ5I/AAAAAAAAAFo/dkyBlUmAFQs/s72-c/Day+73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-2846850621075502596</id><published>2008-12-09T14:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:10:57.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>yay!</title><content type='html'>I got Eliza in My Fair Lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first lead role, so I'm kinda scared... but I'm sure it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know my show dates yet, but I'll be sure to post them as soon as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help Me and Elena out (she's in the show too, as "the littlest flower girl") since we have to sell 30 tickets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-2846850621075502596?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/2846850621075502596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=2846850621075502596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2846850621075502596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2846850621075502596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/12/yay.html' title='yay!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7478599224570541089</id><published>2008-12-03T18:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T18:05:18.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not transcribe this from the book... I found it online.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh, the Places You'll Go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;  Today is your day.&lt;br /&gt;  You're off to Great Places!&lt;br /&gt;  You're off and away!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;  You have feet in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;  You can steer yourself&lt;br /&gt;  any direction you choose.&lt;br /&gt;  You're on your own. And you know what you know.&lt;br /&gt;  And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You'll look up and down streets.    Look 'em over with care.&lt;br /&gt;  About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there."&lt;br /&gt;  With your head full of brains and your shoes full of feet,&lt;br /&gt;  you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;And you may not find any&lt;br /&gt;  you'll want to go down.&lt;br /&gt;  In that case, of course,&lt;br /&gt;  you'll head straight out of town.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;It's opener there&lt;br /&gt;  in the wide open air.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;Out there things can happen&lt;br /&gt;  and frequently do&lt;br /&gt;  to people as brainy&lt;br /&gt;  and footsy as you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;And when things start to happen,&lt;br /&gt;  don't worry. Don't stew.&lt;br /&gt;  Just go right along.&lt;br /&gt;  You'll start happening too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;  THE PLACES YOU'LL GO! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You'll be on your way up!&lt;br /&gt;  You'll be seeing great sights!&lt;br /&gt;  You'll join the high fliers&lt;br /&gt;  who soar to high heights.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You won't lag behind, because    you'll have the speed.&lt;br /&gt;  You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;  Wherever you fly, you'll be the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;  Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;Except when you don' t&lt;br /&gt;  Because, sometimes, you won't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;I'm sorry to say so&lt;br /&gt;  but, sadly, it's true&lt;br /&gt;  and Hang-ups&lt;br /&gt;  can happen to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You can get all hung up&lt;br /&gt;  in a prickle-ly perch.&lt;br /&gt;  And your gang will fly on.&lt;br /&gt;  You'll be left in a Lurch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You'll come down from the Lurch&lt;br /&gt;  with an unpleasant bump.&lt;br /&gt;  And the chances are, then,&lt;br /&gt;  that you'll be in a Slump.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;And when you're in a Slump,&lt;br /&gt;  you're not in for much fun.&lt;br /&gt;  Un-slumping yourself&lt;br /&gt;  is not easily done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You will come to a place where    the streets are not marked.&lt;br /&gt;  Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.&lt;br /&gt;  A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!&lt;br /&gt;  Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?&lt;br /&gt;  How much can you lose? How much can you win?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;And IF you go in, should you    turn left or right...&lt;br /&gt;  or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?&lt;br /&gt;  Or go around back and sneak in from behind?&lt;br /&gt;  Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,&lt;br /&gt;  for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You can get so confused&lt;br /&gt;  that you'll start in to race&lt;br /&gt;  down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace&lt;br /&gt;  and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,&lt;br /&gt;  headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.&lt;br /&gt;  The Waiting Place...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;...for people just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;  Waiting for a train to go&lt;br /&gt;  or a bus to come, or a plane to go&lt;br /&gt;  or the mail to come, or the rain to go&lt;br /&gt;  or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow&lt;br /&gt;  or waiting around for a Yes or a No&lt;br /&gt;  or waiting for their hair to grow.&lt;br /&gt;  Everyone is just waiting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;Waiting for the fish to bite&lt;br /&gt;  or waiting for wind to fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;  or waiting around for Friday night&lt;br /&gt;  or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake&lt;br /&gt;  or a pot to boil, or a Better Break&lt;br /&gt;  or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants&lt;br /&gt;  or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.&lt;br /&gt;  Everyone is just waiting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;  That's not for you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;Somehow you'll escape&lt;br /&gt;  all that waiting and staying.&lt;br /&gt;  You'll find the bright places&lt;br /&gt;  where Boom Bands are playing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;With banner flip-flapping,&lt;br /&gt;  once more you'll ride high!&lt;br /&gt;  Ready for anything under the sky.&lt;br /&gt;  Ready because you're that kind of a guy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;Oh, the places you'll go! There    is fun to be done!&lt;br /&gt;  There are points to be scored. there are games to be won.&lt;br /&gt;  And the magical things you can do with that ball&lt;br /&gt;  will make you the winning-est winner of all.&lt;br /&gt;  Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be,&lt;br /&gt;  with the whole wide world watching you win on TV.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;Except when they don't.&lt;br /&gt;  Because, sometimes, they won't.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;I'm afraid that some times&lt;br /&gt;  you'll play lonely games too.&lt;br /&gt;  Games you can't win&lt;br /&gt;  'cause you'll play against you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;All Alone!&lt;br /&gt;  Whether you like it or not,&lt;br /&gt;  Alone will be something&lt;br /&gt;  you'll be quite a lot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;And when you're alone, there's    a very good chance&lt;br /&gt;  you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.&lt;br /&gt;  There are some, down the road between hither and yon,&lt;br /&gt;  that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;But on you will go&lt;br /&gt;  though the weather be foul&lt;br /&gt;  On you will go&lt;br /&gt;  though your enemies prowl&lt;br /&gt;  On you will go&lt;br /&gt;  though the Hakken-Kraks howl&lt;br /&gt;  Onward up many&lt;br /&gt;  a frightening creek,&lt;br /&gt;  though your arms may get sore&lt;br /&gt;  and your sneakers may leak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;On and on you will hike&lt;br /&gt;  and I know you'll hike far&lt;br /&gt;  and face up to your problems&lt;br /&gt;  whatever they are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;You'll get mixed up, of course,   &lt;br /&gt;  as you already know.&lt;br /&gt;  You'll get mixed up&lt;br /&gt;  with many strange birds as you go.&lt;br /&gt;  So be sure when you step.&lt;br /&gt;  Step with care and great tact&lt;br /&gt;  and remember that Life's&lt;br /&gt;  a Great Balancing Act.&lt;br /&gt;  Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.&lt;br /&gt;  And never mix up your right foot with your left.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;And will you succeed?&lt;br /&gt;  Yes! You will, indeed!&lt;br /&gt;  (98 and 3 / 4 percent guaranteed.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;" align="center"&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;  be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray&lt;br /&gt;  or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,&lt;br /&gt;  you're off to Great Places!&lt;br /&gt;  Today is your day!&lt;br /&gt;  Your mountain is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;  So...get on your way!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;---Dr. Seuss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7478599224570541089?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7478599224570541089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7478599224570541089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7478599224570541089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7478599224570541089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-not-transcribe-this-from-book-i.html' title='I did not transcribe this from the book... I found it online.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1165944565157737221</id><published>2008-12-01T18:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:10:06.948-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Project 365</title><content type='html'>I've been having lots of fun with my Project 365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are just a few of my favorite examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJcDaJ90I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bH5VXBp_tww/s1600-h/Day+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJcDaJ90I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bH5VXBp_tww/s320/Day+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992178602047298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJcVnOnxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QEotSsgUiz8/s1600-h/Day+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJcVnOnxI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QEotSsgUiz8/s320/Day+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992183488716562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJchlTqLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C2uFzdaf9E8/s1600-h/Day+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJchlTqLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/C2uFzdaf9E8/s320/Day+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992186701883570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a diptych (or a collage with two photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJc1M950I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LdZ8ijq7VRE/s1600-h/Day+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJc1M950I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LdZ8ijq7VRE/s320/Day+28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992191968503618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one amazing accident! (the hiragana in the lower right corner means ramen and Ramen-chan means "my good friend ramen")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJdTwyWyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MRM9rGDiv2U/s1600-h/Day+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJdTwyWyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MRM9rGDiv2U/s320/Day+35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274992200171805474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one because I was just figuring out how to use the manual settings on our fancy camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the whole project at my photoblog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photoblog.com/nahomie123/"&gt;www.photoblog.com/nahomie123&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at my DeviantArt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nahomie123.deviantart.com/"&gt;Nahomie123.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1165944565157737221?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1165944565157737221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1165944565157737221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1165944565157737221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1165944565157737221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/12/project-365.html' title='Project 365'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/STSJcDaJ90I/AAAAAAAAAFA/bH5VXBp_tww/s72-c/Day+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5224721797392029592</id><published>2008-11-16T23:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:47:55.890-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><title type='text'>I could have danced all night...</title><content type='html'>I could have danced all night&lt;br /&gt;I could have danced all night&lt;br /&gt;And still have begged for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;And done a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;I've never done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it could be so exciting&lt;br /&gt;When all at once, my heart took flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know when he&lt;br /&gt;Began to dance with me&lt;br /&gt;I could have danced danced danced&lt;br /&gt;All night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is playing over and over in my head because I had to sing it like 30 times in a row for auditions tonight... it made me light-headed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sang in the line, and Jamey was narrowing people down, I was in the final three!!! eeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see what part I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad Sara and Jamey decided to do My Fair Lady instead of the Producers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5224721797392029592?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5224721797392029592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5224721797392029592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5224721797392029592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5224721797392029592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-could-have-danced-all-night.html' title='I could have danced all night...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4214796574784320405</id><published>2008-11-13T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:13:20.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break</title><content type='html'>No PCT this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fair Lady was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Producers is too skanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to audition for a show with a different director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my PCT-ians... but I'll come see The Producers at least once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4214796574784320405?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4214796574784320405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4214796574784320405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4214796574784320405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4214796574784320405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-break.html' title='taking a break'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-9030904040862588265</id><published>2008-11-13T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T08:01:01.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>aw man!</title><content type='html'>My Fair Lady was canceled... so now if I do anything I have to do the Producers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always the risque shows that Jamey does... and I do them anyway, just because I love PCT so much! I hope I can convince my parents to let me do this show... because I miss my people terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I still haven't gotten a hold of this one person that I need to talk to... It's making me quite depressed, and I don't know what is going on... so I can't make a valid assumption as to what I need to do... but I don't wanna stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In still other news... today I will complete three weeks of my project 365... you can see all my pictures &lt;a href="http://www.photoblog.com/nahomie123"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Please leave comments on them... I like reading new comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had like 8 hours of homework due this morning... It was the most retarded thing I've had to put up with all year... but I didn't realize there were 40 pages of research projects to do! Picture 20 of my 365 is a collage of my homework... I wrote really big yesterday... i was trying to get done faster... lol (yes, I actually did laugh out loud)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, when I write lol... I don't laugh out loud... I think that instead of writing lol... you should write lqtms, for, laughing quietly to myself... hehehe... no one would actually do that though, even though it makes more sense... I mean, I don't do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... I think I'm going to get off now, and go eat some breakfast or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-9030904040862588265?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/9030904040862588265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=9030904040862588265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/9030904040862588265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/9030904040862588265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/11/aw-man.html' title='aw man!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4197514722173176215</id><published>2008-11-05T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:31:25.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>you guys are silly!</title><content type='html'>Dude! I think it's stupid how all the McCain people are scared that Obama is going to completely ruin the United States! I wanted McCain to win, but he didn't... and that's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I only agree with about half of Obama's policies... Sure, he has a name like Barack Hussein Obama... Sure, he's going to change the USA into something I don't necessarily like... But I'm still not scared! If you're scared he's going to ruin the USA, let me tell you, we were already heading downhill before the election process even started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Italic" class="gl_italic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I believe that while we shouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;, we (the church) should do something about this... Get involved in the government, pray for the nations leaders, start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt; more about what our nation is coming to! We need to look back to our roots, and how the Founding Fathers ran things, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; become a Christian nation again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is not the anti-Christ... but even if he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;, God would still take care of us if we looked to him... which we should be doing anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the good side of this. Even if we don't agree with some of his policies, he will be a great diplomat, especially considering how most of Europe likes him. He won't just talk to the world leaders that he likes, he'll talk to the ones that he doesn't necessarily like... Kind of like how Reagan talked to Gorbachev, even though the Soviet Union was practically threating the US with a nuclear war! I think Obama is going to do as much as he can to stop this war... Which, I agree, is pretty stupid (Seriously, why are we fighting in Iraq? I don't even know!). We should not be fighting Iraq... We should be finishing what we started in Afghanistan, and then leaving the countries to their own means... The USA needs to fix itself before we meddle in the affairs of other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; passionately against are Obama's views on abortion and gay rights, and those issues are relatively easily fixed later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared, and you guys should not be scared either. Just because Obama is president now, doesn't mean you have to move to another country. I just think that the church should start doing the right thing and praying for the government... and I still would feel that way if McCain were president... The church (with God's help) is the only thing that can really stop our country going downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... I'm done with that rant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4197514722173176215?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4197514722173176215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4197514722173176215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4197514722173176215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4197514722173176215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-guys-are-silly.html' title='you guys are silly!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8050913208834792006</id><published>2008-11-03T20:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:47:55.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Beauty- a poem I wrote</title><content type='html'>Beauty depends&lt;br /&gt;Not on color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty depends&lt;br /&gt;Not on looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty depends&lt;br /&gt;Only on dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty depends&lt;br /&gt;Only on expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty depends&lt;br /&gt;Only on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty depends&lt;br /&gt;Only on love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8050913208834792006?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8050913208834792006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8050913208834792006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8050913208834792006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8050913208834792006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/11/beauty-poem-i-wrote.html' title='Beauty- a poem I wrote'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1994590061461733104</id><published>2008-10-12T22:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:47:55.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I made this collage</title><content type='html'>I think this about says what my life is like right now... (click the image to see it big so you can actually read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SPLEUNPjdOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VD7zJYa5F6Y/s1600-h/reign+in+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SPLEUNPjdOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VD7zJYa5F6Y/s400/reign+in+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256479566526117090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words... the reason my life has been sucking so much lately is because I've pushed my one true love, Jesus, off to the side... I've been trying to please myself instead of glorifying Him and doing what's best for others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1994590061461733104?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1994590061461733104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1994590061461733104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1994590061461733104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1994590061461733104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-made-this-collage.html' title='I made this collage'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fsWmc_S0O1g/SPLEUNPjdOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VD7zJYa5F6Y/s72-c/reign+in+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3089596532311868500</id><published>2008-10-07T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:47:55.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Another poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the dark and lonely tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Rushing, rushing&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but the sound of voices&lt;br /&gt;Rushing, rushing&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the trials coming&lt;br /&gt;Rushing, rushing&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the others held and holding&lt;br /&gt;Rushing, rushing&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish that he were here beside me&lt;br /&gt;Rushing, rushing&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and see him smiling&lt;br /&gt;Rushing, rushing&lt;br /&gt;Alone no more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3089596532311868500?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3089596532311868500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3089596532311868500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3089596532311868500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3089596532311868500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-poem.html' title='Another poem'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-2660519347925530740</id><published>2008-10-04T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:53:16.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Crap. I'm it.</title><content type='html'>3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;1) Plano Children's Theatre&lt;br /&gt;2) Pine Cove&lt;br /&gt;3) PATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;1) loss of a loved one&lt;br /&gt;2) clowns&lt;br /&gt;3) An angry Mr. Jamey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Obsessions:&lt;br /&gt;1) Facebook&lt;br /&gt;2) editing pictures&lt;br /&gt;3) World of Warcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Surprising Facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm dying my hair black temporarily for my next show.&lt;br /&gt;2) I have some Russian cartoons on VHS tape in my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;3) I can write my name in Japanese!!! 尚美.&lt;br /&gt;   尚 means esteemed&lt;br /&gt;   美 means beauty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-2660519347925530740?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/2660519347925530740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=2660519347925530740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2660519347925530740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2660519347925530740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-crap-im-it.html' title='Oh Crap. I&apos;m it.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1681787810612041526</id><published>2008-10-04T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:57:58.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I LOVE PCT</title><content type='html'>Rehearsal today was beastly... and I found some costume pieces, eliminating the need to spend extra money... but even better was that afterwards I got to hang out with some of my favorite people ever: Katherine, Blakedrew, and Emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to McDonalds. Blakedrew ordered food for his mother, who was in a rehearsal, but then she called and said she wasn't going to eat, so he gave the extra food to me and Katherine. I love McDonalds fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in McDonalds for like 45 minutes talking about funny Princess Bride show moments... it was the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to the PCT area and hung out in the quad... which was amazing... we talked about everything and nothing in particular, and I discovered that I think Katherine is my favorite person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have stayed longer, but when I found out that the others were staying until later, it was too late. That's OK though. I would just now have been getting home, and that's a really long time... but i would have had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm just sitting in my room being reclusive and depressing... staying at PCT would have been better than this... Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1681787810612041526?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1681787810612041526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1681787810612041526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1681787810612041526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1681787810612041526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-pct.html' title='I LOVE PCT'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8863042814290059148</id><published>2008-10-03T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:29:12.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Bumper Stickers</title><content type='html'>Are better than flair... because you can only have 56 buttons on your flairboard, but you can have an unlimited amount of bumper stickers... and it shows who you got the sticker from on your profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that I don't love flair anymore... I still love flair, I just love bumper stickers more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bumper Stickers (New) app is better than the old one because it has a search feature... I just recently switched over to the new version... actually this morning. It's pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... I'm a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8863042814290059148?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8863042814290059148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8863042814290059148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8863042814290059148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8863042814290059148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/10/bumper-stickers.html' title='Bumper Stickers'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8347679233179009756</id><published>2008-10-01T12:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:13:32.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>I really hate writing papers.</title><content type='html'>It's so easy... it just takes too long (don't you hate it when an easy task takes up massive amounts of time?!?)... but it's due tomorrow, so I'd better start working harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written all of three sentences of a 3-5 page paper. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Dante and his stupid Catholic/Pagan/Christian worldviews... D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be on the phone (which is a big deal for me... I hate the phone!)... or wasting my time editing pictures... or trying to fool my cousins into believing I have to wear glasses... or just saying sexy to annoy Kirsten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to work on my paper. rawr. I'd rather be at PCT... or at a skating rink... or at Six Flags... or at the State Fair... or at the mall... or at Pine Cove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Actually, I'd rather be with Mike... or Chloe... or PCT kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather go to a movie... or write a poem... or read a book... or watch Babylon 5... or eat lunch (even though I'm not hungry)... or go work out... or read random blogs... or read my Bible... or memorize my lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather do pretty much anything besides write a paper, but write a paper I must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will go forth and tackle this time consuming assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8347679233179009756?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8347679233179009756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8347679233179009756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8347679233179009756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8347679233179009756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-really-hate-writing-papers.html' title='I really hate writing papers.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3400342549100799661</id><published>2008-09-28T22:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:13:27.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>A poem I wrote</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Fifteen Seconds&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Mike's Philosophy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;The way they talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;Their smiles all seem phony.&lt;br /&gt;They feel compelled to converse,&lt;br /&gt;And put up a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen seconds: all I need&lt;br /&gt;To learn if you're worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;If not, your words are paid no heed.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations if you fit&lt;br /&gt;My standards set up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many earn attention.&lt;br /&gt;Those who do are sincere,&lt;br /&gt;Not moved by forced reception.&lt;br /&gt;They make me happy naturally,&lt;br /&gt;Don't even have to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3400342549100799661?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3400342549100799661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3400342549100799661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3400342549100799661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3400342549100799661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-i-wrote.html' title='A poem I wrote'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3785649679735774181</id><published>2008-09-01T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:13:19.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><content type='html'>Friday night was the bomb. The Gomels and I were honing our creeper skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea and Chloe picked me up to go to the HSAA football game in Rockwall. It was at an elementary school in a downtown neighborhood. We drove to where it was supposed to be and missed a turn... we drove by a school and saw some people in football uniforms, but when we drove up to the field it was a bunch of little kids having a football practice... therefore... we "got lost" near an elementary school. we eventually found the actual place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down for a while watching the football game... but none of us like football, so we climbed the fence and went to this awesome castle playground and sat in the chair swings and gave people nicknames that they will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back under the fence to the football game... we started messing with cameras, and Chelsea took a picture of a few guys from the opposite team and then was checking out their butts... by zooming in with her camera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the game ended (this is the disappointing part) we lost 47-20... so that sucked... but someone was dehydrated and and had to be rushed to the hospital... that was pretty interesting... Anyway, we decided to go to IHOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left and were trying to get back to Plano... and we got lost for real because of all the one way streets... so we had to call Mr. Gomel to get directions. Meanwhile, I was talking to Mike on the phone, and somehow we had ended up talking about syrup... of course, confusing everyone else in the car... that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually got to IHOP... let me tell you, it's pretty shady in the middle of the night... wierd people go there... and usually it's completely full, especially after midnight. Anyway, this guy came in with a pretty big group of teenagers, and Chelsea knew him, so she said hi... well... he just looked at her like she was crazy... and later, he came to our table, and he was like, "I'm sorry, but who are you?" So we knew someone who didn't know us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate, we went to the Gomel's house... but before we got there, we drove by this guy's house twice (because this is the person that Chloe is stalking), and when we got to the Gomel's house, we went into Chelsea's room and looked at every single photo of that person on facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we made a quiz on quizfarm.com about being a creeper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www.quizfarm.com/quiz_repository/Stalker/264747/"&gt;Are you a creeper?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3785649679735774181?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3785649679735774181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3785649679735774181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3785649679735774181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3785649679735774181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-182109732189145298</id><published>2008-08-25T08:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:33:28.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm calm, I'm cool</title><content type='html'>hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tech week starts tonight... but I have tons to do before then... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about Forum! It's going to be brilliant (i hope), because we have 6 days of tech rehearsal instead of 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of nervous, because I have to open on Saturday... eh, that's what tech week is for, perfecting the show and your self confidence (of course that only works if Jamey doesn't yell at you for missing a cue... I hope I don't miss any cues... I should make a cue sheet... so I don't have to find the cues in my script between scenes... which is what causes most of my missed cues... I think I will make a cue sheet... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reeeeeallllly hope my favorite depressing person can come... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm too tired and lazy to take my shower now, so I think I will get my script and make my cue sheet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-182109732189145298?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/182109732189145298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=182109732189145298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/182109732189145298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/182109732189145298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-calm-im-cool.html' title='I&apos;m calm, I&apos;m cool'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3588226862046512099</id><published>2008-08-22T08:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:33:16.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Tree Hugger</title><content type='html'>The flower said, "I wish I was a tree"&lt;br /&gt;The tree said, "I wish I could be a different kind of tree"&lt;br /&gt;The cat wished that it was a bee&lt;br /&gt;The turtle wished that it could fly&lt;br /&gt;Really high into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Over rooftops and then dive&lt;br /&gt;Deep into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sea there is a fish&lt;br /&gt;A fish that has a secret wish&lt;br /&gt;A wish to be a big cactus&lt;br /&gt;With a big flower on it.&lt;br /&gt;In the sea there is a fish&lt;br /&gt;A fish that has a secret wish&lt;br /&gt;A wish to be a big cactus&lt;br /&gt;With a big flower on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rattlesnake said, "I wish I had hands&lt;br /&gt;So I could hug you like a man,"&lt;br /&gt;But then the cactus said,&lt;br /&gt;"But don't you understand,&lt;br /&gt;My skin is covered with sharp spikes&lt;br /&gt;That will stab you like a thousand knives.&lt;br /&gt;A hug would be nice,&lt;br /&gt;But hug my flower with your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flower said, "I wish I was a tree"&lt;br /&gt;The tree said, "I wish I could be a different kind of tree"&lt;br /&gt;The cat wished that it was a bee&lt;br /&gt;The turtle wished that it could fly&lt;br /&gt;Really high into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Over rooftops and then dive&lt;br /&gt;Deep into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sea there is a fish&lt;br /&gt;A fish that has a secret wish&lt;br /&gt;A wish to be a big cactus&lt;br /&gt;With a big flower on it.&lt;br /&gt;In the sea there is a fish&lt;br /&gt; A fish that has a secret wish&lt;br /&gt; A wish to be a big cactus&lt;br /&gt; With a big flower on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that one depressing person is a lot less depressing this morning... because of cell phones...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3588226862046512099?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3588226862046512099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3588226862046512099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3588226862046512099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3588226862046512099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/08/tree-hugger.html' title='Tree Hugger'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3936512407600795043</id><published>2008-08-20T11:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:21:09.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wowwie Kazowwie!</title><content type='html'>yay! gala rehearsal tonight at 7!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to be in Beethoven Day (Charlie Brown), a couple songs from Little Shop, and Comedy Tonight (Forum)!!! I'm suuuuuuuper excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't found good sandals for forum though... I better go shopping ASAP... maybe before rehearsal today... idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extraordinarily happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, funny story...&lt;br /&gt;There's this cute guy at PATH... so, Chloe saw this cute guy when she was there for Biology, but it turns out that he is in my Chemistry class... I told this to Chloe and she was like... "ooh! what's his name?!?" and I said "Dane." Then she asked me what his last name was and I didn't know, so we looked him up in the directory and found out his name was Dane Gunther. She then looked him up on Facebook, but she said she wasn't going to friend him because she had never met him... so she told me to friend him. Then she decided she wanted to find out where he lived... so we looked up his address. It turns out that he lives like 2 blocks away. Then Chloe said: "lets take a walk to the park that's by his house and then go look at his house!" Her reason for all this was, as she put it: "Now that Eli's gone I need someone new to obsess over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. my best friend is a stalker. lol... we had fun with that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope a certain depressing person read this and became a little bit less depressing... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3936512407600795043?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3936512407600795043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3936512407600795043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3936512407600795043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3936512407600795043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/08/wowwie-kazowwie.html' title='Wowwie Kazowwie!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-136696255809745961</id><published>2008-08-03T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:15:16.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Stupid Lappy!</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to watch more Babylon 5 since i got home from camp... but the stupid laptop would NOT start... cuz it's not apple!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side... I'm going to a rehearsal tomorrow! I've missed my theatre kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm going to Wolf Pen on Thursday!!! And my friend Mike that I met at Pine Cove is probably coming. Mike would be my best friend if he lived in Plano, but he lives in Sulphur Springs... which is where Wolf Pen is!!!! so that's why he's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to maybe go to Chloe's house and watch Edward Scissorhands... and i want to go to a movie with Val... but on Wednesday I'm for sure going to Senna's house and watching Aladdin!! since none of the youth group will be here, we decided we'd do our own Wednesday night get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww... Denali is cute!! She's running around the house looking for something to play with. Too bad she's such a bad dog. Maria the kitty is so fat. Pepe is "svelte" according to my mom. I used to think she was saying "felt" and was very confused until she spelled the word "svelte" to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Preston would say: "Webster's dictionary defines the word "svelte" like this: having clean lines; slender." But I'm not Preston... so I would say this: "the word svelte means slender and lithe." I don't know what you would say... maybe... "what does the word svelte mean? I think I'll look in the dictionary. Oh! it means: slender, or lithe, or having clean lines."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can you tell I'm bored? I've been on the compy pretty much since I got back from Pine Cove on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lupers visited. I had forgotten how cool Elizabeth was... of course it's still kind of awkward at first when you're having to catch up with the times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I smell bad, so I'm going to go take a shower or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-136696255809745961?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/136696255809745961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=136696255809745961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/136696255809745961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/136696255809745961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/08/stupid-lappy.html' title='Stupid Lappy!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3362737329385581416</id><published>2008-07-18T16:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:51:48.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There should be a topic somewhere...</title><content type='html'>i don't have a topic..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, Red team is almost 3,000,000 points ahead of blue team... can we keep it that way? probably not... right now i don't even have spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Kids camp went well. i'm glad it's over though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy's birthday party was today. that was fun. I like hanging out with my parents' friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna go watch Babylon 5 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3362737329385581416?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3362737329385581416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3362737329385581416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3362737329385581416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3362737329385581416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/07/there-should-be-topic-somewhere.html' title='There should be a topic somewhere...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7252551571444215920</id><published>2008-07-07T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:16:39.311-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Mission Monday week 1</title><content type='html'>The youth group at church is doing a student ministry program all throughout this month called Mission Monday. We will be doing different activities of evangelism in and around Plano. This week Corinn, Clay, Callie, JoyAnna, Hayley, Victor, Pauline (one of the "french chicks" that the Purdy's are hosting), Kim Skaggs, and I showed up. Today we went to Stonebriar Mall and witnessed to complete strangers. It was nerve wracking to say the least, fantastic to say the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we left, Matt discussed what we were going to do, and Callie expressed the need to be saved, so Callie became a Christian today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when we got to Stonebriar, Matt split the nine of us into three groups. I was with Hayley and Callie, and we were scared to death... I hate starting conversations. The first place we went was Hot Topic, since the people who work there are nice and tend to start conversations. The guy who worked there came up and asked what was up, and this is what I said: "Hey, can I tell you something fantastic?!?!" and he said sure. "When I was little I used to beat up on my brother!" And then I proceeded to finish my testimony... yeah. not the thing to say... I asked him if he had had a life changing experience, and he sarcastically replied: "oh yes, hundreds of times." and walked off. A little later, Hayley needed to throw something away, but the nearest trash can was right in front of Hot Topic. She went to throw it away, and the guy inside was glaring at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously after that I felt intimidated... and really awkward... and I didn't want to talk to anyone else. No one else wanted to start a conversation either, so we found Matt, and he helped start us on a conversation with three girls. It turned out they were already Christians, but they let Callie practice giving her testimony to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we talked with Kim, and it turned out that Clay had led a man to Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time spent walking around, Callie, Hayley and I talked to a lady who was waiting for someone in front of the candy store. She was a Christian as well, but she let us practice on her, and then she shared about a time when she had really felt God's presence and power. She didn't seem to see how anyone could NOT believe and trust in God if they had seen the world around them. She was very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met up with several people, and Kim went off with Hayley and Callie, and I walked around with Clay and Victor. We were supposed to find someone else to talk to, but we didn't. We ended up walking around aimlessly until it was time to meet everyone else in order to go back to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, Kim also helped Hayley to lead someone to Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all we witnessed to about 10 people, and led 3 people to a relationship with Jesus (that includes Callie). I'd say that was a pretty fruitful afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7252551571444215920?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7252551571444215920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7252551571444215920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7252551571444215920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7252551571444215920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/07/mission-monday-week-1.html' title='Mission Monday week 1'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-495744688829283017</id><published>2008-07-06T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:48:45.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm SOO Lazy!</title><content type='html'>OK, I'll admit I stole this from my mother... cuz i'm lazy and I didn't wanna write about this in my own words... I have better things to do (not!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor likes Cats!&lt;br /&gt;No, not the furry, cute cuddly ones. Black Cats. The ones that have a short fuse and a loud boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Independence Day a little differently this year. First, we declared our freedom by flying on Southwest to El Paso. Flying standby means taking the risk that you might be stuck in the airport for a few hours. I'm happy to say that didn't happen on the 4th, but we were the last 7 of 28 non-revs that flew on the first flight to El Paso on Friday. WE made the plane be completely full (Reuben almost had to ride on a jumpseat, but got moved to a regular one, so technically one more person could have gotten on the plane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got to El Paso, we rented a Dodge Grand Caravan from Advantage Car Rental. We got a brand new one that only had 2 miles on the odometer. We had to follow the maintenance guy to the garage so he could install the front license plate on the van. It had a DVD player, so our first stop was Target to buy movies for the road trip to Lordsburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Target was part of a mall, so we shoe shopped for Laney. No luck. There must be a lot of girls in El Paso that wear size 4 shoes because we couldn't find a decent thing in her size. Naomi was lucky, however, she got some awesome high tops at Journeys that were 1/3 off plus I had a leftover Christmas gift card for an additional $6.71. I convinced her it was "now or never" for those shoes, so she bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm way off the point of this story. What is the point? you ask. The point is good old fashioned "do it yourself" fireworks. We set out toward Lordsburg, NM to meet the Acostas and do fireworks the way they were intended to be done. What's more freeing than lighting those little fuses and waiting for results? In most cases, the results don't require much waiting at all. We got to Lordsburg around 4 o'clock. Checked into a lovely inn called "America's Best Value Inn". I proceeded to find Crystal and Carlos who had bought the stash of fireworks on the way into town. Carlos has the frequent buyer card, so he had to be in charge of the purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told the kids we were going to experience fireworks the way I did them as a child. I was wrong about that. As a child we would buy a packs of Black Cats, maybe 1 roman candle, a box of sparklers, a dozen or so bottle rockets and a couple other assorted items. Our items generally filled a shoebox. We would separate the Cats out an make them last a few days. When I saw the "loot" Carlos had, I told the kids this wasn't exactly how I had celebrated. Carlos had 4 storage sized boxes of wonderful pyrotechnics! This was the stuff my brother and I had only dreamed about. He had a separate container for "my bottle rockets". Carlos doesn't usually buy these, since they break all the safety rules (they are unpredictable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8:15 the fun began. Carlos, the expert, had arranged all the fireworks in order from exciting to most exciting. We spent hours lighting, watching, ooing and aahing. The best part was that there were people all around the little town doing the same thing. Fortunately, the other groups were a safe distance away. Timothy got startled early on and he ran off and didn't want to come near the fireworks again. Naomi and Elena gently coaxed him back by having him step on the "Pop its!" they dropped for him. Gradually they got him to join in the fun. He even held his own sparkler. Joel was gung-ho from the beginning. Laughing crazily with each pop and boom of the display. All the kids, including Reuben, got to light various crackers and bombs throughout the evening. My favorite were the "California Candles" which were glorified sparklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor's favorites were the Cats. We had several packages. We each got to light them in the way we saw fit. As a child, I had always wanted to light the whole string of them, making the loud, quick pops all together and seeing them go up in glory. I never did that, because the fun lasted longer when we took them apart and shot them individually. This time I got to light the whole string of them, and it was loud and over very quickly. Victor, however, chose to take them apart, popping them one at a time. He would light the fuse and throw them, savoring them, just like I did as a kid. He liked that best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the final whistling bottle rockets were shot, we went to bed for a short nights rest. In the morning, the little town was quiet again and littered with debris from the celebration. I walked to see a couple burned out spots where the grass had caught fire. Later, I saw Victor out walking, too, combing the ground for the Cats that had been dropped. Carlos lit a punk for him so he could have a few more moments of the thrill of freedom. Freedom to live a little dangerously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-495744688829283017?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/495744688829283017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=495744688829283017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/495744688829283017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/495744688829283017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-soo-lazy.html' title='I&apos;m SOO Lazy!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4754769720155256725</id><published>2008-06-25T07:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:24:39.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>I'm Gone</title><content type='html'>This morning I'm leaving for San Antonio with the SLU graduates. Leave comments on the blog, as well as on Myspace and Facebook, for me to read when I get back! We're gonna have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see y'all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4754769720155256725?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4754769720155256725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4754769720155256725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4754769720155256725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4754769720155256725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-gone.html' title='I&apos;m Gone'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3000094795209995544</id><published>2008-06-22T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:37:28.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Coincidence</title><content type='html'>I went to lunch with Corinn this morning after church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pei Wei... i love Chinese food. it was yummy. After eating, Corinn called her dad to come pick us up, but I didn't call my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil picked us up, and we drove along, until we had to stop at a red light. My dad called at that exact moment and told me he was on his way to pick me up. He said he was at the intersection of Park and Alma, and asked where we were. "Park and Alma," I replied. He thought I was repeating what he just said, so he asked where we were again. I said, "in the silver car across the street. I can see you right now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good laugh over that coincidence after I switched cars in the parking lot of a nearby office complex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3000094795209995544?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3000094795209995544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3000094795209995544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3000094795209995544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3000094795209995544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/06/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3935784999522083913</id><published>2008-06-21T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:24:08.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while (Facebook)</title><content type='html'>I've been pressing my parents (with the help of my parents' friends) to get a facebook for a while (actually it was mostly my parents friends work). It finally worked. My mom was not that hard to convince, because she saw that all her friends were getting facebook and having a great time. My dad was a little harder to coerce... it took the hard work of the Speers and the Stueves (actually, just them saying it was a facebook Scrabulous/Word Twist night) to convince him. Before he left I asked him if he was prepared for the onslaught of pressure. He replied that he knew they were going to try and force him to get a Facebook, but he thought he'd probably not ever update it, so he was prepared to try and get away without getting one. Turns out that if you didnt have a Facebook you wouldn't have any fun at the game night... so my dad got one. Everyone needs to comment him a lot so he will get the email notifications and actually get online every once in a while. And send him lots of geeky flair. I think I'll go send him flair RIGHT NOW! hmm... maybe something about a "bad sign" and a car driving off a cliff... or maybe something about World of Warcrack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3935784999522083913?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3935784999522083913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3935784999522083913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3935784999522083913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3935784999522083913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-while-facebook.html' title='It&apos;s been a while (Facebook)'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6434994444194054825</id><published>2008-05-29T14:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T15:02:15.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do I need to know this? probably not.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Useless Facts</title><content type='html'>» At -40 degrees Centigrade/Fahrenheit, a person loses about 14.4 calories per hour by breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» There are only four words in the English language that end in "-dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» More than 2,500 left handed people are killed every year from using right handed products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» The tip of a 1/3-inch long hour hand on a wristwatch travels at 0.00000275 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» It takes about a half a gallon of water to cook macaroni, and about a gallon to clean the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» The number of cars on the planet is increasing 3 times faster than the population growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» It took 1,175 animators working in Disney studios in Burbank, California, Orlando, Florida, and Paris, France to complete the animated Tarzan. Because of the time differences, production was able to occur around the clock for more than three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» In chess, there are 169,518,829,100,544,000,000,000,000,000 ways to play the first ten moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» You use more calories eating celery than there are in the celery itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» There are 1 million ants for every person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Odds of being killed by space debris - 1 in 5 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Odds of being killed by falling out of bed - 1 in 2 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Termites eat through wood 2 times faster when listening to rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» The Apollo 11 only had 20 seconds of fuel when it landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» 13 people are killed each year by vending machine's falling on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Driving 55 miles (88 km) per hour instead of 65 miles (105 km) per hour increases your gas mileage by about 15%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» There are more than 1,000 chemicals in a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Your brain weighs around 3 pounds. All but about ten ounces is water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» A can of SPAM is opened every 4 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» There are 336 dimples on a regulation golf ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» The world record for rocking non-stop in a rocking chair is 440 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» The world record for rain boot tossing is 179.14 feet (54.60 m).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» More Monopoly money is printed in a year than real money throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» Sneeze travels out of your mouth at over 100 miles (161 km) an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» If the population of China walked past you in single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» The earth weighs around 6,588,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» The average person laughs 15 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;» When glass breaks, the cracks move at speeds up to 3,000 miles (4827 km) per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.brainofbrian.com/"&gt;www.brainofbrian.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6434994444194054825?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6434994444194054825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6434994444194054825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6434994444194054825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6434994444194054825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/05/useless-facts.html' title='Useless Facts'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1639198968883091109</id><published>2008-05-21T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:32:16.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>Ok, I thought I was a HUGE nerd and fangirl until I went to the special showing of Death Note, the live action movie of one of my favorite anime/mangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe and I dragged Victor and Grant to the theater, bought our tickets, and chose a seat at the back of the theater, since the room was almost full even though it was 45 minutes before the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waiting a while some guys came in and we overheard this: "Oh sure, we'll come to Death Note, NO ONE will come to Death Note! THE THEATER IS PACKED!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie started, all these fangirls started cheering for their favorite characters. It made me feel good about myself because I wasn't obsessed with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So believe it or not, I'm not as geeky as you all thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1639198968883091109?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1639198968883091109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1639198968883091109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1639198968883091109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1639198968883091109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/05/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5635364656104771116</id><published>2008-05-14T21:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T22:03:05.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Last class is tomorrow, but I still have to finish proofing my paper (which means getting my dad to proof it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad can't read the paper until he puts my siblings to bed. But they won't go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thisclose&lt;/span&gt; to being done with school for the summer, and I can't finish until after they go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I'm going to see Chess again! YAY! I'll be silently bragging that I'm done with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dinner with the cast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5635364656104771116?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5635364656104771116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5635364656104771116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5635364656104771116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5635364656104771116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7471221484763953585</id><published>2008-05-11T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:20:08.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>a;sslkdfj;oawiefu;oavjaserfj</title><content type='html'>School is almost over, and I can't concentrate at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see my friends in Chess today. It was good. Very good. And they were very happy to see me. Colin volunteered a hug. So did Katherine. And Marina was wowed that I had no braces. I'm going again on Friday and going afterward to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have to listen to Thomas Aquinas tapes all day tomorrow and write a paper after that... rawr-mrgh... death on toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-7471221484763953585?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7471221484763953585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7471221484763953585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7471221484763953585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7471221484763953585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/05/asslkdfjoawiefuoavjaserfj.html' title='a;sslkdfj;oawiefu;oavjaserfj'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3915371632676298842</id><published>2008-05-07T14:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:28:47.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I have come to realize...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that:&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to be done with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; when I talk:&lt;br /&gt;I tend to say stupid things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that I love:&lt;br /&gt;summer break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that my frien&lt;wbr&gt;ds:&lt;br /&gt;are usually there for me, even if it doesn't feel that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; I've lost:&lt;br /&gt;focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; I hate:&lt;br /&gt;thinking I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; marri&lt;wbr&gt;age is:&lt;br /&gt;going to be brilliant... in several years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; somew&lt;wbr&gt;here,&lt;wbr&gt; someo&lt;wbr&gt;ne is think&lt;wbr&gt;ing:&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder what's for dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; I'll alway&lt;wbr&gt;s:&lt;br /&gt;screw up something or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; I have a crush&lt;wbr&gt; on:&lt;br /&gt;someone maybe not very beautiful, but wonderful all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; the last time I truly&lt;wbr&gt; cried&lt;wbr&gt; was:&lt;br /&gt;when Eli denounced me as a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; my cell phone&lt;wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;runs out of batteries too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; when I wake up in the morni&lt;wbr&gt;ng:&lt;br /&gt;it's later than I should have woken up, but I hate mornings, so I stay in bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; befor&lt;wbr&gt;e I go to sleep&lt;wbr&gt; at night&lt;wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I have to read something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; right&lt;wbr&gt; now I am think&lt;wbr&gt;ing about&lt;wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;how annoying my homework is and how I wish it would finish itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; I get on myspa&lt;wbr&gt;ce:&lt;br /&gt;way too often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze, that today&lt;wbr&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I will finish the City of God homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze, that tonig&lt;wbr&gt;ht I will:&lt;br /&gt;probably not get to go to American Idol night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; my body is:&lt;br /&gt;not perfect, but good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; tomor&lt;wbr&gt;row I will have to:&lt;br /&gt;go to Six Flags with my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; this summe&lt;wbr&gt;r:&lt;br /&gt;is going to be great. I will be so happy to not do schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; this year:&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually SUPER excited about summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; peopl&lt;wbr&gt;e:&lt;br /&gt;make mistakes quite often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; love:&lt;br /&gt;has not been made clear to me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to reali&lt;wbr&gt;ze that,&lt;wbr&gt; this weeke&lt;wbr&gt;nd i will:&lt;br /&gt;visit my cousins' house and go see Chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&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/4979113035090235866-3915371632676298842?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3915371632676298842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3915371632676298842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3915371632676298842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3915371632676298842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-come-to-realize.html' title='I have come to realize...'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-407603220565466907</id><published>2008-05-01T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:46:25.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Check it out</title><content type='html'>I know you might think I'm silly, but I like how these cassette tapes look... even though I really never used cassette tapes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-407603220565466907?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/407603220565466907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=407603220565466907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/407603220565466907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/407603220565466907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6792287162004448989</id><published>2008-04-25T10:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:41:05.462-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Waiting.</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for my Naruto to download. I hope it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, America did a TERRIBLE job voting for American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom two were Syesha and Carly, and Carly got voted off. It so should have been Brooke or Jason. I love Jason and his beautiful eyes, but he really needs to go now. My top 3 WERE David Cook, David Archuleta, and Carly Smithson, but now that CARLY got voted off (stupid America), I guess I'll have to add Syesha instead. David Archuleta will probably win, since he has such a huge fanbase, but I hope it will be David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Naruto is done downloading, so I'd better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6792287162004448989?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6792287162004448989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6792287162004448989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6792287162004448989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6792287162004448989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-184658324511563449</id><published>2008-04-22T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:42:41.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Did Christianity Cause the Fall of Rome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paragraph 1: Describe the gods' protection of Priam before the altar as told by Virgil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paragraph 2: Describe the kind of gods to whom Rome was content to entrust its protection&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paragraph 3: Describe the Christian view of history&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sum up this whole assignment in one sentence:&lt;br /&gt;Christianity did not cause the fall of Rome, it was the Roman religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no motivation to write this paper at all. How the crap am I supposed to fill three paragraphs with the information I have? I can't even think what to write in the introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck does school have to run this long...&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I should look at the bright side. I have only twelve hours of class time left, while public school has 5 1/2 five day weeks left... at eight hours a day! I shouldn't be complaining, but I have spring fever, and I have it BAD. I don't feel like doing anything at all, least of all preparing this paper and next week's five minute speech. At least I'm done with Math and Science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray for motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-184658324511563449?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/184658324511563449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=184658324511563449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/184658324511563449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/184658324511563449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/04/did-christianity-cause-fall-of-rome.html' title='Did Christianity Cause the Fall of Rome?'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6029141479443036501</id><published>2008-04-20T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:15.599-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hehe</title><content type='html'>I get my braces off Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING CHEWY  JUNK FOOD TO IDOL NIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and caramel corn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6029141479443036501?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6029141479443036501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6029141479443036501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6029141479443036501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6029141479443036501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/04/hehe.html' title='Hehe'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-6121231118200760443</id><published>2008-04-11T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:15.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Wow... School is almost over</title><content type='html'>I just finished the last page in my biology workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. That means that Nathan and Eli are leaving PATH soon. That's along with Erik, Zoe, and the Duncans, the Moellendorfs, and Joslynn. Next year is going to be different. Way different. We'll have a new director and assistant director. A new treasurer, and an incomplete band. Not to mention, I'll be the last one of the people who were my friends when I came last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to miss Eli and Nathan. At least we will still get together. Hopefully VERY often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Chloe, Sophie, and Jessica are coming back. I won't be without old friends at PATH. I just don't know who will play electric guitar and bass. I should take up bass... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know for sure. WALL-E. My biology alumni WILL go see it... even if I have to drag them with me, which I know I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for our co-op, with all the transitions, and new people, and old people leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-6121231118200760443?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/6121231118200760443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=6121231118200760443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6121231118200760443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/6121231118200760443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/04/wow-school-is-almost-over.html' title='Wow... School is almost over'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-7783318975355880728</id><published>2008-04-02T01:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:15.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I can't sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinPost_BodyRO_Textbox"&gt;so, yeah, its my birthday now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about finishing my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my leaf collection would do itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my paper would do itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish I could sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what we'll do at my birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't plan anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fun my friends.&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/4979113035090235866-7783318975355880728?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/7783318975355880728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=7783318975355880728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7783318975355880728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/7783318975355880728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-sleep.html' title='I can&apos;t sleep'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3145525941963157112</id><published>2008-03-18T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:41:05.463-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Yay. Another Serving of Geek</title><content type='html'>Yep. I play World of Warcraft. You may be thinking, how much more nerd can you get from me, well this is not the last of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-08976220277686824 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/ov07yLusCKs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ov07yLusCKs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ov07yLusCKs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.&lt;br /&gt;Name: Danae&lt;br /&gt;Realm: Blood Furnace&lt;br /&gt;Race: Human&lt;br /&gt;Class: Mage&lt;br /&gt;Specialty: FIRE ForTheWin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3145525941963157112?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3145525941963157112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3145525941963157112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3145525941963157112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3145525941963157112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay-another-serving-of-geek.html' title='Yay. Another Serving of Geek'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-3680771178516464391</id><published>2008-03-16T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:15.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Heart Longs for Pine Cove</title><content type='html'>Mercy is falling, is falling, is falling.&lt;br /&gt;Mercy is falling like a sweet spring rain&lt;br /&gt;Mercy is falling, is falling all over me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HeyO! I receive your mercy&lt;br /&gt;HeyO! I receive your grace&lt;br /&gt;HeyO! I will dance forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL DANCE, I'LL SING, TO BE MAD FOR MY KING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-3680771178516464391?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/3680771178516464391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=3680771178516464391' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3680771178516464391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/3680771178516464391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-heart-longs-for-pine-cove.html' title='My Heart Longs for Pine Cove'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5629048533851398763</id><published>2008-03-15T11:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:41:05.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Is He Depressed, or is He a Mess?</title><content type='html'>You might have already realized my inner nerd loves anime and World of Warcraft. Well, here is a funny spoof on one of my favorite animes, Naruto (that's right, be appalled). Be prepared to not understand anything... that is, if you're not Robert, Chloe, or Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HdONgu6KXE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2HdONgu6KXE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vx-GP8X8kWA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vx-GP8X8kWA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it. Hope you enjoyed that even if you didn't understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5629048533851398763?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5629048533851398763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5629048533851398763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5629048533851398763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5629048533851398763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-he-depressed-or-is-he-mess.html' title='Is He Depressed, or is He a Mess?'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-4050234631171473828</id><published>2008-02-27T14:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:41:05.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>Do I really have time for this? No.</title><content type='html'>101. My name is: Naomi&lt;br /&gt;100. I was born in: This suburban city that I live in now&lt;br /&gt;99. I am really: awkward&lt;br /&gt;98. My cell phone company is: Well, if I had a phone it would be T-Mobile&lt;br /&gt;97. My eye color is: blue&lt;br /&gt;96. My shoe size is: 8 1/2&lt;br /&gt;95. My ring size is: 6.5&lt;br /&gt;94. My height is: 5' 6"&lt;br /&gt;93. I am allergic to: Bermuda grass&lt;br /&gt;92. I was born: April 2, 1993&lt;br /&gt;91. I am annoyed by: The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aeneid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Last book you read: The last one I finished was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Odyssey,&lt;/span&gt; but right now I'm reading the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aeneid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. My bed is: close to the ground&lt;br /&gt;88: One thing you hate about yourself: right now? my hair&lt;br /&gt;87. My favorite Holiday is: Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;86. The perfect kiss: comes on the wedding&lt;br /&gt;85. The last cd I bought were: I don't remember, probably the Little Shop soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;84. Are you living at home: yes.&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you have any siblings: oh, we all know I have too many (4)&lt;br /&gt;82. Are your parents divorced: nope&lt;br /&gt;81. What did you do yesterday: homework... I also played WoW for like 5 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::I Believe In:::&lt;br /&gt;80. Love at first sight: no&lt;br /&gt;79. Luck: yes&lt;br /&gt;78. Fate: no&lt;br /&gt;77. Yourself: usually&lt;br /&gt;76. Aliens: no&lt;br /&gt;75. Heaven: yes&lt;br /&gt;74. Hell: yes&lt;br /&gt;73. Ghosts: no&lt;br /&gt;72. Horoscopes: nope&lt;br /&gt;71. Soulmates: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Which is Better:::&lt;br /&gt;70. Hugs or Kisses: HUGE HUGS!! You better squeeze me tight&lt;br /&gt;69. Gold or Silver: silver&lt;br /&gt;68. Phone or Online: online&lt;br /&gt;67. Red heads or Black haired: black&lt;br /&gt;66. Blondes or Brunettes: brunette&lt;br /&gt;65. Hot or cold: cold&lt;br /&gt;64. Summer or winter: both&lt;br /&gt;63. Fall or Spring: fall&lt;br /&gt;62. Chocolate or vanilla: both&lt;br /&gt;61. Night or Day: night&lt;br /&gt;60. Oranges or Apples: oranges&lt;br /&gt;59. Curly or Straight hair: curly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Here’s What I Think About::&lt;br /&gt;58. Abortion: is the extinguishing of a baby's life... it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;57. Backstabbers: get on my nerves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:::Last time I:::&lt;br /&gt;56.Had food? like 15 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;55. Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: Thursday, I saw Robert&lt;br /&gt;54. Cried in front of someone: Monday... I don't wanna tell the story&lt;br /&gt;53. Who is the ditziest person you know: Elena&lt;br /&gt;52. Who makes you laugh the most: Victor&lt;br /&gt;51. The last movie I saw: The Bourne Supremacy&lt;br /&gt;50. What I don’t understand is: hormones&lt;br /&gt;49. Something I always really miss when I leave home is: the washing machine&lt;br /&gt;48. The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: Piney Cove&lt;br /&gt;47. The thing that I’m not looking forward to is: Giving a speech&lt;br /&gt;46. Tomorrow: I have a boring class.&lt;br /&gt;45. Today: I hate Virgil&lt;br /&gt;44. Next Summer: I will go to Pine Cove!!!&lt;br /&gt;43. Next Weekend: I have shows (COME!!)&lt;br /&gt;42. People call me: Naomi, Na-Homie&lt;br /&gt;41. The person who knows the most about me is: God&lt;br /&gt;40. The most difficult thing to do is: make yourself stop having a crush on someone&lt;br /&gt;39. I have gotten a speeding ticket: never&lt;br /&gt;38.My zodiac sign is: aries&lt;br /&gt;37. The first person i talked to today was: Mrs. Speer&lt;br /&gt;36. First time you had a crush: 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;35. The one person who i can’t hide things from: Jesus&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday&lt;br /&gt;33. Right now I am talking to: myself&lt;br /&gt;32. What is your dream job? physicist&lt;br /&gt;31. First real job: not yet... I can get one when I turn 15&lt;br /&gt;30. I have/will get a job: yes&lt;br /&gt;29. I have these pets: Denali (great dane), Pépe, María (cats, Lacey (Victor's tarantula), Vizzini (Joel's guinea pig), and 2 gerbils (also Joel's)&lt;br /&gt;28. I wish: Summer break were here.&lt;br /&gt;27. The worst sound in the world: styrofoam squeaking, Chak squeaking, chewing with the mouth open&lt;br /&gt;26. The person that makes me cry the most is? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;25. Best sound in the world: laughter&lt;br /&gt;24. Person[s] that makes you happy: PCT kids&lt;br /&gt;23. Florida or Hawaii: Florida&lt;br /&gt;22. My favorite piece of clothing: my new skinny jeans and all my feminine cut t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;21. Last time I cried: Monday&lt;br /&gt;20. My friends are: the bomb.com&lt;br /&gt;19. My computer is: not mine&lt;br /&gt;18. The school I go to is: my house&lt;br /&gt;17. Last person I got mad at: Timothy&lt;br /&gt;16. The all-time best movie is: Hey! I like a lot of movies, DONT MAKE ME PICK&lt;br /&gt;15. The all-time best feeling in the world is: satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;14. I lose all respect for people who: lie.&lt;br /&gt;13. The movie I cried at was: Bridge to Terebithia&lt;br /&gt;12. TV channels you watch: ABC, Disney (still...)&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite web site: myspace&lt;br /&gt;10. I like/love: Many, many ladies and gentlemen who are my acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;9. The worst pain I was ever in was: I can't remember... I blocked it out of my memory&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite word is: onomatopoeia and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My room is: Orange&lt;br /&gt;6. My favorite celebrity is: Johnny Depp, Jennifer Garner&lt;br /&gt;5. My weakness is: If there were no hormones, I would have no weakness... idk&lt;br /&gt;4. What I like about the opposite sex is: eyes and personality&lt;br /&gt;3. Who broke your heart: My mother (long story... actually it wasn't her... literally)&lt;br /&gt;2. One thing that makes you feel great is: getting a bear hug&lt;br /&gt;1. One person that you wish you could see right now: Chloe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-4050234631171473828?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/4050234631171473828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=4050234631171473828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4050234631171473828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/4050234631171473828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-i-really-have-time-for-this-no.html' title='Do I really have time for this? No.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-5295851981607018004</id><published>2008-02-11T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:15.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I've Got a Mouth that Wants to Sing!</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to be in the worship band class this semester at PATH, but I had Algebra.&lt;br /&gt;The people in band wanted me to sing with them, so I made a compromise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our two hour algebra class we usually finish running through our lessons like 15 minutes into the second hour, so the teachers from both classes are letting me go to most of the worship class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I sang in front of the whole co-op. It was so much fun. Kind of scary, but satisfying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-5295851981607018004?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/5295851981607018004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=5295851981607018004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5295851981607018004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/5295851981607018004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-got-mouth-that-wants-to-sing.html' title='I&apos;ve Got a Mouth that Wants to Sing!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-8092849562628099350</id><published>2008-02-10T15:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:41:05.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.</title><content type='html'>This is a transcription of my favorite Dr. Seuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fish, Two fish, Red fish, Blue fish,&lt;br /&gt;Black fish, Blue fish, Old fish, New fish.&lt;br /&gt;This one has a littlecar.&lt;br /&gt;This one has a little star.&lt;br /&gt;Say! What a lot of fish there are.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Some are red, and some are blue.&lt;br /&gt;Some are old and some are new.&lt;br /&gt;Some are sad, and some are glad,&lt;br /&gt;And some are very, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why are they sad and glad and bad?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know, go ask your dad.&lt;br /&gt;Some are thin, and some are fat.&lt;br /&gt;The fat one has a yellow hat.&lt;br /&gt;From there to here,&lt;br /&gt;From here to there,&lt;br /&gt;Funny things are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some who like to run.&lt;br /&gt;They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh me! Oh my! Oh me! oh my!&lt;br /&gt;What a lot of funny things go by.&lt;br /&gt;Some have two feet and some have four.&lt;br /&gt;Some have six feet and some have more.&lt;br /&gt;Where do they come from? I can't say.&lt;br /&gt;But I bet they have come a long, long way.&lt;br /&gt;we see them come, we see them go.&lt;br /&gt;Some are fast. Some are slow.&lt;br /&gt;Some are high. Some are low.&lt;br /&gt;Not one of them is like another.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us why, go ask your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say! Look at his fingers!&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three...&lt;br /&gt;How many fingers do I see?&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four,&lt;br /&gt;five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.&lt;br /&gt;He has eleven!&lt;br /&gt;Eleven! This is something new.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had eleven too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bump! Bump! Bump!&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever ride a Wump?&lt;br /&gt;We have a Wump with just one hump.&lt;br /&gt;But we know a man called Mr. Gump.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. gump has a seven hump Wump. So...&lt;br /&gt;If you like to go Bump! Bump!&lt;br /&gt;Just jump on the hump of the Wump of Gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? My name is Ned&lt;br /&gt;I do not like my little bed.&lt;br /&gt;This is no good. This is not right.&lt;br /&gt;My feet stick out of bed all night.&lt;br /&gt;And when I pull them in, Oh, Dear!&lt;br /&gt;My head sticks out of bed up here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like our bike. It is made for three.&lt;br /&gt;Our Mike sits up in back, you see.&lt;br /&gt;We like our Mike, and this is why:&lt;br /&gt;Mike does all the work when the hills get high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there, Ned. How do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me what is new?&lt;br /&gt;How are things in your little bed?&lt;br /&gt;What is new? Please tell me Ned.&lt;br /&gt;I do not like this bed at all.&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things have come to call.&lt;br /&gt;A cow, a dog, a cat, a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! What a bed! Oh! What a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear, oh dear! I cannot hear.&lt;br /&gt;Will you please come over near?&lt;br /&gt;Will you please look in my ear?&lt;br /&gt;There must be something there, I fear.&lt;br /&gt;Say look! A bird was in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;But he is out. So have no fear.&lt;br /&gt;Again your ear can hear, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hat is old, my teeth are gold.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bird I like to hold.&lt;br /&gt;My shoe is off, my foot is cold.&lt;br /&gt;My shoe is off, my foot is cold.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bird I like to hold.&lt;br /&gt;My hat is old, my teeth are gold.&lt;br /&gt;And now my story is all told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a look. We saw a Nook.&lt;br /&gt;On his head he had a hook.&lt;br /&gt;On his hook he had a book.&lt;br /&gt;On his book was "How to Cook"&lt;br /&gt;We saw him sit and try to cook&lt;br /&gt;But a Nook can't read, so a Nook can't Cook.&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;What good to a Nook is a hook cook book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moon was out and we saw some sheep.&lt;br /&gt;We saw some sheep take a walk in their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;by the light of the moon, by the light of a star;&lt;br /&gt;They walked all night from near to far.&lt;br /&gt;I would never walk. I would take a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like this one so well.&lt;br /&gt;all he does is yell, yell, yell.&lt;br /&gt;I will not have this one about.&lt;br /&gt;When he comes in I put him out.&lt;br /&gt;This one is quiet as a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;I like to have him in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our house we open cans.&lt;br /&gt;We have to open many cans.&lt;br /&gt;and that is why we have a Zans.&lt;br /&gt;A Zans for cans is very good.&lt;br /&gt;Have you a Zans for cans? You should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to box. How I like to box.&lt;br /&gt;So every day I box a Gox.&lt;br /&gt;In yellow socks I box my Gox.&lt;br /&gt;I box in yellow Gox box socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to sing if you sing with a Ying.&lt;br /&gt;My Ying can sing like anything.&lt;br /&gt;I sing high and my Ying sings low.&lt;br /&gt;And we are not too bad, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one, I think, is called a Yink.&lt;br /&gt;he likes to wink, he likes to drink.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to drink, and drink, and drink.&lt;br /&gt;the thing he likes to drink is ink.&lt;br /&gt;The ink he likes to drink is pink.&lt;br /&gt;He likes to wink and drink pink ink.&lt;br /&gt;SO...&lt;br /&gt;If you have a lot of ink,&lt;br /&gt;you should get a Yink, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop, hop, hop! I am a Yop&lt;br /&gt;All I like to do is hop,&lt;br /&gt;From finger top to finger top.&lt;br /&gt;I hop from left to right and then...&lt;br /&gt;Hop, hop! I hop right back again.&lt;br /&gt;I like to hop all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;From right to left and left to right.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like to hop, hop, hop?&lt;br /&gt;I do not know. Go ask your Pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brush, brush, brush, brush&lt;br /&gt;Comb, comb, comb, comb&lt;br /&gt;Blue hair is fun to brush and comb.&lt;br /&gt;All girls who like to brush and comb,&lt;br /&gt;Should have a pet like this at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this pet? Say! He is wet.&lt;br /&gt;You never yet met a pet, I bet,&lt;br /&gt;As wet as they let this wet pet get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever fly a kite in bed?&lt;br /&gt;did you ever walk with ten cats on your head?&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever milk this kind of cow?&lt;br /&gt;Well, we can do it. We know how.&lt;br /&gt;If you never did, you should.&lt;br /&gt;These things are fun, and fun is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello. Are you there?&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I called you up to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;I said Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me, Joe?&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I cannot hear your call.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear your call at all.&lt;br /&gt;This is not good, and I know why.&lt;br /&gt;A mouse has cut the wire, goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From near to far, from here to there,&lt;br /&gt;Funny things are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;These yellow pets are called the Zeds.&lt;br /&gt;They have one hair upon their heads.&lt;br /&gt;Their hair grows fast. So fast they say,&lt;br /&gt;They need a haircut every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? My name is Ish&lt;br /&gt;On my hand I have a dish.&lt;br /&gt;I have this dish to help me wish.&lt;br /&gt;When I wish to make a wish&lt;br /&gt;I wave my hand with a big swish swish.&lt;br /&gt;Then I say, "I wish for fish!"&lt;br /&gt;And I get fish right on my dish.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to make a wish,&lt;br /&gt;you may swish for fish with my Ish wish dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our house we play out back.&lt;br /&gt;We play a game called ring the Gack.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to play this game?&lt;br /&gt;Come down! We have the only Gack in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what we found in the park in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;We will take him home, we will call him Clark.&lt;br /&gt;He will live at our house, he will grow and grow.&lt;br /&gt;Will our mother like this? We don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, Good night.&lt;br /&gt;It is time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;So we will sleep with our pet Zeep.&lt;br /&gt;Today is gone. Today was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another one.&lt;br /&gt;Every day, from here to there.&lt;br /&gt;funny things are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY FOR THAT. I WAS SO BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-8092849562628099350?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/8092849562628099350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=8092849562628099350' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8092849562628099350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/8092849562628099350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-fish-two-fish-red-fish-blue-fish.html' title='One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-1776337182837236790</id><published>2008-02-08T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:00:25.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Geeky Self'/><title type='text'>ok. So I made a Quiz:</title><content type='html'>Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www03.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=080125153257-823332&amp;&amp;a=08"&gt;The Quiz of Utter Randomness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: the quiz is very random and might be pretty hard for some people, so don't be disappointed if you get a low score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions are quite strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-1776337182837236790?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/1776337182837236790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=1776337182837236790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1776337182837236790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/1776337182837236790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-so-i-made-quiz.html' title='ok. So I made a Quiz:'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-2429472294357869757</id><published>2008-02-05T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:15.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Adventure at the Orthodontics</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had an appointment for my braces at Baylor College of Dentistry. I got out of Biology half an hour early at 2:30 and headed for Dallas. When I got there, the office was dreadfully busy, on account of it being free screening day. My appointment was at 3:00, but there were so many people there that I didn't get in until 3:20. When Dr. Nguyen finally got to me, she looked at my mouth, and her supervising doctor looked at my mouth, and they said that they needed to use a laser to cut away some extra gum tissue overlapping my back molars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they asked me to get my mom, I looked out the door and she wasn't there! Now about this time I realized that the time of month had come to use feminine products. I had forgotten my purse, so i had to go to the bathroom and find something else to use until I found my mom. When I went back to the office, Mommy was there, and she gave me one, and then went into the office to talk to my doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom said it was o.k. to use the laser, so the doctors numbed me up (oh, how I hate those shots) and started up the laser. It was so weird to see smoke coming from my own mouth, along with a not-so-pleasant smell (sorry for the gruesome details). Afterward, they gave me some antibacterial mouthwash and told me they needed me in TWO WEEKS! I also figured out that they are going to give me more rubber bands to do something with my teeth (now, rubber bands are the most painful things in the world). I figure these close appointments are o.k., because my doctor is pregnant and is trying to get my braces off before she delivers, but they never have any 4:00 appointments left, and I can't change the day of the week my appointments are on, so I ALWAYS seem to have to miss Biology, which is my favorite class. Oh well, at least it's not Chemistry, because I like chemistry even more than biology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4979113035090235866-2429472294357869757?l=worleygig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/feeds/2429472294357869757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4979113035090235866&amp;postID=2429472294357869757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2429472294357869757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4979113035090235866/posts/default/2429472294357869757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://worleygig.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-adventure-at-orthodontics.html' title='My Adventure at the Orthodontics'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03958101820188706685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-btV8RY-Ekro/TinuPawqkYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bWiHwmM13n8/s220/IMG_5725.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4979113035090235866.post-2486714692889438611</id><published>2008-01-31T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:47:15.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ack. Worldviews</title><content type='html'>Be prepared for a rather lengthy rant about Plato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning is the morning I go to Worldviews class for three hours. At least this time it will be something worth listening to for the first half of class. The past few weeks have been really boring, especially for the first half of class. Mrs. Stewart was reading Plato's republic, and for about the first hour, none of us have our books because they are getting graded, so Mrs. Stewart just gave us the answers. It is really hard for me to listen to something that boring since I'm a visual/kinetic learner, so I  just wouldn't try to concentrate because, what's the point, I can't write the answers down! For the next half of class, we had our books, so I listened to that part because I could write the answers. I told my dad about this, and he said I should try to listen, but I told him I couldn't, it was too boring and she was giving us the answers anyway. So he lectured me about how I should listen even though there's no point to... But if I can't gather the answers by listening (since I obviously don't know the questions themselves), why listen? Oh. Another thing about Plato is that while some of his ideas may be OK, others are just plain STUPID! I mean, having a parent not even know who their kid is... wow... sometimes I think Plato must have been insane. NOT TO MENTION, he was GAY... ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing we're done with Plato's Republic, or else I might have an even longer rant next time. If you've even bothered reading to this point, you either like laughing at rants or you actually care what I think. Also, some of my readers (Chloe for example) might sympathize with me, knowing exactly how I feel. 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