<?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-4824666108531069990</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:55:23.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of a ZARA Addict</title><subtitle type='html'>Chronicles of things that peeve and pleasure me. Life experiences, adventures and misfortunes alike.  But most of all, celebs, gossip and fashion!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-6088515547973201228</id><published>2009-12-03T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:14:38.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first of all, why are my twitter updates on the side of my blog not my own??? creepy. my blog has been mysteriously overtaken by aliens. but i guess that is my own fault because i don't do a very good job at guarding it...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second of all, i want my housewives of atlanta BACK. none of this housewives of orange county crap. that is my life every day (working at nordstrom). black people are funny. white people aren't. black people live in atlanta. blacklanta= funnier and more entertaining than orange TANty. therefore, houswives of atl&gt;housewives oc. end of story. where is a "therefore" dot pyramid when you need one???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i haven't blogged in a while. not much is new. just my job at nordstrom which is going decently well. it gives me a reason to get up and get dressed up every day which i like so that is good. other than that my spare time consists of working out with marleigh, my new gym buddy heather, and my "personal trainer" natalie. ha. and then i lay on the couch and watch tv at the end of the day because my feet hurt so bad from standing on them all day long and i'm so exhausted that really, i have no desire to do anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on, bryce comes home in exactly two weeks which is beyond exciting. maybe i'll finally actually have somebody to hang out with that isn't as busy as me or my other friends...ha, we'll see about that...i'm starting to get kind of anxious because i haven't seen him in two years, and well kids, THAT'S A LONG TIME. what if it's awkward at first because we aren't used to being around each other? what if he's awkward like other recently returned missionaries? oh well, works going to be crazy for the next two weeks until he gets home because christmas is almost here, and i work retail, and my life is going to be a nightmare for the next two/three weeks, but i will make a lot of money so that is good :) so basically what i am saying is that i am going to be too busy to even think about being nervous about bryce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in other news. i'm trying to figure out what my mom and i should do for christmas. it is just going to be her and i this year because my sister and john are staying in virginia and i highly doubt that stephen will come around. if anyone has any tips let me know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i think that's all folks. tiger's too busy in house confinement to see me and i cancelled my date with adam lambert because everyone else was doing it so i must go and find ways to spend the remainder of my free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lindsey/rindsey/rindzo-bearZ/linds/lizard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-6088515547973201228?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/6088515547973201228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=6088515547973201228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/6088515547973201228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/6088515547973201228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-of-all-why-are-my-twitter-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-4086946892302517452</id><published>2009-09-29T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:53:18.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A.M.B, D&amp;B, Coach, Marc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;so word on the street today kids is that mama got a job at NORDSTROM. sales-girl in the handbag dept. sounds sassy. watch out fellow sales-girls, i arrive in peace, but also TO OUTSELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in honor of the new job at my life-long mecca for the ultimate experience in fashion, luxury, and feeling fabulous, i am dedicating this post to the 2009 FALL MUST HAVES. but not just any fall must haves, LINDSEY'S FALL MUST HAVES. listen up and pay attention peeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMWQEy1SPI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKTMArkWdpU/s1600-h/overtheknee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMWQEy1SPI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKTMArkWdpU/s320/overtheknee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387174044685912306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#1. over-the-knee boots. they are EVERYWHERE. you will NOT be able to avoid them this fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMWP5cUXLI/AAAAAAAAADg/VFtyLebJdPQ/s1600-h/booties.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMWP5cUXLI/AAAAAAAAADg/VFtyLebJdPQ/s1600-h/booties.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 170px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMWP5cUXLI/AAAAAAAAADg/VFtyLebJdPQ/s320/booties.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387174041638689970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#2. a faithful booty. choose a pair that is unique to your style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMEg9sqYHI/AAAAAAAAADY/2wQEZ42MW7c/s1600-h/hot+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMEg9sqYHI/AAAAAAAAADY/2wQEZ42MW7c/s320/hot+pink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154543629459570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#3. hot pink. don't ask questions. just do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMEglkqtMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ql_0u2XZIaI/s1600-h/blouse+w:bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMEglkqtMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ql_0u2XZIaI/s1600-h/blouse+w:bow.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 254px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMEglkqtMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ql_0u2XZIaI/s320/blouse+w:bow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154537153475778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#4. pretty blouses with pretty bows. and the great thing about this piece is that you can achieve almost any look you are going for just by switching up the print or color on the blouse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMEgMujCyI/AAAAAAAAADI/oXe6DH8Wg54/s1600-h/gray+boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMEgMujCyI/AAAAAAAAADI/oXe6DH8Wg54/s320/gray+boot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387154530484030242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#5. gray accessories. purses. headbands. boots. booties. heels. flats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMDe4sowSI/AAAAAAAAADA/L40NdIc2oLw/s320/plaid+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387153408415809826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#6. plaid. duh. were any of you really surprised? plaid is the go-to fall staple that every girl should have in her closet. but this year you should be reinventing this basic fall essential by wearing it long over leggings, under some faux fur, and paired with some fab booties or over-the-knee boots (see above and below).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMCIX5IEiI/AAAAAAAAAC4/duXMaHxAJNo/s320/leather+leggings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387151922141073954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#7. a pair of leather leggings. real leather leggings (as shown here) will run you a pretty penny ($500+ to be exact) so ZARA.addict suggests scouting out some faux.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMBOHI7EoI/AAAAAAAAACw/2XCPrjgFO_E/s320/haremps.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150921211515522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#8. a pair of harem pants as worn here by kim kardashian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsKmN6u-h1I/AAAAAAAAACo/kXyyjxUwqtA/s320/leather+jacket.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387050862323337042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#9. a leather statement piece such as this cropped faux leather jacket (recently purchased by none other than yours truly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://files.hm.com/ff09/blog/swf/main.swf?outfit=1229_web_ladies_015&amp;amp;showLink=true"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://files.hm.com/ff09/blog/swf/"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="&amp;amp;outfit=1229_web_ladies_015&amp;amp;showLink=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://files.hm.com/ff09/blog/swf/main.swf?outfit=1229_web_ladies_015&amp;amp;showLink=true" base="http://files.hm.com/ff09/blog/swf/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;#10. last but certainly not least, any sort of faux fur vest/jacket/shawl/scarf to top-off a perfect fall ensemble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and there you have it kids. ten pieces that must be in each and every one of your wardrobes this fall! that is, only if you want to be as hot as ZARA.addict... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4824666108531069990-4086946892302517452?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4086946892302517452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=4086946892302517452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/4086946892302517452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/4086946892302517452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/lamb-d-coach-marc.html' title='L.A.M.B, D&amp;B, Coach, Marc...'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SsMWQEy1SPI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKTMArkWdpU/s72-c/overtheknee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-2684350312954299080</id><published>2009-09-25T00:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:42:27.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUL MOOD</title><content type='html'>all i want to do is add leopard print on each side of my blog. that is all. is that so much for me to ask??? somebody please help asap. xoxo&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;second interview at nordstrom tomorrow. jesh. also just applied for a job as a buyer at ZARA. in spain. applier needs 3-5 years experience in similar job. HEY A GIRL CAN DREAM CAN'T SHE???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my allergies are out of control. especially when i go to bed at night. i think i am allergic to something in my room. I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT AND THEN I HAVE TO GET UP AT 6 IN THE MORNING TO TAKE BENADRYL AND NYQUIL SO I CAN FINALLY SLEEP AND THEN I SLEEP UNTIL 2PM! SHEESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praise the santa ana winds for bringing us such delightful beach weather in the end of september (spent some great quality time with ash.wright at 29th street in del mar by all the cute doggies)!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking forward to fidel's with the girls tomorrow night=my fav mexican food in the whole world and some of my fav people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE TO ALL--HAVE FAB WEEKEND FELLOW ZARA-ADDICTS :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-2684350312954299080?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2684350312954299080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=2684350312954299080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/2684350312954299080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/2684350312954299080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/foul-mood.html' title='FOUL MOOD'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-8444627667565699417</id><published>2009-09-14T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:18:17.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the vmas makes me want to dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PEEVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;so i was a little disappointed with some things that came as a byproduct of this years' vmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;first off, russell brand. some things that were said in his vma opener speech were totally and completely inappropriate. and this is coming from a girl who is considered the most inappropriate in a group of all non-mormon friends! first of all, it just bugs the shiz out of me when celebs talk politics. for realz. one of my biggest pet peeves of all time. just because you are on stage does not entitle you to worship the president as if he were a god or declare that socialized healthcare is the one thing the US needs to make it as good as the UK. also, comments made about katy perry, lady gaga, and megan fox, really just made we want to puke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;moving on. kanye. you're a jerk. get a life. has anyone else besides myself ever compared kanye to spencer of the hills??? i think they're both hilarious, entertaining, and completely genius because they purposely act over-the-top to draw attention to themselves and to gain even more fame. and it works. brilliant. but kanye, what you did was still incredibly rude and shows absolutely no manners, or morals for that matter, on your behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;lady gaga. did anyone else find her performance a little bit creepy or the slightest horrific? i'm sorry, i just don't handle blood well, or sickness, injuries, death etc. this performance was just a little bit much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;why did eminem win best hip-hop video? he's just so white-trash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;why was kristin cavallari sent out to present as the one rep for the hills? doesn't somebody who's been on the hills for at least the past year or deserve that privilege a little more? or maybe its just that kristin is the only attention whore remaining? is that even possible with when speidi still remain members of the cast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;where were ri-ri, britney spears, and the black-eyed peas??? and for heaven's sake, WHY. DID. THEY. NOT. PERFORM???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;last but not least of the disappointments was provided by lady gaga, who, after winning breakout artist of the year, dedicated her moon man to "god and the gays". i'm not trying to say anything is wrong with this statement, just a little awkward is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;PLEASURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;first off, that michael jackson dance tribute was THRILLING (no pun intended). truly amazing. and the cherry on top was the wrap-up with janet jackson performing her duet Scream alongside the music video featuring MJ. was i the only one in tears by the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LOVED beyonce's performance of Single Ladies. As well as her incredibly classy award dedication to taylor swift. beyonce is not always my fav because sometimes i feel she's a bit fake but genuine or not, what she did truly was generous and kind. good political move on her part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Muse. I LUF THEM. 'nough said. when can i see them in concert again???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Lastly, the awards could not have ended with a more perfect performance. i LOVE this song by jay-z and alicia keys and it couldn't have been more fitting for the awards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;CONCLUSIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i officially want to be a dancer so i can booty drop it like beyonce and don't stop til' i get enough like MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;i'm extremely excited for the two-part oprah-whitney houston interview that starts tomorrow. anybody else with me??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;lizard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4824666108531069990-8444627667565699417?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8444627667565699417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=8444627667565699417' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/8444627667565699417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/8444627667565699417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/vmas-makes-me-want-to-dance.html' title='the vmas makes me want to dance'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-6604063012788280001</id><published>2009-09-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:31:37.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THEME SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;currently listening to Whitney Houston's new cd I Look to You, i found this gem of a song (as fellow blogger/friend &lt;a href="http://burntmustard.blogspot.com/"&gt;burntmustard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; would say): "I Didn't Know My Own Strength".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;take a peek (and learn a little portuguese too!) as always, brought to you in form of a techno remix (one of my greatest pleasures in life):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre; font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQYqvZCMQmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KQYqvZCMQmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;for those of you who know me and know what i've been through this past year should be able &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;to see how this relates to my life and just why I have coined it my theme song of the moment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;(refer to &lt;a href="http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-last-time-i-posted-was-in-october.html"&gt;my first post of the year&lt;/a&gt; in case you need to refresh your memory.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;good news is that i have now realized i am MUCH stronger than i ever thought i was. i also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;know that i am capable of so many things and have such a grand potential that i would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;NEVER realized had i not been through what i went through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Moral of the story is: i had to go through shit to know my own strength :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-6604063012788280001?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/6604063012788280001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/6604063012788280001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/09/theme-song.html' title='THEME SONG'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-8783295220306925721</id><published>2009-08-27T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:07:18.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LATELY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;ve been second guessing myself a lot lately and it's really gotta stop! Solutions anyone?! I'm trying to tell myself over and over to just keep moving forward without looking back. But it is HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;In other news, I got back from my trip to the East coast a couple of weeks ago. I had a blast! It was so relaxing to escape reality (even though reality is not too bad...living in southern california...) and not worry about job hunting for about a week or so. I got to read A LOT! I got to see Williamsburg (A COMPLETE LETDOWN!!!), the Outer Banks in North Carolina (BEAUTIFUL!!!), and Washington D.C. (seriously, such a cool city...who knew?!) Top memories include a run-in with an incredibly, horrendous, vicious stinky cheese...nicknamed by John "The Butt Cheese", lots of lovin' and lickin' from Pudger (my adorable, long-haired Chihuahua faux-nephew), torrential downpour and thunder/lightning storms of which I have never seen the likes (not even close...), the heat and humidity...which I LOVED (I'm weird), trying to scare John when he came home late one night from the movies, but failing miserably (what a waste of two hours staring out the window, thinking that every car that pulled into the parking lot was him), my utter disappointment with Williamsburg, and last but not least, finally meeting my adorably precious cousins' sons (Gavin and Joshua). Thanks to Ashley and John for the treat! I was spoiled (and then some)! They had a lot guts to put up with me for a week! Thanks guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Currently, I am about to go shower after a BEAUTIFUL day at the beach and pool with friends! I'm headed to Santa Barbara tomorrow with my friend to Kim to spend the weekend with our friends Katy and Marleigh. I'm so excited because this will be the first time for me actually stopping and parking in Santa Barbara (I've only ever just driven through). I can't wait...I know it will be so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Last but not least, I am in the process of lining up a job at Nordstrom. There is a lady who goes to our church here that is the regional manager for all Nordstrom's in the West (ie. all of California, Nevada, Utah, etc). She is going to help me out...what a sweet connection to have, I know! I'm planning on sticking at home for the next few months so I can save up some money and move to LA. There, I hope to delve deeper in the fashion world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;So everyone, please wish me luck as I head into this next stage of my life and help push me forward fast so I can better resist looking back an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;d second-guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;ing myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&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/4824666108531069990-8783295220306925721?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8783295220306925721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=8783295220306925721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/8783295220306925721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/8783295220306925721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-second-guessing-myself-lot.html' title='LATELY'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-3118696696041322149</id><published>2009-07-29T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:49:46.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVIN'S EASY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I decided that since it is now summertime, I needed to brighten-up my blog's "look" a bit; hence the warmer colors. I'm still trying to figure out how to add patterns and designs and other such things to make my blog a little more funky and interesting...so if anyone knows how, PLEASE TEACH ME!!! As you are probably all aware, it has been quite some time since I last posted. Since then, I have passed several milestones in my life and feel extremely proud and accomplished. Most importantly, I have finished my career as a BYU undergraduate and I have successfully completed my first marathon! GO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SnATH2kcYqI/AAAAAAAAACA/CWTt_KetlRU/s320/CIMG1373.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363808181826642594" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SnATIEAjxHI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ts_BnYkyZcY/s320/CIMG1518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363808185434227826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't be happier with the way my life is panning out right now. I had a great, carefree, and lazy summer in Provo, laying out at the pool by day, and having some much-needed girl time by night. Throw in a season pass to Seven Peaks Water Park and a little summer lovin' and I think you may understand just why my summer has been SO perfect! To top it all off I have met someFABULOUS new people, had some experiences and adventures of a lifetime, and get the opportunity to travel to the east coast next week to visit my sister, her husband, and my faux-nephew Pudger (their dog). During my stay, we will make a much anticipated first-time (for myself) trip to DC. I couldn't be more excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SnATIR4gu9I/AAAAAAAAACQ/5YaTSgUrXAg/s320/CIMG1646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363808189158570962" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SnATIx4PAAI/AAAAAAAAACY/IY2NJQqbTfU/s320/CIMG1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363808197747343362" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SnATJLslmTI/AAAAAAAAACg/EW9uc64aOts/s320/CIMG1675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363808204677814578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;Back up to reality...termination of my career as a university undergraduate means that I have begun the much dreaded JOB HUNT (dare I say it?) My dream is to work in the fashion industry, so that is where I'm looking, but with the way the economy is right now, I may have to settle for any job that comes my way...argh, I don't want to...so wish me luck and send some leads my way! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Love to you all who have been there for me through thick and thin over the past six months. I have found some truly amazing friends who have been my rock, or shall I say gem, because they are all BEAUTIFUL. Thank you for all the love and support and I only hope that I can one day return the favor you have so graciously bestowed upon me. Last but not least, stay tuned because Lindsey is back in the blogosphere, bigger and better than ever before! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4824666108531069990-3118696696041322149?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3118696696041322149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=3118696696041322149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/3118696696041322149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/3118696696041322149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/07/summertime-and-livins-easy.html' title='SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVIN&apos;S EASY'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SnATH2kcYqI/AAAAAAAAACA/CWTt_KetlRU/s72-c/CIMG1373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-5072448663372925324</id><published>2009-03-26T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:24:43.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO I'M ACTUALLY DOING THIS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's official!  I will be running the Utah Valley Marathon on June 12th!  I can't wait!  It sounds awesome because it starts up Provo Canyon just below the Deer Creek Reservoir and then you run all they way down and out of the canyon to the Provo Towne Center Mall.  I started training a week ago.  My first goal is to build my endurance.  Yesterday I ran 40 min.  Tomorrow I plan on running 45 min. and building up by 5 min. each time I run until I am running approximately 8 miles.  8 miles 4-5 times a week and then long runs every saturday and that's the plan!  Hopefully I can do it!  I have a few guy friends who said they might train and do it with me so that would make things a lot nicer...plus my Dad says he wants to run it with me...haha who knew?!  Apparently I am popular...at least for the moment...On top of lots of running I've also been attending with regularity Power Pump!  I'm finally getting back into the groove of things and am LOVING IT!  I feel healthy and happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-5072448663372925324?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5072448663372925324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=5072448663372925324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/5072448663372925324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/5072448663372925324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-im-actually-doing-this.html' title='SO I&apos;M ACTUALLY DOING THIS!'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-4197058341621439900</id><published>2009-03-22T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:54:38.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YA LLEGA LA PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Who is ready for spring break?  ME.  While I am very ready for a spring break and continually mourn the fact that BYU does not have one, I do have some things that are carrying me through at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;1) Spring in Provo is around the corner!=Bike rides to Guru's and laying out at the King Henry pool ALL. DAY. LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;2) Teaching English in Korea.  (Note this is not 100 percent official)=Being a celebrity, having 3-hour work days, and traveling extensively and adventurously throughout Asia with some of the funniest guys around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;3) Being done with school. FOREVER!...maybe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;4) Running the Utah Valley Marathon in June. (Note, this is also not 100 percent official...I need to look into the matter further).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So the list is kind of short, yet full of uber exciting things!  If I could choose a song to best describe my current mood, it would have to be Pussycat Dolls "Top of the World"...check it out...yes I know, I listen to far too much PCD.  But duh, I'm a girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/4824666108531069990-4197058341621439900?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/4197058341621439900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=4197058341621439900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/4197058341621439900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/4197058341621439900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-llega-la-primavera.html' title='YA LLEGA LA PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-5833184820212430338</id><published>2009-03-17T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:57:43.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out of dicks grow beautiful babies :)</title><content type='html'>ummm some people my age are now having babies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-5833184820212430338?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/5833184820212430338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=5833184820212430338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/5833184820212430338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/5833184820212430338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/out-of-dicks-come-beautiful-babies.html' title='out of dicks grow beautiful babies :)'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-4135619301651774567</id><published>2009-03-15T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:26:18.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAUNTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I am constantly trying to think of a specific word lately when I am expressing my current challenges to others.  The word is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;daunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;.  For some reason, I can never remember the word.  It seems to reside only on the tip of my tongue.  But yes, as I think about the future, certain things seem rather daunting.  It's almost as though I am starting from ground zero right now...in many ways.  I know that I have a long road ahead of me along which I must grow, learn new things, and take great leaps of faith.  But that is life.  Sometimes when you don't know exactly how your future is going to play out it is scary, and sometimes you almost want to give up.  But you can't give up.  NEVER GIVE UP.  And if you ever do give up, make sure that it is only on someone or something that is getting in your way as you travel down the road of life, because we don't want any &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;accidents&lt;/span&gt; now...do we???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='DAUNTING'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-2891409180091559059</id><published>2009-03-12T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:56:06.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROCRASTINATING...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here I sit in the library, supposedly writing my capstone paper (I have about 13 pages of the required 25 completed).  Why do I love to procrastinate SO much?  Well, in reality, I don't LOVE it, yet I still do it ALL the time.  For some reason I work better under pressure when time is running out and the last minute has almost arrived.  Lately, however, I've been waiting until PAST the last minute to get things done.  Maybe it's senioritis or maybe it's the immense stress I've been under lately...I don't really know.  But currently, I have about an hour until I must email a copy of my rough draft of my capstone to my professor and I should have about 20 pages written but I really only have 13.  13 is an unlucky number...surprise SURPRISE, just like my life has been recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am not an unlucky person, however.  In fact, I have had some very lucky things happen to me over my lifetime.  One such lucky occurrence would have to be the opportunity I had to study abroad in Spain and all of the life experiences, eternal memories, AND eternal friends that were gained from it.  Case in point, THE SIX CHIX.  We are FABULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SboyHhx67DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tmeCMiGqYk8/s1600-h/six+chix.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SboyHhx67DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tmeCMiGqYk8/s320/six+chix.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312613815345146930" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;HOOLIEEEE, our senior member, traveled to Thailand to teach English for a year, but on a whim and taking a risk for love, came home approximately 11 months early, and indeed gambled her way to success!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sboz-dI2syI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9Cv8dKECzxU/s1600-h/hoolie+bears.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sboz-dI2syI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9Cv8dKECzxU/s320/hoolie+bears.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312615858503594786" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Madiswan is getting married to her missionary in two months, and despite her missionary's two year absence, managed to kiss only one boy AND to take a liking to NOBODY else even amidst multiple dates/week and numerous fine, handsome and qualified suitors!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo2lBnY8_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/1FTEvl6uQgU/s1600-h/madiswan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo6otHhYRI/AAAAAAAAABU/OaYNRF06iMg/s1600-h/madiswan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo6otHhYRI/AAAAAAAAABU/OaYNRF06iMg/s320/madiswan1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312623181417242898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tiffany is married and excited to spend the rest of her life in KANSAS!  She will open her future 5-bedroom-home to the Six Chix on numerous occasions in order to host marvelous Six Chix reunions in which we will go to the replica Plaza de Espana (original in Seville) and dance around for the Asians to take photos of us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo3vaT471I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RARwDLGsnlo/s1600-h/tiffany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo3vaT471I/AAAAAAAAAA0/RARwDLGsnlo/s320/tiffany.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312619998093045586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Raquel Gato is nearly engaged and just received a metallic, dark blue, full body suit in the mail.  She has already role-played the role of Cat Woman 754 times for Babs, her amazing long-legged, long distance running lover who does it longer!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo4JDNPS_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZOZAbvz__9M/s1600-h/raquel+gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo4JDNPS_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZOZAbvz__9M/s320/raquel+gato.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312620438567734258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Laurena is currently serving a mission in the Croatia/Slovenia/Serbia&amp;amp;Montenegro/Bosnia&amp;amp;Herzegovina/every other cool part of the world mission!  She sings Croatian lullabies to the two-years-her-junior male missionaries. AND. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. IS. IN. LOVE. WITH. HER.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo5NoBGXxI/AAAAAAAAABE/I_5tR6zjwoY/s1600-h/laurena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo5NoBGXxI/AAAAAAAAABE/I_5tR6zjwoY/s320/laurena.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312621616680034066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Last but not least, Rindsey (that is myself) will graduate from BYU within the next four months whereafter she will try to find a job that has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with her major!  She hopes to conquer the world, her first strategic step being to take over the Spanish ZARA empire as the Presidente de ZARA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo6ECwJKmI/AAAAAAAAABM/gDusAKYJwXo/s1600-h/rindsey.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sbo6ECwJKmI/AAAAAAAAABM/gDusAKYJwXo/s320/rindsey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312622551569607266" style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And those, ladies and gentleman, are the Six Chix.  What a wonderful blessing they have been in my life...never to be forgotten, NEVER to be forgotten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-2891409180091559059?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2891409180091559059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=2891409180091559059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/2891409180091559059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/2891409180091559059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/procrastinating.html' title='PROCRASTINATING...'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/SboyHhx67DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tmeCMiGqYk8/s72-c/six+chix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-8013613534869522156</id><published>2009-03-10T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:18:36.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today was a good day.  I went to one class that didn't start until 2 pm which means that I laid around with my roommate Amanda practically until then in the family room in our pj's watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians (last night we all slept in the family room and had a girls night minus weird roommate). And then I spent the rest of the day at my aunt and uncle's, hung out with Cade my favorite cousin-baby, and Joe and Michelle and Natale.  I chilled like a pill and it was awesome.  Did absolutely NO school work...yeah I love life!  Except for that I'm totally going to hate it come tomorrow and Thursday when I basically have to bust out 10-15 pages of my capstone...LIFE IS AMAZING!!!&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/4824666108531069990-8013613534869522156?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/8013613534869522156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=8013613534869522156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/8013613534869522156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/8013613534869522156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day.html' title='GOOD DAY'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-2595276484472930614</id><published>2009-03-09T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:26:45.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready to run again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready to be a pump addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready to watch gossip girl religiously every week. and the city...and get caught up on d-hoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready for spring to come again and to enjoy riding my bike and laying out at the KH pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready to dream, breathe, sleep, and eat fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready to venture out and make new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready to reconnect with old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i'm ready to start loving life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;From down here at the bottom, all I can say is that things are definitely looking up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-2595276484472930614?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/2595276484472930614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=2595276484472930614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/2595276484472930614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/2595276484472930614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/huge-sigh-of-relief.html' title='HUGE SIGH OF RELIEF'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-1613632892955142447</id><published>2009-03-08T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:30:37.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So the last time I posted was in October.  Surprise SURPRISE.  I told you I probably wouldn't stick very well to the whole blogging world, and, as usual, I delivered.  But here I am, having just deactivated my facebook account for the first time ever and I have to find someway to get connected in the internet world.  So here again I turn to my blog.  Mind you, I will be returning to facebook eventually, I'm just super seriously sick of it right now.  I get on it all the time instead of going out in the world and doing real things.  So I'm trying to take a clean break, at least for a week or so until I can get my f-ing capstone rough draft paper written...AAAAHHHHHHHHH.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So a quick update on life I suppose is in order.  Since my last entry I have completed my last Fall semester at BYU ever!!! (unless some plans change and I decide I'm not ready to leave school and enter the real world).  I have now begun my last full semester and it's really tough.  I have a season pass to The Canyons so it's been a release to go up skiing in Park City for the day whenever I get a chance.  Other than that my life has been not so fun.  My car got destroyed when a not-to-be-mentioned friend accidentally jumped my car battery the wrong way after it had died.  It fried my internal computer and had to be replaced at a cost of approximately $1500.  Not pretty. I was without a car and pretty much stranded in my apartment for about a month.   Also, I got very sick for a two week period, haven't been able to sleep well for almost the past month, and have had severe boy problems.  Alan and I broke up mid-January as a mutual "let's try to figure some things out" and since then it has turned into chaos.  My life has been turned upside down as my what once were future plans have now become very uncertain and I am forced to re-route my life.  I still love Alan very much, care for him dearly, and think of him as my best friend, but only time will tell whether or not it's meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;On top of everything, it really doesn't help that all of my girlfriends are either dating someone seriously, engaged, or already married.  I feel very alone and have had some pretty dark days over the past few months.  I pray every day to just to make it through the day and for the strength to tackle whatever card life deals me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In closing, I would like to give a serious thank you to those friends and members of my family who have been a HUGE support to me throughout this rough period in my life.  Honestly, without you guys, I'd be scared to think where I would be.  You know who you are and I want you to know that you have saved my life over and over, literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Old friends from Provo, if you're out there, please feel free to contact me.  I'm really looking to re-connect and have a good time like we used to.  I need it more than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-1613632892955142447?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1613632892955142447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=1613632892955142447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/1613632892955142447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/1613632892955142447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-last-time-i-posted-was-in-october.html' title=''/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-1447146463105432933</id><published>2008-10-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:10:14.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENIORITIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I seriously don't know why some of my pictures appear on the blog and some don't....so annoying!  If any of you veteran bloggers out there gots some tips for me then help me out!  So anyways, sorry to get all political in my last blog but that's not going to happen too often; I mean, why would an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;International Relations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; major want to talk about politics? I don't know.  I don't even know why I chose that as major because, let's be frank, I'm slightly apathetic when it comes to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  I guess I just thought that name sounded cool...INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS...it says: "hey, I'm hot stuff!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;senioritis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; continues to manifest itself daily in my life.  This morning, I was super tired, so I decided to sleep through my first class.  The next thing I know, I wake up, and it's 20 minutes until my next class of the day begins.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Let's just say I made it to 1/3 of my classes today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.  I took a test, then came home and was lazy some more, this time with Alan.  We lied around like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;bums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; because that's what we are.  Alan's a ski bum, and, well, I just have a big bum, a la Kim Kardashian style.  Eventually, I made it to the gym to work on toning my big bum, only to be bummed by the fact that Amy, my incredible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Power Pump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; instructor, was missing and some lame substitute was filling in.  I then ran/walked my bum off, cleaned my bum off back at home (we've got cleaning checks tomorrow...always delightful...and no, I did not mean that I washed my bum) and now I'm sitting on my lazy bum, in my bed, having just watched tonight's episode of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;THE HILLS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Is Audrina a bimbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; or what?  Why does she keep going after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Justin Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; when she has a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;cute Australian boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (yes Katy, he even has an Australian accent!) knocking down her door.  She even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;took off her swimsuit top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; in tonight's episode to lure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Justin Bobby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; into the pool with her by revealing her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; fake boob job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (which I'm sure he's probably seen several times over already).  Really Audrina?  Are you that desperate?  You have to get naked just to get Bobby boy in the pool with you?  Sounds like a winner.  Also, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I still hate Spence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://2531F5D9-00BE-4A1B-8F78-6CE6234905EE/audrina-patridge-b_3.jpg" alt="audrina-patridge-b_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In other news, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; was a huge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; tonight.  What is this?  Last week, there was no episode, and this week, the episode was lame!  Who cares about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Yale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; when I can say that I go to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; myself (unfortunately, the Y I attend is far less ubiquitous and is located in a rather dismal state).  Dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blair Waldorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;, I truly would love to be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You know you love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-1447146463105432933?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1447146463105432933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=1447146463105432933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/1447146463105432933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/1447146463105432933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-i-seriously-dont-know-why-some-of-my.html' title='SENIORITIS'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-1536725971605797323</id><published>2008-10-09T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:22:07.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The RAVENOUS ulcer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So if you weren't already aware, last Thursday I was diagnosed with an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; ulcer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.  I know what you're thinking...Lindsey, you are a stress case! Stop stressing!...yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; is one of the factors that can contribute to an ulcer, but it is not usually the main cause.  Usually an ulcer is caused by a bacteria called H. Pylori or something like that.  Other factors can add to your probability of getting an ulcer such as stress, caffeinated sodas, too much ibuprofen, etc. I think my ulcer was a product of a combination of all of these things.  I have been stressed recently.  I've been worrying too much about graduating and what I'm going to do afterward.  I'm scared to get a real job!  I still feel like I'm twelve!  Heck, I'm scared just for the interviews alone!  Also, thanks to Alan, I'm starting to get hooked on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; again.  I almost entirely gave up diet Coke about two years ago because it's horrible for you, but with Alan around, constantly swigging at a Dr. Pepper, he has left me no options but to return to the crisp, cold, refreshing experience that is a diet Coke.  The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ibuprofen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; part, well, let's just say that sometimes I probably take a little too much of it!  I'm sorry, but as a woman diagnosed with polycistic ovarian syndrome, there are just times when I am forced to either choose death or the ibuprofen!  I choose to choose...ibuprofen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Anyways, so when I was diagnosed with an ulcer, my doctor gave me an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;excused absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; from school for FIVE WHOLE DAYS!  Unfortunately, my five days were up yesterday :(.  Not to mention, I really only took advantage of this for one day off from school, which my doctor claimed I desperately needed.  I mean really, I think taking five days off from school would probably make my ulcer worse in the end!  Let's be honest, not going to school for five days=mass stress and chaos once those five days finally catch up to you.  This would probably make my ulcer even larger.  Hey, maybe if it gets bigger, food will start falling out of my stomach when I eat!  Then, who knows what could happen...maybe I'd lose some weight since the food won't get digested!  On the other hand, I might end up with pumpkin pie lumps on my back...Back to the ulcer--now I'm having a hard time focusing on school and all I want to do is lay around and sleep all day.  This is not good considering I have this more than HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;poli sci 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; assignment due next week that's supposed to take upwards of 12 hours.  Oh poli sci, how I wish that my ulcer would swallow you up and eat you alive!  How I wish that my doctor's note were still in effect so I could legitimately be excused to allow people.com and usmagazine.com and facebook and gmail and eonline.com distract me...but oh yeah, I already did let all of those websites distract me today.  On top of that, I'm blogging now when I should be studying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well ulcer, here's to you!  You have provided me with an excuse to lay around, be unproductive, sleep-in, ditch some school, ditch the gym, and eat whatever I want to eat because I think it will make my tummy feel better!  You're amazing!  And if I heard correctly, supposedly you might even cause me to lose some weight...how unfortunate.  I say what this world needs is one VERY LARGE ulcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4824666108531069990-1536725971605797323?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/1536725971605797323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=1536725971605797323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/1536725971605797323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/1536725971605797323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2008/10/ravenous-ulcer.html' title='The RAVENOUS ulcer'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4824666108531069990.post-3946973382827979698</id><published>2008-10-08T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:43:45.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REINVENTING the blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So I've decided to take up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. I'm not one to stick to anything very well.  I'll get on a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;kick&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of months until something new kicks me off of that kick.  One kick I'll never get started on though is this whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;indie hipster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; thing.  Gross.  And Provo indie hipster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the worst.  They do all their shopping at DI and Urban Outfitters, never shower, go for the au natural look, smell like your grandma's garage, and think they're the coolest people in the world for being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;...think again peeps! With the mass herds of Provo punks rapidly converting to indie-hipsterism, the last thing you are is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; original!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I remember reading an article not too long ago, probably on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;people.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;--one of my greatest and deadliest obsessions&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;--about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;ustin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;--what used to be one of my greatest and deadliest obsessions--claiming that he is one of Hollywood's original hipsters.  Actually, it wasn't people.com, I just discovered, but none other than my other greatest and deadliest obsession, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:24px;"&gt;VOGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;; the Fashion Rocks addition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://E61CBF7D-7B58-474D-B4E4-BC9504F1C927/justin_timberlake240.jpg" alt="justin_timberlake240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Justin, you are about one of the only hipsters who doesn't disgust me.  In fact, you can be MY indie hipster any day.  But alas, I'll probably have to resort to drooling over you as you dance on my tv screen, thanks to one of the two old  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;N*sync in concert DVD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I just discovered hiding in my storage. Hip hop don't stop...oh Justin...DON'T STOP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4824666108531069990-3946973382827979698?l=zaraaddict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/feeds/3946973382827979698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4824666108531069990&amp;postID=3946973382827979698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/3946973382827979698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4824666108531069990/posts/default/3946973382827979698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zaraaddict.blogspot.com/2008/10/reinventing-blog.html' title='REINVENTING the blog.'/><author><name>lindseylovesZARA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09136517115366611292</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_whNfyaADyO8/Sc2yE3TNspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5dC4UscplUk/S220/DSCN0001_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
