<?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-3730731599104310606</id><updated>2011-10-01T06:56:35.276-07:00</updated><category term='harry potter'/><category term='straight'/><category term='gay'/><category term='potter puppet pals'/><category term='lin-manuel miranda'/><category term='subjectivitiy'/><category term='school news paper'/><category term='newspaper'/><category term='guitar picks'/><category term='comic'/><category term='bitter'/><category term='art'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='auditions'/><category term='abuela'/><category term='sweeney todd'/><category term='hourly comics day'/><category term='obama'/><category term='vulnerable'/><category term='creative writing'/><category term='freedom of speach'/><category term='animation'/><category term='in the heights'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='writing'/><category term='1st amendment'/><category term='boys suck'/><category term='friends'/><category term='reporting'/><title type='text'>blind horizons</title><subtitle type='html'>"The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were. " - JFK</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1767907449328140951</id><published>2011-01-19T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:49:10.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumbles.</title><summary type='text'>Since tumblr doesnt have comments I'm going to direct them here. Comment on this post: http://www.tumblr.com/xts1auoc6v here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1767907449328140951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1767907449328140951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1767907449328140951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1767907449328140951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2011/01/tumbles.html' title='Tumbles.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-787067201768611007</id><published>2011-01-03T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:23:34.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need</title><summary type='text'>to start doing good things for myself.Get. Back. To. The. Gym.I need to unplug, detox, let go, breathe. Ready? Set? Go!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/787067201768611007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=787067201768611007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/787067201768611007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/787067201768611007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-need.html' title='I need'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6712259619577462836</id><published>2010-06-06T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:49:12.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogggg</title><summary type='text'>I know I've been on that other blog site-y thing but for some reason i felt like posting on here today. Typical Mealz, can't just stick to one thing, one group, one whatever, just have to be all over the place. Whatever, it works for me.Anyway I just wanted to keep track of everything that's been happening this summer, because so much has been happening so quickly ("too much, too soon"??) and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6712259619577462836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6712259619577462836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6712259619577462836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6712259619577462836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/06/blogggg.html' title='blogggg'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-451678822534220032</id><published>2010-01-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T18:41:41.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><summary type='text'>gosh back in syracuse a mere few hours and i'm already bored. Ha. I miss my perfect city. oh well, on the bright side my room is enormous, with a queen sized bed, and just mine. yay. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/451678822534220032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=451678822534220032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/451678822534220032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/451678822534220032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1882823302241845537</id><published>2010-01-14T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:46:42.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a New Yorker means feeling accomplished</title><summary type='text'>Seriously, when I keep busy and run from place to place I actually feel very productive and its a good feeling. I love this city so much. I ride on the energy of it. It's the greatest rush anyone could ask for. And furthermore, it's home. So I had a good 21st birthday and a great break.I ended up seeing a total of 14 shows (which is where are my money went, apparently. That and voice lessons. But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1882823302241845537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1882823302241845537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1882823302241845537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1882823302241845537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-new-yorker-means-feeling.html' title='Being a New Yorker means feeling accomplished'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5058151748167720839</id><published>2010-01-14T00:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T00:00:30.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><summary type='text'>im 21.... wtf</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5058151748167720839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5058151748167720839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5058151748167720839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5058151748167720839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-3836120970210005351</id><published>2010-01-12T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:01:49.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh... mind change</title><summary type='text'>so for start of semester "resolutions" I kind of want to add and switch.The hour of work idea was a good idea on principle but in actuality I'm not sure how it makes sense, just because what if I have more work... I don't know, sorry that wasn't coherent really. But basically - I'm nixing it and replacing it. Instead I'm going to say that I should read non-academic materials for AT LEAST 1/2 and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/3836120970210005351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=3836120970210005351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3836120970210005351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3836120970210005351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/eh-mind-change.html' title='eh... mind change'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-4397359558397883508</id><published>2010-01-10T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:27:00.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and more goodness</title><summary type='text'>Positive action from W,X, and Y (though I'm not supposed to care about W.) and as for Z? Z can go suck it! No clue what I'm talking about? good. But it's good stuff, for the most part, except for Z, which is busy sucking it. Had a good day today, went to Soho and saw emma, had lunch and went shopping with her, then headed to times square, walked around a little but it was freezing. Ran into Jenn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/4397359558397883508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=4397359558397883508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4397359558397883508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4397359558397883508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-more-goodness.html' title='and more goodness'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-506763046100683691</id><published>2010-01-09T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:23:30.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry for so many blogs in such a short period of time.</title><summary type='text'>So many highs and lows today. It could have been a great day, but it wasn't because of the lows.But that being said, I just got a decent amount of dialog scripted for my play.  I mean, its pretty crappy but it's the roughest of the rough drafts so that's a start. Yay progress. I'm going to ignore the bad and the shitty and focus on what was good about today. Using my gift certificate to get some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/506763046100683691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=506763046100683691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/506763046100683691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/506763046100683691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry-for-so-many-blogs-in-such-short.html' title='sorry for so many blogs in such a short period of time.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6614006407613251587</id><published>2010-01-09T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:57:53.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it Positive</title><summary type='text'>okay. Time to start staying positive. STOP THE BITCHING AND MOANING NOW.Okay, done. seven things I'm looking forward to:1. My 21st Birthday :-)2. Chad coming to visit3. Seeing Johnny play at the rockwood (and being legal for it!)4. Going to mostly sondheim5. Heading back to the cuse after being away for 8 months6. final (double) voice lesson before i head back7. having my own room in the cuse and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6614006407613251587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6614006407613251587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6614006407613251587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6614006407613251587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-it-positive.html' title='Keep it Positive'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6515187078256095124</id><published>2010-01-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:40:19.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thats a lot of blogs</title><summary type='text'>This is my 120th blog post... I wonder how many of these are filled with stupid crap, and angry rants. I think its time to invite more happiness into my life. More peacefulness, more calm, more achievement. I don't know. I'm sick of complaining but its of a comfort zone for me. I've always done it. It's easy and convenient. I guess in some ways I'm a sub-conscious self masochist. I like to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6515187078256095124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6515187078256095124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6515187078256095124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6515187078256095124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/thats-lot-of-blogs.html' title='thats a lot of blogs'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6294160170438050068</id><published>2010-01-05T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:39:47.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustration</title><summary type='text'>The fact that I can't think of a story to tell tortures me. I have characters, themes, a voice, set ideas, hell I even have plot twists... I JUST NEED A FREAKING PLOT!!inspiration, where have you gone??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6294160170438050068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6294160170438050068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6294160170438050068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6294160170438050068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/frustration.html' title='frustration'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7833931221208284283</id><published>2010-01-04T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:14:15.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha</title><summary type='text'>well that's one person who I will never, ever, let hurt me again. I may be down on myself sometimes but I KNOW i deserve better than that.okay done ranting. productivish day. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7833931221208284283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7833931221208284283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7833931221208284283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7833931221208284283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/ha.html' title='ha'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5526478942353302157</id><published>2010-01-03T21:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T21:17:31.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASHBACK</title><summary type='text'>haha i have not done stupid surveys in a REALLY long time, but i figured I filled this one out right before 2006 so its about this time of year and it'd be funny to take a look at what i said then and what i would say now. In 2005 did you... In 20091) Get drunk? yes definitely 2) Get high? drugs are bad drugs are bad3) Learn something new about your self? yes yes5) Leave the country? no yes8) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5526478942353302157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5526478942353302157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5526478942353302157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5526478942353302157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2010/01/flashback.html' title='FLASHBACK'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-4894639055257378887</id><published>2009-12-31T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:53:15.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not a failure, just a glitch in the system.</title><summary type='text'>so... i kind of took a cab today because i was running really late, but then to make up for that I walked home from times square, which is about 4 miles. Bleh. Oh well, that just leads me to another resolution-y thing. DON'T BE LATE!! the thing is, I want more than a resolution, the reason resolutions always fail is because they're missing a plan. I haven't figured out what my plan is to not be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/4894639055257378887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=4894639055257378887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4894639055257378887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4894639055257378887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-failure-just-glitch-in-system.html' title='not a failure, just a glitch in the system.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8370234106888664767</id><published>2009-12-30T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:59:22.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE more more</title><summary type='text'>Here are some of my RIGHT NOW RESOLUTIONS!!!1. NO MORE TAXIS. No. They are expensive and stupid. For the rest of break, I will only take a cab if it is absolutely vital to my safety or well being. Otherwise, you've got a Metrocard, Amelia, use it! Ooh, or Walk if its not negative 600 degrees. there's a novel idea!!2. No more coffee. No grande tripple expresso shot sugar-free-vanilla soy lattes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8370234106888664767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8370234106888664767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8370234106888664767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8370234106888664767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-more-more.html' title='MORE more more'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6441227668533427948</id><published>2009-12-30T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:14:17.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolute.</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be honest, I've never been big on resolutions. I'm not sure why, I guess I just can never take them seriously, I try, but I never follow through. Plus I always feel like its so arbitrary, like what's the point of saying in November or December, "In 2010 I'm going to get into to shape and eat healthy" like... if you want to get into shape and eat healthy, why not start now?I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6441227668533427948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6441227668533427948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6441227668533427948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6441227668533427948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolute.html' title='resolute.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8595449789037716464</id><published>2009-12-25T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:19:52.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chroni-what-cles of Melia</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to copy Frankie and Chronicle my vacation:Films Seen:Funny People (on the plane)Nine (In theatres, with Stef and Andrew)Fight ClubBlowGood Will HuntingRequiem for a DreamHedwig and the Angry InchShawshank RedemptionA Clockwork OrangeOne Flew Over the Cuckoo's NestAvatarBroken Embraces Plays Seen:HAIR - 12/18HAIR - 12/19Race - 12/23HAIR - 12/24Memphis - 12/26Fela! - 12/26Next to Normal -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8595449789037716464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8595449789037716464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8595449789037716464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8595449789037716464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/chroni-what-cles-of-melia.html' title='The Chroni-what-cles of Melia'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-133768818556585031</id><published>2009-12-24T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:48:11.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><summary type='text'>I know a quieter New York. A New York where the only sound is the tap of your soles on the slushy winter pavement and the rustle of your double bagged over priced groceries against your thigh. I know a quieter New York where the engines and skidding tires and sirens and crowds are far out in the distance. I know a quieter New York where the "cheap colored lights" are dangled sporadically on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/133768818556585031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=133768818556585031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/133768818556585031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/133768818556585031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-197817594414179412</id><published>2009-12-23T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:45:18.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blahg</title><summary type='text'>i used to love blogging, but now i honestly find it such a hassle and so... well, contrived. I don't know. I think I loved it back in the day on Xanga when EVERYONE had a xanga, and if you didn't have a xanga, you had a live journal.... and everyone READ everyone's xanga. REALLY read, commented, was interested, couldn't wait for their friends to write the next post, actively took silly quizzes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/197817594414179412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=197817594414179412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/197817594414179412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/197817594414179412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/blahg.html' title='blahg'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5625683633546597953</id><published>2009-12-20T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T04:50:57.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need...</title><summary type='text'>to start writing a play. I'm taking playwriting next semester and I need to get started now, I don't want to come into that class empty handed and with nothing.So why am I drawing this blank? For someone who considers "passion" to be one of her greatest attributes and someone who constantly feels compelled to write, and unstoppable urge... why can I think of nothing? Themes and Concepts are sort </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5625683633546597953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5625683633546597953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5625683633546597953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5625683633546597953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-need.html' title='i need...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-759928960147061812</id><published>2009-12-14T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:31:14.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mraz-tastic</title><summary type='text'>I wish my blog was as cool as Jason Mraz's blog. Well, let's be honest here, I wish i was as cool as Jason Mraz. He always has something important to say. His mind just works in such an interesting, beautiful way, his observations just really make you think. I'm much too lazy to write anything cool ever. I like his grip on life. I like his talent. I can't wait to finally see him perform live in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/759928960147061812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=759928960147061812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/759928960147061812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/759928960147061812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/12/mraz-tastic.html' title='mraz-tastic'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6886123250481639374</id><published>2009-11-28T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:12:52.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>so much work, and in pain. no fun.That being said, here are some things that make me smile.Hot chocolate. Freshly fallen snow, in NYC.New York City. Hugs.Stuffed animals.Puppies. Friends.Ice skating.Smiles.Compassion.Caring.Understanding.Thoughtful advice.Connections.NOT the christmas songs that Starbucks is currently playing on repeat, it may be time to whip out the headphones soon. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6886123250481639374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6886123250481639374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6886123250481639374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6886123250481639374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7798934829749714258</id><published>2009-11-25T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:06:32.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thansgiving</title><summary type='text'>we don't have that here :-(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7798934829749714258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7798934829749714258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7798934829749714258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7798934829749714258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/11/thansgiving.html' title='thansgiving'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-3703383279793762705</id><published>2009-11-17T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:44:39.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soaring, flying</title><summary type='text'>So i had a revelation on a swing today. I went for a run in Regents Park (shocking, I know!) and I came across a playground. And surprisingly enough this one didn't have a security guard in front of it requiring you to have a child with you if you're going inside.I love swings, so naturally I decided to go on one, I mean I was  by myself so who's judging? It's not like there was anyone on them. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/3703383279793762705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=3703383279793762705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3703383279793762705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3703383279793762705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/11/soaring-flying.html' title='soaring, flying'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8862124321078528084</id><published>2009-11-08T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:20:57.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot about change, about self, about personality. In an imaginary dialogue (I have those a lot) with an old friend, I said to him, "you know, I've changed a lot since you last saw me, I'm not the same girl I was in 8th grade." But even though I've changed, I'm still "me." But who am I? and how exactly have I changed?Well for one thing I've become more confident, less sensitive</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8862124321078528084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8862124321078528084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8862124321078528084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8862124321078528084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/11/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8557846504249792777</id><published>2009-11-03T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:18:51.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livuhpool</title><summary type='text'>-wrote this on the bus back-Had a really awesome time, went to the local pub with Tina, Karina, Jocie, Fiona, and Becca. Watched a bit of Final Destination 2 but got creeped out and went to bed.The next day Tina took me around the Liverpool center. I bought an awesome shirt at Dorothy Perkins, some makeup, wings, and red haiirspray for my costume (dark angel) Then we went down to Matthew Street </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8557846504249792777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8557846504249792777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8557846504249792777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8557846504249792777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/11/livuhpool.html' title='Livuhpool'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1549670853537047340</id><published>2009-11-02T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:56:55.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alrighty then</title><summary type='text'>I've been working on a few blog posts (on paper) and i realized that I do not need to write about every single little detail about every single trip but an overview and highlights is probably less boredom inducing and more importantly (since this is my blog so i can be a little selfish) a hell of a lot less strenuous to write.That being said, The rest of Berlin, Paris, Nice, and Liverpool updates</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1549670853537047340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1549670853537047340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1549670853537047340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1549670853537047340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/11/alrighty-then.html' title='alrighty then'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6617111098640107277</id><published>2009-10-29T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T14:10:45.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man soooo much catching up to do....</title><summary type='text'>I guess we're still on Germany, huh? Okay... you know what? before it gets too far behind I'm just going to write in current stuff and when I get the chance I will fill the rest in. Sorry about that. Not that anyone reads this anyway though.Okay... Nice, since I just got back from there.Absolutely incredible!! So after being up until 3am to finish that hell hole known as midterm papers, I got to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6617111098640107277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6617111098640107277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6617111098640107277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6617111098640107277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-man-soooo-much-catching-up-to-do.html' title='oh man soooo much catching up to do....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SulpiGrsn0I/AAAAAAAAANM/bMBzL6fmHJY/s72-c/DSCN1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1769129817748169461</id><published>2009-10-21T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:37:40.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so much</title><summary type='text'>sorry for lagging behind, ive got to finish the germany blog and write the paris one but in the meantime...Review of "Our Class" for DRA451 √Group Paper on subcultures in Notting Hill / Portobello Markets --&gt; Written, just need to wait for Iva to submit her revisions so we can edit and work on our class presentation. Due Tomorrow.Description Piece on Sachsenhausen for WRT422 --&gt; Need to edit. Due</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1769129817748169461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1769129817748169461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1769129817748169461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1769129817748169461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much.html' title='so much'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2720715959388116878</id><published>2009-10-14T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:54:02.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin, Deutschland - eine</title><summary type='text'>It's interesting being in a foreign country with  a different language. German is really cool and kind of hilarious. Growing up in a global city I' so used to people walking around gushing in some unrecognizable jargon. It's weird to think that in Berlin, this is me. While everyone here knows a little bit of English, just enough to get by, they don't really understand the language and our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2720715959388116878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2720715959388116878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2720715959388116878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2720715959388116878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/10/berlin-deutschland-eine.html' title='Berlin, Deutschland - eine'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-3308569182253429644</id><published>2009-10-14T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:20:28.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>right here, right now. London.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday (i wrote this over a week ago, but at the time i wrote "yesterday") for the very first time, I felt myself in London. There was nowhere else in the world I could possibly be except in this city. I know the exact moment it him me, it was subtle but recognizable none the less. It wasn't the bright red double decker busses or all the drivers on the "wrong" side of the car. It wasn't the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/3308569182253429644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=3308569182253429644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3308569182253429644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3308569182253429644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/10/right-here-right-now-london.html' title='right here, right now. London.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/StZOmW2UgzI/AAAAAAAAANE/g-IUzbK60vs/s72-c/8125_1193816210464_1380180031_30634922_7645980_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8231407824201903024</id><published>2009-10-14T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:31:45.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that being said...</title><summary type='text'>I love london, really it's great, I'm having a wonderful time here and feel totally at home. But that being said, I couldn't live here forever, I miss New York wayy too much. I miss the coffeeshop on the corner of 86th and 1st open all night long that fulfills my 3am cravings of mozzarella sticks and french fries. nothing is open that late here, well almost nothing. I miss the bright lights and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8231407824201903024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8231407824201903024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8231407824201903024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8231407824201903024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-being-said.html' title='that being said...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-384926890441620756</id><published>2009-10-14T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:30:18.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamstead Heath</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I'm going to start little by little and a bit out of order but here goes...There is something so poetic about hamstead heath that really compels you to write. You just want the visions in your mind and the thoughts in your brain to articulate themselves into structures that do the beuaty justice. You want to reach out, let everyone around you know the connection that you have made with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/384926890441620756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=384926890441620756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/384926890441620756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/384926890441620756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/10/hamstead-heath.html' title='Hamstead Heath'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-3676008104584560118</id><published>2009-10-11T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:26:40.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get excited</title><summary type='text'>there will be lots of updating soon. brace yourselves. In the meantime, sweet dreams chicos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/3676008104584560118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=3676008104584560118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3676008104584560118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3676008104584560118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/10/get-excited.html' title='get excited'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2151053438909605661</id><published>2009-09-27T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:46:28.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never settle</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I needed more than anything to clear my head, relax, escape the tangle of thoughts that were clogging my brain. The theatre. A brilliant solution. The theatre is a place I can go when I need to escape. Leave reality and venture into a world that is not my own. A place where I can fully focus on something else and leave everything I know behind.  London is not like new york in that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2151053438909605661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2151053438909605661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2151053438909605661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2151053438909605661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-settle.html' title='never settle'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5611893935357995781</id><published>2009-09-24T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T04:31:34.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>london</title><summary type='text'>so i have another blog with the roommates but for some reason I wanted to write on here. It's weird being here because even though its been about 3 weeks now, it hardly feels like I'm in another country, let alone another continent. I guess I was expecting to have more of a culture shock but really this city runs very much the same way as my own.That being said though, that's not neccesarily a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5611893935357995781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5611893935357995781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5611893935357995781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5611893935357995781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/09/london.html' title='london'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2178762259124280036</id><published>2009-06-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:42:38.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as if you needed more reasons to love jason mraz...</title><summary type='text'>This quote from his blog fits nicely with my latest blog, yes?"Today I invite you to give your time or attention to a person or a cause that would love to have you. (Grandma’s are a great start.)Get clear or complete with someone today. Who or what have you been avoiding that has been costing you power? Call or visit with that person and let them know what’s on your mind simply as an act of love.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2178762259124280036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2178762259124280036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2178762259124280036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2178762259124280036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-if-you-needed-more-reasons-to-love.html' title='as if you needed more reasons to love jason mraz...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5754926873118469698</id><published>2009-06-20T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:43:17.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 steps forward</title><summary type='text'>So recently I've been having little spurts of motivation. Well, I'm not sure if it's really motivation, its more like, getting myself back on to the plateau when I find myself falling as apposed to climbing further up the mountain. But either way, I suppose it's a good thing. Better than falling off completely. It's just recently when I feel myself getting lazy or losing desire to continue with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5754926873118469698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5754926873118469698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5754926873118469698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5754926873118469698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-steps-forward.html' title='2 steps forward'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2575713024263047371</id><published>2009-06-18T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:31:00.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss the mountains</title><summary type='text'>There was a time when I flew higher,Was a time the wild girl running free would be meNow I see her, feel the fireNow I know she needs me there to share I'm nowhereAll these blank and tranquil yearsSeems they've dried up all my tearsAnd while she runs free and fastSeems my wild days are pastBut I miss the mountainsI miss the dizzy heightsAll the manic magic daysAnd the dark depressing nightsI miss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2575713024263047371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2575713024263047371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2575713024263047371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2575713024263047371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-miss-mountains.html' title='I miss the mountains'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5915263955121126028</id><published>2009-06-16T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:43:20.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art is</title><summary type='text'>my connection to reality</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5915263955121126028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5915263955121126028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5915263955121126028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5915263955121126028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/06/art-is.html' title='art is'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8312547509767204075</id><published>2009-06-02T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:55:17.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know what i want... just not how to get it</title><summary type='text'>I want someone who I can call just to tell him that I miss him and not have to worry about being awkward, or sounding like I'm too clingy... or desperate... Just an innocent remark. I want someone who I can call and say I miss and who will appreciate the call and tell me he misses me too. I want someone who will call me just to tell me he misses me. I want someone to miss me. Some people... are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8312547509767204075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8312547509767204075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8312547509767204075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8312547509767204075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-what-i-want-just-not-how-to-get.html' title='i know what i want... just not how to get it'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2424796613636934273</id><published>2009-05-22T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:39:23.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty</title><summary type='text'>looking out of my twenty-something-th floor window at the overwhelming flow of lights and sky scrapers, then standing on my terrace looking eastward at the river, the bridge, and more lights I re-fell in love with my beautiful city. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2424796613636934273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2424796613636934273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2424796613636934273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2424796613636934273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty.html' title='beauty'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7230517055665931453</id><published>2009-05-17T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T07:30:20.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$$</title><summary type='text'>I have GOT to stop spending so much Money.Also I have GOT to get to Chicago. Which of course involves... (drum role please) spending more MONEY!And getting out of jury duty...Even though no one reads my blog anymore I'd still like to start posting videos again. This one was created by the wonderfully talented Nitya who I had the pleasure of meeting yesterday.Also here is some art that I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7230517055665931453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7230517055665931453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7230517055665931453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7230517055665931453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_17.html' title='$$'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2284273382840574361</id><published>2009-05-15T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T05:56:35.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fail.</title><summary type='text'>my whole being healthy thing totally just jumped out the window.I have GOT to get back on track.On the bright side i've got my first voice lesson today so that should be fun. too bad I feel like crap right now. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2284273382840574361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2284273382840574361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2284273382840574361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2284273382840574361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/fail.html' title='fail.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1496772993820260952</id><published>2009-05-12T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:14:54.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la</title><summary type='text'>so... I signed up for a bdc club card, bought a pair of ballet slippers, and am on my way to becoming a prima ballerina... well not quite but let's take this thing one step at a time.Also I TOTALLY forgot reading on my list. I have a hugeeee pile of books waiting to be read (because i tend to buy books compulsively) so I want to get those done.Here is the list of books, in no particular order </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1496772993820260952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1496772993820260952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1496772993820260952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1496772993820260952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-la-la.html' title='la la la'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8812505475457383891</id><published>2009-05-10T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:25:44.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this summer, pre camp....</title><summary type='text'>i would like to:dancesingjamdrivemanagewatchearnrealistically?I will try my hardest to get to a few dance I made a schedule of all the ones I'd like to take at BDC and Serena which include an assortment of beginner ballet, jazz, theater, hip hop, african, and belly dancing. I'll have to experiment and see which teachers and types I like then i can continue with those.I will contact Sasha's voice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8812505475457383891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8812505475457383891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8812505475457383891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8812505475457383891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-summer-pre-camp.html' title='this summer, pre camp....'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1390519715124750885</id><published>2009-05-06T14:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:32:06.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:-(</title><summary type='text'>overall, despite obnoxious people and anxiety... its been a good year. goodbye cuse, see ya in JANUARY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1390519715124750885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1390519715124750885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1390519715124750885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1390519715124750885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':-('/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-687591827499050939</id><published>2009-05-03T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:53:41.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in an attempt to focus</title><summary type='text'>I put on the nutcracker, its baiscally the only music i've got without lyrics on itunes... thinking that it wouldn't istract me. But no, it did. I just want t sit and listen. I love the nutcracker. I should start making a things I love list again, I'm starting to need it. Let's do this not obvious things. Random happy good things. Okay1. The Nutcracker. 2. Thunder storms at camp, just lying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/687591827499050939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=687591827499050939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/687591827499050939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/687591827499050939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-attempt-to-focus.html' title='in an attempt to focus'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6848370701678323770</id><published>2009-05-01T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:13:40.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bs</title><summary type='text'>this is such bullshitI deserve better.but somehowi can't stop thinking about ithe is driving me mad. all i want to do is NOT care.fucking mixed signals. or maybe the signals are clear and I'm just denying them. either way.fuck him.figuratively.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6848370701678323770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6848370701678323770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6848370701678323770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6848370701678323770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/05/bs.html' title='bs'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7049500018925610476</id><published>2009-04-30T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:46:56.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad song?</title><summary type='text'>I miss those crazy kids. I'm sad I won't be able to go to the mercury lounge. really like, if i was born one year earlier i could be there. but no. blah.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7049500018925610476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7049500018925610476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7049500018925610476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7049500018925610476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-song.html' title='sad song?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-9034524958653755167</id><published>2009-04-27T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:01:34.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten.</title><summary type='text'>My friend made this a facebook note, I would have but I am paranoid and wouldn't want the people who its about to figure it out and I feel like they would so... That's what blogland is for.10 things I would like to tell 10 people1. Thank you so much for being there for me recently. I feel so lucky to have such an amazing friend like you who really gets me and doesn't judge me on the things that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/9034524958653755167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=9034524958653755167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/9034524958653755167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/9034524958653755167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/ten.html' title='Ten.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5996509680220475685</id><published>2009-04-27T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:02:30.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blahz...</title><summary type='text'>holy bejesus. I'm like shaking.I didn't sleep.at all. Lame-o.I'm listening to "I'm Yours" it makes me happy and I never get sick of it. Also it some of the lines pertain SO much to my life right now... In a yearning way though. Like what he saying is articulating exactly what I want, or what I want to say. Okay so... Today 2:30pmfinish taking mag final (basically i wrote a freaking novel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5996509680220475685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5996509680220475685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5996509680220475685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5996509680220475685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/blahz.html' title='blahz...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7754656493412387981</id><published>2009-04-26T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:49:27.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed much?</title><summary type='text'>Magazine final - Tomorrow 8:00amNeed to:Read Chapter 9Read Chapter 8Read Chapter 5Review class notesMemorize all of that shitFact Checking - Tomorrow 5:00pmNeed to:Highlight all the factsCheck themE-mail article back to editorsMonologue - Tomorrow 6:30pmNeed to:Memorize monologueMake it "me" or whatever the hell I'm supposed to with it.Math Test - Tuesday 9:30amNeed to:Go over notesGo over review</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7754656493412387981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7754656493412387981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7754656493412387981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7754656493412387981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/overwhelmed-much.html' title='overwhelmed much?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-4452294310159510391</id><published>2009-04-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:04:47.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jews.</title><summary type='text'>this was a class assignment for newswriting. It was a bitch to cut it down to 300 words but I managed (well, almost, its 301.)&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  “Ma'oz Tzur Yeshu'ati,” The familiar scene of a family singing these words around a menorah during the Syracuse Stage production of Anne Frank made me yearn for my family and feel connected to my roots.  I never saw my religion as particularly unusual</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/4452294310159510391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=4452294310159510391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4452294310159510391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4452294310159510391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/jews.html' title='jews.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-119790130972057984</id><published>2009-04-22T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:47:10.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more doodlies</title><summary type='text'>this is my favorite. I did a hair one, but I don't like it anymore, so maybe I'll redraw it when I have time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/119790130972057984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=119790130972057984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/119790130972057984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/119790130972057984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-doodlies.html' title='more doodlies'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/Se9J9GBQffI/AAAAAAAAAM0/_IRQy3EYE6M/s72-c/sc000c2144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-3890014416242643670</id><published>2009-04-20T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:39:02.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope it works</title><summary type='text'>As Rent gets closer I'm getting more and more excited. Yet I'm worried. What if it doesn't do for me what I need it to. I've always said that Rent's been there for me when I needed it and blah blah blah, but really right now my brain is just one hot mess.I need something, I need comfort, hopefully this will be a comfort zone to turn to. I mean it's not like I don't have friends, i do, and I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/3890014416242643670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=3890014416242643670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3890014416242643670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3890014416242643670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hope-it-works.html' title='i hope it works'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8445804838380247618</id><published>2009-04-19T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:09:06.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forget regret or life is yours to miss</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling like utter crap, I'm sure the time of month has something to do with it too. Seriously its so bad, it makes me overly sensitive about things that shouldn't even phase me. But anyway... all I had to do was realize that I'm seeing Rent in 5 days and the biggest smile just took over my face.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8445804838380247618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8445804838380247618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8445804838380247618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8445804838380247618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/forget-regret-or-life-is-yours-to-miss.html' title='forget regret or life is yours to miss'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2030159050966122542</id><published>2009-04-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:49:58.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am...</title><summary type='text'>going to put 100 things away.it is currently 2:27pmReady, Set, go!2:59pm update -so i picked up a decent amount of stuff, cleaned under my bed, my room still looks like a bit of a disaster area... but okay 100 more items 3:00pm, ready, set, go!4:49pm Beer run &gt; cleaing roomwoopsies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2030159050966122542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2030159050966122542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2030159050966122542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2030159050966122542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am.html' title='i am...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5818693956625511562</id><published>2009-04-11T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:03:33.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Melissa inspired me.It looks like there was a freaking clothes tornado in my room.I can't clear my mind until I clear my floor, because right now you can't see it.Is this a veiled form of procrastination on my term papers? Probably. But either way, it needs to get done. On another note, everything hurts. I don't know what's wrong with me, but really, everything hurts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5818693956625511562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5818693956625511562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5818693956625511562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5818693956625511562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7051306228132428143</id><published>2009-03-30T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:17:00.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><summary type='text'>So I guess what it all comes down to is that life is about choices, and choices are hard to make. And sometimes we make the wrong choices. Sometimes those wrong choices are innocent ones. We didn't know, we couldn't have known, and therefore, we can't kick ourselves for them. hell... maybe it'll all work out, right? The only thing to do now is accept the choices we've made and move forward from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7051306228132428143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7051306228132428143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7051306228132428143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7051306228132428143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1820093111594232573</id><published>2009-03-22T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:46:19.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woah?</title><summary type='text'>Holy crap. somehow, someway... that worked.I posted that blog and just felt encouraged, empowered. Even though I didn't even thing about what I had written, maybe it was just wedged in the back of my head. But I just started writing and I wrote and I wrote (and I thank you dalton for teaching me how to bullshit)It's like a weight has been lifted. Damn, that feels good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1820093111594232573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1820093111594232573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1820093111594232573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1820093111594232573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/woah.html' title='woah?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1485670194095390573</id><published>2009-03-22T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:59:24.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>calm down, missy.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, Amelia, okay.think.Everything is art.EVERYTHING.You just need to color the canvas with words that aesthetically match together in a way that is understandable. They need to make sense. You can always go back and fix the edges.but now it needs to be onto the page.Art is made when there is a need to express it. you NEED to get this done.it must be completely.You must paint a picture. with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1485670194095390573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1485670194095390573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1485670194095390573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1485670194095390573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/calm-down-missy.html' title='calm down, missy.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6129149152146971873</id><published>2009-03-12T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:51:58.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><summary type='text'>I got a gift certificate to Ohm Spa for Chanukah so i decided to use it yesterday. I got a massage and it was glorious, as massages often are. (not that I often get massages, but on the occasion that I do they are quite glorious.) Then I walked from there to the Sephora on 34th and used my gift certificate that my Aunt gave me for my birthday there and got new bronzer, powder, mascara, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6129149152146971873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6129149152146971873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6129149152146971873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6129149152146971873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7622520197993686764</id><published>2009-03-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:50:25.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><summary type='text'>woke up kinda late, when on another cooking adventure. I made whole wheat pasta with spinach and roasted garlic and portobello mushrooms, mozerella, and a liberal amount marinara sauce. Becca came over and i fed her lol. Then Chris came in and we left epic videos on people's facebook walls. Good times, man, good times. Then we headed down to Hair lotto and penski met us there to help, which was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7622520197993686764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7622520197993686764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7622520197993686764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7622520197993686764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2797469401220416706</id><published>2009-03-10T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:49:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><summary type='text'>woke up and chilled around the house for a bit then was like... I NEED TO GET OUT!!but I didn't instead I made some caprese a la melia... it was great I like roasted garlic w/ pepper and chives (and a pinch of salt) and then put slices of tomato on the pan with slices of fresh mozzarella on top then when the the cheese began to melt a bit I put to garlic on top and put the whole shebang in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2797469401220416706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2797469401220416706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2797469401220416706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2797469401220416706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1029536591495193849</id><published>2009-03-09T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:55:23.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 3</title><summary type='text'>nothing.seriously. i did nothing all day. except the good thing i mentioned before.and i went to the grocery store. and had indian food for dinner. and it wasn't even good.and now i feel lethargic. this one is the best. ay hunter.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1029536591495193849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1029536591495193849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1029536591495193849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1029536591495193849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-3.html' title='day 3'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-477384344394281620</id><published>2009-03-08T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:17:22.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of course...</title><summary type='text'>and just as expected, she falls right back in. I feel so vulnerable, I can't stand it. I need to go make art. its the one thing i'm decent at.edit: omg i cant believe i just did that. relief.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/477384344394281620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=477384344394281620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/477384344394281620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/477384344394281620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-course.html' title='of course...'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7412371470113864099</id><published>2009-03-08T09:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:10:04.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday once i was up and ready i went to go get brunch with ava. I wanted to walk... so I did. I walked 3+ miles but then was running late so I hopped in a cab and met her at the smith, which is a restaurant downtown. It was really cute and the food was good. Then we went to some frozen yogurt place (there are so many of them these days) called Sixteen Handles. I was stuffed so I didnt get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7412371470113864099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7412371470113864099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7412371470113864099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7412371470113864099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5025907950791601172</id><published>2009-03-07T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:29:53.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK TIME</title><summary type='text'>this break i'm going to try to actually keep up to date here.so friday...Well Thursday night was technically vacation because I was done with classes so I went to see Mark's show "Little Person" which I really enjoyed a lot. I was nervous because I had hear about it being "interesting" and "different" and "weird" and sometimes those words can imply "pretentiously odd for the sake of being odd" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5025907950791601172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5025907950791601172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5025907950791601172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5025907950791601172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/break-time.html' title='BREAK TIME'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3264/2893168598_8931b1dcd0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5191012071691717228</id><published>2009-03-03T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:58:40.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greasy Pizza</title><summary type='text'>"You'd better know that in the end, its better to say too much than never say what you need to say again. Even if your hands are shaking and your faith is broken. Even as the eyes are closing, do it with a heart wide open. Say what you need to say"So I've decided that the first thing I'm doing when I get home (okay well not first, but one of the firsts) is buying lots and lots of healthy food. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5191012071691717228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5191012071691717228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5191012071691717228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5191012071691717228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/greasy-pizza.html' title='Greasy Pizza'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5215866211928209790</id><published>2009-03-02T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:35:25.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><summary type='text'>so i had a revelation.the time has come.to move on.and i am ready now.i just hope i don't change my mind!!!things are happening, things are moving, i can feel it. I am filled with so much optimism today with no real reason for it. I love this though i want it to continue.This quote is so far off from describing my life, in fact, it's almost the complete opposite. However, I am for some reason </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5215866211928209790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5215866211928209790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5215866211928209790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5215866211928209790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1684034136891448235</id><published>2009-02-28T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T15:00:02.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><summary type='text'>There are so many lyrics that I love and i just so wish that they could pertain to my life, you know. Or sometimes they do pertain to my life, but I can't let anyone know that. And sometimes they don't pertain to my life but I like the quote but I don't want to use it because I think that people will think that it pertains to my life. Or sometimes its something that I want to pertain to my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1684034136891448235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1684034136891448235' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1684034136891448235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1684034136891448235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/02/lyrics_28.html' title='Lyrics'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6787956672167557090</id><published>2009-02-27T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T06:46:29.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fakeness</title><summary type='text'>I hate fake people.I HATE fake people.Like, I really fucking hate fake people.Just say. it. to. my. face. bitch.Really though, it's bitchier to be nice to someone's face and then nasty behind that person's back. For anyone who is reading this. I like honesty. I can handle the fucking truth and I can take a hint. So do yourself and me a favor and don't be a fucking asshole. Entiendas?Also, is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6787956672167557090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6787956672167557090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6787956672167557090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6787956672167557090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/02/fakeness.html' title='Fakeness'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1868327160656563347</id><published>2009-02-18T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:58:11.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tragedy</title><summary type='text'>Article in the Daily NewsArticle in the New York PostNBC article and Video * MOST RECENT * Its weird for something to hit so close to home yet be so distant at the same time. I didn't know him, but I know people who did. I knew who he was. It's shocking, frightening, heart wrenching. It's really an awful thing. Yet I feel like I should be more affected by it and feel awful that I'm not. Perhaps </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1868327160656563347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1868327160656563347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1868327160656563347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1868327160656563347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/02/tragedy.html' title='tragedy'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1217904090104345595</id><published>2009-02-10T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:56:57.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect sense</title><summary type='text'>gosh you know those moments where everything just... falls into place. It all makes perfect sense now ;-)i feel smug.TOS and LMM two of my favoritist things:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1217904090104345595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1217904090104345595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1217904090104345595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1217904090104345595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/02/perfect-sense.html' title='perfect sense'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7198479263252066676</id><published>2009-02-08T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:22:16.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time and place</title><summary type='text'>So I was talking to a friend las night, sort of depressed (beverage consumption being a factor), about the fact that I have never been in a serious relationship. To which he replied, "babe, you're looking in all the wrong places."me: i don't know if I'm really looking thoughhim: trust me you areme: well, where am I supposed to lookhim: maybe you're not supposed to be looking right now.So then I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7198479263252066676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7198479263252066676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7198479263252066676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7198479263252066676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-and-place.html' title='time and place'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1986455624021364204</id><published>2009-02-07T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:15:37.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recruitment?</title><summary type='text'>I don't get why sorority rush is called "recruitment." Just because like, who are they recruiting? These girls all already knew they wanted to be in a sororities some of them are even desperate to be in sororities, to be in particular sororities. If anything I think it should be called "decruitment" as in... Who can we eliminate? Who do we NOT want in our house? Who can we not accept? Or maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1986455624021364204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1986455624021364204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1986455624021364204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1986455624021364204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/02/recruitment.html' title='recruitment?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8878123704308354412</id><published>2009-02-05T11:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T11:27:05.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness</title><summary type='text'>i just wanted to say that i really love all my courses this semester and I am just generally feeling happy. At the moment, anyway.This video is like the encompassment of amazingness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8878123704308354412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8878123704308354412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8878123704308354412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8878123704308354412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/02/happiness.html' title='happiness'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2280434833227041922</id><published>2009-01-31T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:09:08.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vulnerable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative writing'/><title type='text'>creative writing</title><summary type='text'>I tend to dislike almost everything that I write. I think that I have finally discovered the reason for the constant scrapping of drafts, for the dozens of unfinished stories. I believe that there is a blurry line between fiction and reality. The creative fiction stories that I write are either about something I know nothing of (which often leads to me getting stuck and not knowing where to turn)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2280434833227041922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2280434833227041922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2280434833227041922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2280434833227041922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/creative-writing.html' title='creative writing'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6297134455575847954</id><published>2009-01-29T11:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:58:10.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st amendment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subjectivitiy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potter puppet pals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom of speach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newspaper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reporting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>writing is subjective</title><summary type='text'>The blatant rejection of my writing would usually have significantly discouraged me from keeping my head up in the field. However, in my frustration, there is nothing that I feel more compelled to do right now than to just write.Was that sentence clear cut? Was it coherent? Do I care?I believe that writing is an art. It is something we create. It is something that the artist initiated for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6297134455575847954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6297134455575847954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6297134455575847954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6297134455575847954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/writing-is-subjective.html' title='writing is subjective'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-2020002077481462240</id><published>2009-01-28T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:10:51.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really, really, likes comments.</title><summary type='text'>Ugh. I hate obnoxious people. just throwing that out there. I should write better blogs but i don't really have the time right now.But i am in this video: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/2020002077481462240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=2020002077481462240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2020002077481462240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/2020002077481462240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-really-likes-comments.html' title='really, really, likes comments.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7411819416020857396</id><published>2009-01-28T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:56:31.614-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guitar picks'/><title type='text'>amelia likes comments... just saying.</title><summary type='text'>So, the question is... if I do not have my guitar up in Syracuse then why is there a pick lying on my bedside "table"??RANDOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and yes, i left the m out on purpose. Why? I do not know.)she is so fierce. best "leap of faith" ever if i do say so myself.(for those of you know don't know about the wonder that is antonique smith, you can see her kickass in NOTORIOUS as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7411819416020857396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7411819416020857396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7411819416020857396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7411819416020857396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/amelia-likes-comments-just-saying.html' title='amelia likes comments... just saying.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8383555635933192434</id><published>2009-01-25T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:52:09.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woops</title><summary type='text'>oh man, MAJOR mishap... let's NOT do that again.let's also not double our weight again at 3am, k?i was bored and made this: http://www.scrapblog.com/0248D5B7-5242/60278211-660Band here is the video of the day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8383555635933192434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8383555635933192434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8383555635933192434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8383555635933192434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/woops.html' title='woops'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5354416139275358302</id><published>2009-01-22T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:32:06.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the heights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auditions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='straight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lin-manuel miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school news paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theatre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Does anyone still read this?</title><summary type='text'>1. I need more straight male friends2. I need more straight male potential more than friends3. Basically, I need more testosterone in my life. Sorry, was that awkward? 4. My first article for the D.O. (or school newspaper) is due on February 9th. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a little bit nervous. 5. I've decided to audition for WhAT again this semester. I miss having theatre in my life. Then again, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5354416139275358302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5354416139275358302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5354416139275358302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5354416139275358302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/1_22.html' title='Does anyone still read this?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8714983252237681700</id><published>2009-01-21T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:52:46.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in the heights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hourly comics day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuela'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>preparing for national hourly comic day</title><summary type='text'>and a video for the road</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8714983252237681700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8714983252237681700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8714983252237681700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8714983252237681700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparing-for-national-hourly-comic-day.html' title='preparing for national hourly comic day'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SXgD6u3binI/AAAAAAAAAL4/55_UOFeq6R0/s72-c/Photo+54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5068268963658528579</id><published>2009-01-20T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:53:11.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys suck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweeney todd'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay obamaboo other people.that is all. here's one for the road (ive decided to post some of my youtube faves on my entries)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5068268963658528579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5068268963658528579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5068268963658528579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5068268963658528579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-obama-boo-other-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7021346508962473284</id><published>2009-01-14T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:54:40.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. I dont get why, as a magazine major, i need to take this news writing class. I want to write for MAGAZINES, that means that I like my flowy, wordy, vocabulary infused essays. Why should I have to learn how to simplify and boringify my writing when after this class I have every intention on writing as I've been. It also would be nice if the profile thing we have to write for tomorrow was oh, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7021346508962473284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7021346508962473284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7021346508962473284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7021346508962473284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-8753080986140694455</id><published>2009-01-08T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:59:22.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog ON TIME</title><summary type='text'>so even though i'm behind on the others i figured i'd catch us all up in this direction.so...Thursday, January 8thwoke up super early this morning because matt had to move his car before 9. Said goodbye, met Becca for coffee and I felt bad bc i was running so late. Came back napped did a whole lot of nothing. Made some spanish notecards because i decided that if im going to take spanish 2 next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/8753080986140694455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=8753080986140694455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8753080986140694455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/8753080986140694455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog-on-time.html' title='New Blog ON TIME'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-3974888115839272900</id><published>2009-01-08T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:40:31.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><summary type='text'>i need to catch up because i want to go back to writing random thoughts and crap so ill try to not get behind as well as fill in the holes... soo why dont we start with yesterday and then i'll go back into the previous entry to fill in more on the PR trip and man i havent even touched boston yet. not sure why i feel SO compelled to have a detailed report of everything single day but i dont know i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/3974888115839272900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=3974888115839272900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3974888115839272900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/3974888115839272900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-6792981118972898518</id><published>2009-01-06T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:51:16.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><summary type='text'>there is NO WAY I'm going to remember everything so I'm going to backtrack while things are still fresh in my mind, and add them in while i get a chance. Sunday January 4thSo we decided to sleep in late since it was supposed to rain, but alas it was gorgeous out. Oh well, there was no way we could have known. So Viviana, her family, Terrance, Leilani, and I all went to old san juan. It was a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/6792981118972898518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=6792981118972898518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6792981118972898518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/6792981118972898518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/crap.html' title='crap'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1419608701266973388</id><published>2009-01-02T12:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:49:23.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>left behind</title><summary type='text'>gah im so behind hopefully i can remember everything</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1419608701266973388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1419608701266973388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1419608701266973388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1419608701266973388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2009/01/left-behind.html' title='left behind'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-4420333436591682715</id><published>2008-12-31T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:27:03.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry</title><summary type='text'>wow, i have NOT been keeping up here. I hope I even remember everything from the past week or whatever. I will try. December 25Went w/ mi madre to my grandparents house, we just hung out there for a while, my aunt, uncle, and cousin, and dog came over for a bit and we took pictures and it was merry. Then I went back into the city around 6. I wanted to see another show, so I figured I would go to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/4420333436591682715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=4420333436591682715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4420333436591682715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4420333436591682715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry.html' title='sorry'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-5061279735580852015</id><published>2008-12-27T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:25:47.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and even further ramblings</title><summary type='text'>I have been having a LOT of issues sleeping, like I haven't been able to fall asleep before 5am for the past 4 days or so. It sucks majorly. But alasDecember 24thDespite not sleeping much, I woke up early enough to make heights lotto. It was pouring rain but I got CC107, which is DEAD CENTER and I was so happy since I haven't won lotto, well ever actually, but I haven't sat lotto since the show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/5061279735580852015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=5061279735580852015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5061279735580852015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/5061279735580852015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-even-further-ramblings.html' title='and even further ramblings'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1493301125476855974</id><published>2008-12-26T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:55:11.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>loves it.</title><summary type='text'>I got this from michelle's blog and it just made me LOL so hard. So I thought i would share it with anyone who actually reads this.Ladies and Gentlemen, prop 8, the musical."Prop 8 - The Musical" starring Jack Black, John C. Reilly, and many more... by Jack BlackIn addition I thought I'd share some puppy love with you all:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1493301125476855974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1493301125476855974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1493301125476855974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1493301125476855974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/loves-it.html' title='loves it.'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SVU195m5jII/AAAAAAAAALI/5vkiOiWT9RE/s72-c/IMG00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1046230181443433684</id><published>2008-12-25T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:16:31.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alright let's get caught up then, shall we?</title><summary type='text'>Monday December 22ndWoke up a bit later than i should have and was running a bit behind for my wisdom tooth checkup thingy. Well eventually we got there, everything was dandy, and left to go to the hair salon. I got a few more layers and then grabbed a bite with my mom and we headed to Bryant Park to check out the holiday shops. When we got there I honestly couldn't stop smiling. I'm am about to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1046230181443433684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1046230181443433684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1046230181443433684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1046230181443433684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/alright-lets-get-caught-up-then-shall.html' title='alright let&apos;s get caught up then, shall we?'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-4256752701209858593</id><published>2008-12-23T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:17:24.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and even further ramblings... surprise surprise</title><summary type='text'>Sunday December 21st.I did nothing. all. freaking. day. Seriously I just like slept and went online, it was positively dreadful. I can't think of many things that I like less than being bored. Well that's not true. I don't, by definition, like all things negative. We ordered Indian food which is always a good choice. I need to remember the name of that tofu dish I got because it is amazing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/4256752701209858593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=4256752701209858593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4256752701209858593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/4256752701209858593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-even-further-ramblings-surprise.html' title='and even further ramblings... surprise surprise'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7955494660797288270</id><published>2008-12-20T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:10:44.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more ramblings</title><summary type='text'>Friday december 19thwoke up, met up with amanda who had an interview at bloomingdales. then we went and ate at cpk. Apparently they spinach artichoke dip is now vegetarian, which is good to know, though it wasn't as good as I had remembered it to be. Oh well. And so many calories. Blah. They also list the calories on the menu. that's not fun either, but i guess in the end a good thing, right? I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7955494660797288270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7955494660797288270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7955494660797288270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7955494660797288270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-ramblings.html' title='more ramblings'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-1819727281470932972</id><published>2008-12-18T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:11:51.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flash back to the past</title><summary type='text'>2 years ago today (well yesterday) i got into college. crazy.Thursday, Decemeber 18thwent to visit my high school w/ ava and allison and saw ashley there as well. It was nice. I got to talk to a bunch of my old teachers which I always enjoy. A few of them weren't around but I saw the majority of the ones I wanted to. I miss my high school teachers a lot, they were they best. My history teacher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/1819727281470932972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=1819727281470932972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1819727281470932972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/1819727281470932972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/flash-back-to-past.html' title='flash back to the past'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SUtV2_f9pUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/intUTbczZIQ/s72-c/n1380180031_30267999_2407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3730731599104310606.post-7748189273784028936</id><published>2008-12-17T08:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:33:39.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time to search the world around, cause you know where I'll be found... when i come around</title><summary type='text'>10. since i already did acoustic guitar i won't count that as my number 10, instead I'll say seeing Mr. Gallagher perform live (and by Mr. Gallagher, I clearly mean Johnny Gallagher, and not m middle school teacher, though he is a performance artist as well)11. good comedy that isn't forced12. cooking13. long walks by myself around the city14. tomato soup15. sleepovers with stefMonday December </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/feeds/7748189273784028936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3730731599104310606&amp;postID=7748189273784028936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7748189273784028936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3730731599104310606/posts/default/7748189273784028936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindhorizons.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-time-to-search-world-around-cause.html' title='no time to search the world around, cause you know where I&apos;ll be found... when i come around'/><author><name>Amelia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k7QymdpnDkA/SO936rYlX5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/fhtjR3E1n28/S220/Amelia1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
