<?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-6289566685785461244</id><updated>2012-01-01T21:01:34.365-06:00</updated><category term='brodi'/><category term='job'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='church'/><category term='family'/><category term='Wifey'/><category term='about me'/><category term='information'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='college'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='music'/><category term='Mill Street'/><category term='dating'/><category term='reparations'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='dance'/><category term='easter'/><category term='Lego'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Small Town Melody</title><subtitle type='html'>The rambles and rants of a young woman who always has something to say.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-8962402949897590245</id><published>2011-11-27T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:28:00.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If Emmie and I get a place together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT6j7lpik7k/TtLxhGVRuzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MRcHs0-S0yY/s1600/332484.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT6j7lpik7k/TtLxhGVRuzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MRcHs0-S0yY/s320/332484.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679867631005449010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7O9CeYAtA4/TtLxhH2zPNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vWeKRonKBVc/s1600/334740%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7O9CeYAtA4/TtLxhH2zPNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/vWeKRonKBVc/s320/334740%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679867631414492370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCJGVhJjYDw/TtLxg7xB2iI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jl2CDdzeO1k/s1600/328024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eCJGVhJjYDw/TtLxg7xB2iI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Jl2CDdzeO1k/s320/328024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679867628169058850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwhat1UnHR8/TtLxg_24LrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/73Bd1K1U17k/s1600/330777.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwhat1UnHR8/TtLxg_24LrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/73Bd1K1U17k/s320/330777.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679867629267332786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fiddling with the idea of getting an apartment in the d.f.dub area (likely near the university) with a dear dear DEAR best friend as my roommate. We've discussed budget and income and utilities and just-in-cases and basic furnishings, but we haven't touched the big deal very much, and that is how to make it home. So if I post something that has anything to do with Emmie or the New Place in the title, it likely will be just a bunch of stuff I'd LOVE to have to make the place more me, well, more "us" because we're pretty similar in taste and cheesy-ness and adorability. These are not words, I know, but you get the idea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infinite Xs and Os :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-8962402949897590245?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/8962402949897590245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-emmie-and-i-get-place-together.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8962402949897590245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8962402949897590245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-emmie-and-i-get-place-together.html' title='If Emmie and I get a place together...'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BT6j7lpik7k/TtLxhGVRuzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/MRcHs0-S0yY/s72-c/332484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-3753424549163904786</id><published>2011-11-17T00:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:50:16.929-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mill Street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><title type='text'>Lego Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: large; "&gt;I know it's been a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I could catch yall up on every single important event since my last post (I don't even remember when I last posted, and I'm too lazy to check right now). That's not going to happen though. Tonight, I showed my friend Rian my favorite place to hang out. He drove all the way down here so we could play with Legos together, but my sister is sick so I had to go to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; my other home (Mill Street) with him. We had hot chocolate and built 4 sets, 2 larger models and 2 matching small star destroyers. I haven't played with Legos in years, and I'm definitely not the best at it, as Rian was quite judgey about my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; Lego etiquette and my own style of figuring out things. I built the 2nd star destroyer mostly by myself, without looking at the instructions, and trying only to look at Rian's finished destroyer to know what to do. After about 5 or 6 minutes of agitated grunts and sighs of relief, and 2 or 3 assisted deconstructions from him, I finished mine. Now he has a whole fleet. 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You're thinking, "Melody! You don't drink coffee!!! What are you doing in a place like this????" I'll tell you what I'm doing. I'm slurping down a strawberry chocolate chiller. And I'm updating my blog using their free wifi connection. And I'm downloading music. And filling out job applications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mill Street Coffee - for the win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, if you live in the area and you've never been. Go. It's on the corner of Mill and Harrell, just down the street from Morris Neil's, and across from the farmers market. I have so many good memories in this place. They have neato books everywhere and a couple of fun group games available like Hit or Miss, Imaginiff, and Fact or Crap. Share in the pleasantness. Stop by for a visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STM loves you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-5725045083175711035?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/5725045083175711035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/02/strawberry-chocolate-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/5725045083175711035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/5725045083175711035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/02/strawberry-chocolate-goodness.html' title='Strawberry Chocolate Goodness.'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-7390594449023336322</id><published>2011-02-16T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:02:41.465-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Night :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I continue the search for a new job. In the mean time, taking my niece to dance class every Wednesday is one of the highlights of my week. I made her a super adorable two-tone pink tutu with sparkles a few weeks ago, and when classes finally resumed today, she was NOT going to class without taking it with her. Now her teacher, a good friend of mine, wants one. :) I'm looking forward to making it, and this time, my niece is going to help. This weekend I'm going out of town to visit a very good friend in San Angelo. In the mean time, I'll be finishing some embroidery projects and doing some scrapbooking! YAY! Classes are slow, mid-term slow, which is almost as dull as finals. I guess I'm lucky, I never stress about these tests. I just pay attention (sort of) in class and read my books, and they're just like every other test I have, only more time consuming and therefore more dreadfully boring. Just one more semester before I take my long awaited 18 month break to serve a mission. Then I get to do what I love 24/7, not worry about dating, or school, or work. Just serving the lord. Cannot. Wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TONIGHT: Is nerd night! I just finished watching a cheesy action movie (Bulletproof Monk) that I bought used for $4! I love when that happens! AND I also purchased a game while at the movie/game store, Gauntlet: Dark Legacy for ps2. SOOOO I'm having skating rink arcade flashbacks and playing it for hours until I either get sick from too much mint chocolate chip ice cream or I fall asleep from exhaustion. Kicking monster butt takes a lot out of a girl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infinite Xs and Os, yall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-7390594449023336322?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/7390594449023336322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerd-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/7390594449023336322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/7390594449023336322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerd-night.html' title='Nerd Night :)'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-8827411426756541926</id><published>2011-01-09T03:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T03:59:36.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Start.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's only 8 days and 4 hours into the new year, and I've already found myself in a romantic pickle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between my last post and now - Best friend I've had a crush on since I was 14 comes back into my life. Slowly. And doesn't seem to show any more interest than when we were way close. Less, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristan, (I'm putting your name in this part because you deserve it.) Freaking seeing me maybe 3 times at random instances and kissing me only hours before you move away. What a jerk move. However sweet you made it seem, it was still too late in the game to make such a play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and someone who has been nothing but nice, whom we will hereon know as Daemon, you go to school too far away. And I've fallen for you over the past couple of weeks. I've told you already that I've always liked you, but now I'm hooked. I hope the next few months pass by quickly, and that you remember the last words I said to you before you left, and actually follow the advice, because you're a 10, and you deserve more than an Ellen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the pickle, 3 guys in less than 2 months. I wouldn't say a storm is brewing, seeing as how the two that actually realize I exist live out of reach, and the third is too busy being mister popular to pay much attention to me. That's why I love all my friends :) they make distracting me from my craziness sooooo much easier. Kaite has suggested I take a hiatus from romance for an extended period of time, to clear my head and gain some sanity, and I'm gonna do it. No kissing, cuddling, or any such actions/sentiments allowed. Difficult, seeing as how the holiday I tend to resent the most is in just over a month, but decided. And I'm stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the mean time, I'll be playing lots and lots of video games and focusing on school and finding a job, and probably lots of cooking and baking. LOTS. of cooking. and baking... Maybe my new years resolution should be to get fat??? Teehee, I can't really imagine myself overweight. However, ice skating will keep me fit, seeing as how that is my resolution, to become a content skater. The closest rink is an hour away. Seeing as how this is Texas, it may seem ridiculous, but since when did anything I resolve to do make sense?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infinite X's and O's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-8827411426756541926?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/8827411426756541926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/01/brand-new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8827411426756541926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8827411426756541926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2011/01/brand-new-start.html' title='A Brand New Start.'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-4782959389048662741</id><published>2010-12-16T21:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:27:14.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay. I added more stuff!</title><content type='html'>Ha. Hahaha. Ha...&lt;div&gt;Man, if I keep making this list longer - you guys might just buy the first thing you see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget you can use this as a guide to get a gift for almost any girl (with a good sense of humor). AND that you should never EVER buy a present you don't like for someone you actually care about. Whether they like it or not, unless they specifically ask YOU to get that specific item, it's just not a good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.modcloth.com/storefront/wishlists/363741"&gt;My ModCloth.com Wishlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ae.com/"&gt;My American Eagle Wishlist&lt;/a&gt; ::: Click *wishlist* and search for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hollister Stuff:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoodies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=669367&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=60558&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552"&gt;Ramona&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=659548&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=60558&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552&amp;amp;colorSequence=01"&gt;Boat Canyon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=712621&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=60558&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552&amp;amp;colorSequence=06"&gt;Diver's Cove&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=668865&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=60558&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552&amp;amp;colorSequence=06"&gt;River Jetties&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shirts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=712727&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=12648&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552&amp;amp;colorSequence=10"&gt;Bolsa Chica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hollisterco.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?storeId=10251&amp;amp;catalogId=10201&amp;amp;productId=701655&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;categoryId=12648&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=12552&amp;amp;colorSequence=03"&gt;Hidden Hills&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a small. In everything. But if it's a hoodie or jacket, mediums are alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldwidefred.com/home.htm"&gt;Fred &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/a&gt; cooking stuff. Oven mits shaped like PacMan, Ninja Cookie Cutters, things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;a href="https://shop.ccs.com/wishlist/"&gt;CCS.com&lt;/a&gt; Wishlist: My name and state search&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any type of &lt;a href="http://www.splitreason.com/cad-comic/"&gt;Ctrl+Alt+Del Merchandise&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://redvsblue.com/store/"&gt;RVB Merchandise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you're reeeeally bankin (haha, don't worry, I know none of you are) &lt;a href="http://www.brilliantearth.com/In-The-Stars-Pendant-Silver-JP4ZK1-Capricorn/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there's the easy stuff,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a Rue21 or Forever21 giftcard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a day at 6 flags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or the zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or, if you're creative, surprise me! haha =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infinite Xs and Os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-4782959389048662741?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/4782959389048662741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-i-added-more-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/4782959389048662741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/4782959389048662741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/12/okay-i-added-more-stuff.html' title='Okay. I added more stuff!'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-8211714143581986865</id><published>2010-10-25T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:35:43.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>There comes a time...</title><content type='html'>...In the life of almost every modern young person when they face a very serious dilemma. My iTunes library is waaaaaaaay too big to fit on my iPod. Even after deleting all the crap that I only have for the sake of close friends and family. Attempt after feeble attempt has been made to make a playlist that will fit on my tiny 4gb music minion, but no formula seems to work overall. I'll make a list, go about my day, only to find that I left almost an entire band off that I'm CRAVING to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa/Easter Bunny/Tooth Fairy/Group of friends who love me enough to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Please bring me a bigger iPod. MUCH bigger please. I love you and I promise I will be a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'll brush my teeth and be nice to others. I'll even cut back on the daily doses of boy-crazy. PLEEEEEASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite 'X's and 'O's&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-8211714143581986865?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/8211714143581986865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-comes-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8211714143581986865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8211714143581986865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-comes-time.html' title='There comes a time...'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-8445241269442318653</id><published>2010-10-06T02:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T02:32:54.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Like The Last to Know, Ya Know?</title><content type='html'>So I've been taking deeper adventures into the underground world of D.I.Y. Blogging :). I think I've found another family among these women (and men). So many cute ideas, especially from Erika at &lt;a href="psimadethis.com"&gt;psimadethis.com&lt;/a&gt;, and her new book of the same title. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USOraPNvGS0&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; she shows fellow bloggers at Design*Sponge how to marbleize paper and turn it into a beautiful work of art... Okay, a lampshade, but still! It's so cute, check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Xs and Os&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-8445241269442318653?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/8445241269442318653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/10/feel-like-last-to-know-ya-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8445241269442318653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8445241269442318653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/10/feel-like-last-to-know-ya-know.html' title='Feel Like The Last to Know, Ya Know?'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-2401802887011964524</id><published>2010-09-25T01:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:50:09.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PENUTS!!!</title><content type='html'>No, sadly I don't mean the cartoon. I'm talking about the food. I'm nuts for penuts lately. I don't even like them, but once they're placed in front of you, you just have to eat them. Sorta like popcorn (I also hate popcorn). I've been eating them for days now, but the best part? My hair is super shiny :). I LOVE Shiny. It's a good thing to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I took a break from the week-long beg for rejection which people have come to call "Job Hunting". Mantra for the day: Focus on the difference I can make. Focus on the difference I can make. FOCUS ON THE DIFFERENCE I CAN MAKE. It didn't make the rejection any easier. I did some crafts, made a cheesecake and a chocolate chocolate chip cake. Ate dinner with my brother and his gf (she's a great cook by the way) and drew up some stuff for Sunday to make linger longer go more smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAKE HAS TO WORK SUNDAY. Argh! I've been looking forward to this Sunday for weeks, because he was going to finally see why I love church so much, and now he's got to friggin work. SUCKAGE. Haha, when he called to tell me, he said he'd make it up to me by flying me to Utah. I'm going to hold him to that, I want to go snowboarding soooo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. It's way late, get some sleep readers! Love you all so much!&lt;br /&gt;Infinite X's and O's :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-2401802887011964524?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/2401802887011964524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/penuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/2401802887011964524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/2401802887011964524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/penuts.html' title='PENUTS!!!'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-7543706662476050109</id><published>2010-09-22T12:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:43:21.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's just the way the cake crumbles...</title><content type='html'>Got an odd phone call last night about which slice of cake my best friend prefers... Jacob decided he was going to stick a note in it to ask her to the Roundup, and she picked the slice I told him (Hoo-rah!) and from his vague description it sounded  like it all went off without a hitch. Then I talked to Kaite this morning... Poor Jacob, he should have asked for more tips. Just saying. I'm a bit disappointed to hear nobody has pulled off the famous OREO SPEED WAGON number from Singles Ward. It was my favorite :). But I've seen a couple of pretty darn creative propositions so far this morning, and at least the boys are trying to be original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorta makes me wish I had the opportunity to do things like that more often in our area, I love putting together scavenger hunts and random creative ways to ask or announce things. I'd post a few but I'm afraid someone might actually take my advice and I'd run out of ideas, :) but if you want to know any I'd be more than happy to answer any comments. I'd really love to be an event planner and run a hosting service. I'd be right at home the whole entire time. Anywho, have a good day, and make it count! The only person to blame for a dull or bad day is usually yourself. Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The optimist fell ten stories&lt;br /&gt;And at each passing bar&lt;br /&gt;He hollered to the folks inside&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing alright so far!&lt;/span&gt;'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Infinite X's and O's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-7543706662476050109?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/7543706662476050109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-just-way-cake-crumbles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/7543706662476050109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/7543706662476050109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-just-way-cake-crumbles.html' title='That&apos;s just the way the cake crumbles...'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-8672556926982130014</id><published>2010-09-20T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:54:04.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a pick me up?</title><content type='html'>I honestly cannot stop watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4F57zlJ1ZM"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;. It's funny, but at the same time FIERCE beyond what I would consider most men capable of. At least, most straight men. These guys proved me wrong! (FYI: The guy in the "HI" shirt gets it :] ) Volleyball tonight at FHE, and just found out I get to act at next weeks activity. Don't know what I'm doing yet, but I already agreed, haha. It's probably showing "good manners" vs "bad manners" since it's an etiquette lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed the Mishters yesterday, all four of them, and man, I just kept getting insulted - comment after comment. Elder Selland and Elder Priest are still on my good side though... Monthier (that's probably... No, definitely not how that's spelled) and Hood better watch it though if they want me to make them funnel cake. And the bottle tree has a new ornament, an autographed Dublin bottle signed by Elder Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say I felt a little down yesterday, but &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h4F57zlJ1ZM"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt; did the trick to cheer me right up this morning :). SO GO WATCH IT it's def worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Xs and Os&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-8672556926982130014?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/8672556926982130014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/need-pick-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8672556926982130014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8672556926982130014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/need-pick-me-up.html' title='Need a pick me up?'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-3258024234775051826</id><published>2010-09-17T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T11:56:47.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"KIDS! What's the matter with kids today?!"</title><content type='html'>"...Why can't they be like we were - perfect in every way? What's the matter with kids today?" I can't help but laugh at myself, finding it hard not to quote the overbearing father in the musical Bye Bye Birdie, when everywhere I look there are toddlers with cellphones, little punk wannabe 2nd graders wearing over sized jerseys and baggy pants, 8-year-old children with myspaces and facebooks that run their entire existence. I hear others complain all the time about how 'kids today' aren't being taught the right values and fundamentals of being an adult in actual reality, but rarely do we see those same people doing anything about it. Well, I'm going to. I'm still just a kid in my opinion, and I like to have fun and learn new things. Maybe I can rub off on my nieces and nephew as they grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I were just talking this morning about taking her kids to the Museum of Science and History :D There is soooo much stuff to do there for children, interactive exhibits, the dinosaur dig, and the Omni Theater are just a few off the top of my head. I'd also like to take A and D to the Botanic Gardens up there soon, maybe get them dressed up and head up when the Monarchs are migrating through to get some really beautiful pictures. I know they love to fly kites, and I think they might like the Japanese Gardens there, where they can feed the fish in the Coi Pond and we'd get interesting kites from the gift shop. OOOH I just found out the zoo is having classes for children D's age every Saturday morning where they learn about and interact with some of the animals there. I have yet to find information, but I've heard rumor that the FW Library has staged readings and kid's theater every other week, and I'd love to take them to that as well. Trinity Park has a train that goes around the grounds for children to ride, which I'm sure D would absolutely LOVE. If it were later in the year I'd want to plan a trip to 6flags but I don't think they can handle Fright Fest just yet. Holiday in the park will be perfect though.&lt;br /&gt;Even more locally, there's an outdoor museum just 2-3 minutes from the house with a recreated Old Wardville from the 1840s. There are cabins and a wagon station, a windmill, and some tepees set up right at the entrance, and I thought it might be fun to do have them make headdresses out of craft supplies and I'll get my cowboy hat and we could play a bit while they learn about some of Texas' history. Dad wants to take them out on the boat soon I'm sure, and we could go fishing and swimming while it's still warm. SOOOO MANY IDEAS. I just hope the kids have the endurance to walk around a park :)&lt;br /&gt;Infinite Xs and Os&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-3258024234775051826?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/3258024234775051826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/kids-whats-matter-with-kids-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/3258024234775051826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/3258024234775051826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/kids-whats-matter-with-kids-today.html' title='&quot;KIDS! What&apos;s the matter with kids today?!&quot;'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-6630362982256345271</id><published>2010-09-15T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:04:58.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>This Too Shall Pass</title><content type='html'>Have you ever needed to do something, and people were depending on you to do that something, but you couldn't do it right away like you'd like to do, or really do anything about it for the time being, because you had to wait for someone else to do what THEY are supposed to do???? My recipe for defeating my very own defeatist attitude/tracking down people and wringing their necks:&lt;br /&gt;*Listen to iPod REALLY LOUD and go running with dog(s).&lt;br /&gt;*Clean. Anything and Everything.&lt;br /&gt;*Facebook stalk interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;*Read old love letters people have posted on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;*Find interesting new places to take pictures around where you live.&lt;br /&gt;*BAKE LIKE IT'S LIFE OR DEATH :o&lt;br /&gt;*Help others :) You may not be able to do what someone is waiting on YOU to do for some reason, but you can help someone else get what they need done finished! And you feel good!&lt;br /&gt;*Distract yourself with friends. Try playing "Have you met Ted?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. SOOOOOOOO life update -&lt;br /&gt;(I promise I'll start getting better at keeping my far away friends updated, I keep forgetting my password to my account so I rarely get on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YSA branch - quite a few wonderful people! Being food coordinator is a blessing beyond description, and I'm getting an assistant!!!! Again!!!! I'll post who after they've been called and confirmed which won't be this week because this weekend is stake conference. [[[random side note: typing is ridiculously more difficult when you've been handicapped by a bandaid on the tip of one of your main digits]]] Now I know I'm always interested in some guy or another, or 20... But I'm not feeling the boy-crazy vibe at the moment, which is nice. I know that one or two guys in the branch think I'm cute but for one reason or another aren't interested in anything at the time. I'm so glad MJ and Clayton are coming to the branch now! It's good to have him home from his mission, even if he is still acclimating himself to the culture shock going from Peru to Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work - NEEDED. I need a job soOo bad right now, and I've been looking for soOo long that it's difficult to not get discouraged, but I have to have faith that the Lord will provide a way. I'm very recently no longer enrolled in school because of issues with payments and a problem with the firm that bought my loans... which is irritating beyond belief. So I'm uninsured until I can buy my own insurance, which I need money to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family- J&amp;amp;S moved even further away, Kimmy moved way closer, and DJ moved OUT. Wow. Madre's friend may actually give us her house if she can't sell it by the time she moves to Cali, in which case I may be living in the house all by my lonesome till we get it fixed to rent, and that would be WAY COOL. I already know how I'd fix it up and rearrange everything. And if we don't get the other house, there's always Extreme Makeover: Home Edition :)&lt;br /&gt;Infinite X's and O's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-6630362982256345271?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/6630362982256345271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-too-shall-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6630362982256345271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6630362982256345271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-too-shall-pass.html' title='This Too Shall Pass'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-1905025815957976557</id><published>2010-05-26T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:42:08.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Gonna Cry</title><content type='html'>Kmac is singing hear at Mill Street :) Her and some guy she's graduating with are practicing to perform at commencement this friday night. She sounds so pretty! Man, what I would give to sound like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-1905025815957976557?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/1905025815957976557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-gonna-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/1905025815957976557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/1905025815957976557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-gonna-cry.html' title='I&apos;m Not Gonna Cry'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-6869204770146842959</id><published>2010-05-26T02:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T03:15:58.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's practically 3 in the morning...</title><content type='html'>stupid awake-ness... haha. BAH THINGS HAVE CHANGED  SOOOO MUCH SINCE MY LAST POST&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know what my last post says...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*reads last post*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, things with M haven't really progressed much. I haven't seen him in forever, even though he's been home about a week and 1/2... I'm still able to put my hands up during "Single Ladies" at the dances, so it seems more than anything that things are at a standstill, haha, if not in reverse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss a dear friend of mine WAAAY too much. He's just a friend. But I'd like for that to change... Girls, you know how when you REALLY like someone, you sometimes imagine what it would be like if you got to spend forever with them? I don't mean like, creepy stalker people cut out faces and put them on wedding pictures (I've seen someone do that, it's way scary), but like, you imagine your first name with their last name or something small like that. Yeah, I've found myself doing those little things lately. I have no idea if he could ever see me as more than a friend... The worst part is, I would feel absolutely selfish if I asked him about it, or told him how I feel. He's concentrating on more important things right now. I would say that I may even be in love with him, but I feel like I'm just imagining him in my head to be super-better than he is in reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Specifics aside, I feel lonely lately. I see my friends with their boyfriends and even just guys that they're talking to, and more than ever, with their HUSBANDS... It's crazy, a ton of my friends have gotten married in the past 6 months. It makes me wish I had someone. Not just anyone, though. Someone that will make me a priority in their life. Not Number ONE, that's God's spot. But I'd like to make it in the top 3, haha. Someone who makes me want to sing cheesy High School Musical songs all the time. Someone who'll want to come see the show I'm in, even if they don't like the theater, just because I'm in it. I notice lately more than usual that I'd love to have someone to talk to when I have a terrible day and it feels like the world's coming down around me. I had a day like that the other day, and I had 2 gal-pals to talk to, but I didn't feel like I could completely let it out with them, like they'd think I was a nutcase or a wimp and judge me for letting it all get to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(side note: I lost my job, got the smallest role I've ever been cast in a show - after being entirely rejected the audition before, my window on my car shattered, someone stole my stereo out of aforementioned car, and my well-meaning mother is now part of my life 24/7 and I have no alone time aside from my insomniac hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sick of talking to guys who just want to date around and have fun. For once, I'd like someone I'm interested in to be really truly interested in me. Not just want to hang out and have a crazy good time, but want to make it last, and ... I don't know anymore. All these love stories and romantic movies and cutesy songs with happily ever after endings are really getting under my skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion, I'm looking for MY happily ever after... Have you seen it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If so - the only 2 people following this blog have my number. Call as soon as you know any information as to it's whereabouts, hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infinite Xs and Os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-6869204770146842959?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/6869204770146842959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-practically-3-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6869204770146842959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6869204770146842959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-practically-3-in-morning.html' title='It&apos;s practically 3 in the morning...'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-8950678941115245224</id><published>2010-03-24T02:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:10:40.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Ease on the Brake Pedal</title><content type='html'>So there is a lot happening.&lt;div&gt;Working at the movie theater = suckage x1,000,000,000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living with the 'rents - almost as much suckage as work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not currently in any show - add to the suckage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not-Suckage News: E, my niece of about 3 months, is soooo adorable. Freeport with KMac was amazing, the beach was beautiful, and we caught a crab and named him Sebastian! I met someone new, M, online (odd I know, but it was a trial-and-error sort of thing, so far no error), and he seems too good to be true. We met about a week ago and I'm absolutely crazy about him already. He's charming, smart, sensible, funny, and attractive. He's ambitious and is actually doing something with his life. He'll graduate from Tech soon and wants to be a museum curator. How cool is that? But things between us sort of took off like a rocket, and we agreed tonight they need to slow down. He's back at school now that Spring Break is over, and 5 hours between two people is a test most seasoned couples have trouble with, and we're not even in a relationship yet. I'll be visiting him soon, and he's promised to be my date to C's wedding reception on the 10th. Then it will be about 4 weeks or so before we see each other again. Only I let my worries get the best of me tonight, thinking about my recent history with men... I let my guard down for the first time about a year ago, and I've been suffering heartache after heartache ever since. I want this to work, or at least to end well. I miss him a ton already, and it's only been 2 days. If it were up to me, I'd never have to miss him. But at the same time... I'm afraid. I'm so scared to get close to anyone... because everyone who's ever told me &lt;i&gt;I'll be there &lt;/i&gt;left. Now I'll be up for another few hours worrying about things I have no control over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infinite Xs and Os&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-8950678941115245224?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/8950678941115245224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/03/ease-on-brake-pedal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8950678941115245224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8950678941115245224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2010/03/ease-on-brake-pedal.html' title='Ease on the Brake Pedal'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-205839332359218802</id><published>2009-09-07T17:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:59:01.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wifey'/><title type='text'>LABOR DAY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SqWP5P9FImI/AAAAAAAAADs/qCuC1k_Q7kM/s1600-h/IMG_0633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378863543661961826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SqWP5P9FImI/AAAAAAAAADs/qCuC1k_Q7kM/s320/IMG_0633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished a POTC marathon with J, S, and wifey :). Poor thing, stupid Larry moved back in with her mom, so she doesn't feel safe going home. She may move in with us or she may move to CA. Whatever her decision, I support her. I'm loving college life, 3 classes a day MAXIMUM. So amazing. And I haven't ever really been one to enjoy the single life, but this isn't too bad. I'm meeting lots of new people, and making time to catch up with old friends. I may/ may not go to FHE tonight, who knows. But I'm loving life, wishing I could stay young forever, and enjoying it while it lasts. MAKING PLANS! K and I want to combine our birthdays, she'll be 21 and I'll be 19, even though they're two months apart. We're thinking either a bounce house place, or a bonfire-type thing at my house. I've got so many ideas though. Hopefully lots of people can make it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-205839332359218802?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/205839332359218802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/205839332359218802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/205839332359218802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day.html' title='LABOR DAY :)'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SqWP5P9FImI/AAAAAAAAADs/qCuC1k_Q7kM/s72-c/IMG_0633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-6311320452929413601</id><published>2009-08-27T16:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:53:17.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Life</title><content type='html'>Classes started this week, and already I have a bio quiz due tomorrow, a history assesment and thematic essay due monday, and a ton of books i have yet to buy. I'm liking it though, I was really suprised to see so many people I haven't seen in forever, like RV is in my bio lab, and CC is going there, even though there's a campus of the very same school in his own town. Weird, eh? Haha, well I like being able to chill between classes, and I'm taking Tai Chi, which an old friend of mine's mother is teaching, which kinda weirded me out at first. I haven't seen the lady in like, 5 or 6 years. OH. that reminds me. I have a Tai Chi paper due tuesday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY LAMB-CHOPS! Can't wait for the party this weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get a bunch of people to buy kytes and go to the park some time tomorrow probably. Or if the weather is bad I'll wait till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Wifey and I almost dropped a car on top of Caffey, which woulda been really really bad, and probably woulda chopped off his arm. Haha, :( not really that funny. Especially since he was being super nice and helping change her tire. But I bought him a DrPepper, which isn't much, but thats the best the student center really has to offer. Plus he beats me at ping-pong all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie day, well, possibly heading to Js place, gotta finish my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXOXOXOX&lt;br /&gt;Me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-6311320452929413601?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/6311320452929413601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6311320452929413601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6311320452929413601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/08/college-life.html' title='College Life'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-956236406287414309</id><published>2009-06-11T23:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:30:54.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>planning planning planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SjHZBxtC20I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PEmWPCIupBM/s1600-h/DSC_2938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346292857210854210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SjHZBxtC20I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PEmWPCIupBM/s320/DSC_2938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've got lots going on this summer :) J's getting married in just over a month, 3 family birthdays, one fiance's bday, and one very amazing boyfriends bday all within 4 days of each other (sorry K, N, and S, but it looks like you're sharing the spotlight this year). I'm gettin to drive finally, and there's this weird pain in my left elbow and shoulder... like someone is trying to ring out my arm... and I'm watching musicals all summer :). Right now, mama-mia is rockin Super Trouper on my surround sound, hahaha. LA was a blast may 18, 19, and 20, prom was amazing a month before that, and things with S keep getting better and better. I'm gonna plan him a suprise party, but SHHH don't tell. Lol, he's texting me right now, upset about the lakers/magic game on the nba finals. I'm excited for efy s.a. 3rd session with dev, and i gotta get something ready for the variety show, and i think i'll do the music program too... B and I are finally hanging out again, it feels like forever, but i've missed her a ton. I'll stay in touch :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-956236406287414309?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/956236406287414309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/06/planning-planning-planning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/956236406287414309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/956236406287414309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/06/planning-planning-planning.html' title='planning planning planning'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SjHZBxtC20I/AAAAAAAAACQ/PEmWPCIupBM/s72-c/DSC_2938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-7086932312622611988</id><published>2009-02-09T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:04:07.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress is so much better</title><content type='html'>:::Hey there readers:::&lt;br /&gt;So as most of you who know me actually know, I've adopted the Gossip Girl style of naming people. Letters are easy, so try and keep up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, T, S and me all went on a double date not too long ago. I saw a side of S I'd never seen before and I'm so glad. One might think he was a total jerk until you see him without the enterage, lol. B and T are officially the cutest thing since golden retriever puppies, I'm so glad they're an *item* now. I just hope I can find that with someone, too. It looks like I'm either spending this year's VDay either S.A.(d) style sad or at a sporting event with S and my ex Bl. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-7086932312622611988?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/7086932312622611988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/progress-is-so-much-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/7086932312622611988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/7086932312622611988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/02/progress-is-so-much-better.html' title='Progress is so much better'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-2514390184343703356</id><published>2009-01-20T17:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:56:58.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I almost forgot!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I started back up with some of my old clients this passed weekend. I did lose them about a week and 1/2 ago, but fortunately my old partner is "incompetent and insecure" when left to perform on his own. Not my words, they belong to Clarissa, one of my favorite students :). I had salsa lessons with her and Banton today, they're competing in the region classics in a few weeks and asked for my help with their latin routines. I despise the salsa above all other dances. I think it's because of the counting. You have to skip 4 and 8. 1 2 3 * 5 6 7 *. It confuses the crap out of me, lol. But it is beautiful to watch, just not so lovely to teach. Especially not to some teenagers 2 and 3 years younger than myself. Atleast they're motivated though. They have this amazing desire to work together and win the gold. They've been dating for 2 years now and Banton's aunt suggested they come to me to learn a little for a valentine's date. They loved it so much they've been coming back to me for almost a year now. They are soOo cute together, it reminds me that that's all I really want.&lt;br /&gt;Just someone who can lead me through the broken turns, twists and dips. Dancing is one of my favorite things to do, and I hope someday I can find the right person to share it with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-2514390184343703356?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/2514390184343703356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-almost-forgot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/2514390184343703356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/2514390184343703356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I almost forgot!'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-4114729036004577063</id><published>2009-01-19T11:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:19:36.983-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brodi'/><title type='text'>Allow Myself to Introduce..... Myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXS_KT1GhTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QD0Ky0_ckrs/s1600-h/picnic11+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293065645909771570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXS_KT1GhTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QD0Ky0_ckrs/s320/picnic11+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello... I'm &lt;em&gt;Melody.&lt;/em&gt; I'll be your hostess on this blogging journey through the ethernet. Pictured on the left is my mother and I, being goofy at a band function. I'm a band nerd, yes. And I'm in the varsity choir. And I love to dance. And to be on the stage. I love the feel of the spotlight and hope to be famous someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty easy to be around, I think. Some might disagree, but that's okay. I like to go out with friends, shop, see movies, date, and be outside. I love the sun, I think it's the most wonderful thing in our universe, and the stars are aslo something that strike me with wondering awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 2 things that take priority in my life; my Heavenly Father and my Music. I'm a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and love the people of our church as my own family. I don't know where I'd be without my faith and my friends to have strength in, and I owe all my success to the Lord, God, and His Son, Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music takes 2nd chair to that, and I believe I'm a better person because of my music. I love alternative music, rock and roll, hip hop, dance music, classical, r&amp;amp;b, and even some rap and country... not too much though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two sisters, Josie and Kim, and a brother, DJ. Kim is married to Ty, and they have two kids, Alana and Dylan. DJ and Josie are also older than I, and they live at home... =/... I'm the only child left to remain active in our church, but I have faith that even though they don't go anymore, my brother and sisters will start cleaning up their lives someday. My parents are great examples to me, both having been through so much in their lives and still staying on their feet, Idk how they do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXTDhxwrBsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0NbC_RH4_ks/s1600-h/picture+2797+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293070447127758530" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXTDhxwrBsI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0NbC_RH4_ks/s320/picture+2797+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my dog, Brodi. She's the coolest, most spastic dog on the planet. She's a Cowboy's fan and enjoys cuddling and long walks on the beach ;). She's a hoot, I think my days wouldn't go very smoothly without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I've left anything out... If I have, that's what the EDIT button is for, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-4114729036004577063?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/4114729036004577063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/allow-myself-to-introduce-myself.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/4114729036004577063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/4114729036004577063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/allow-myself-to-introduce-myself.html' title='Allow Myself to Introduce..... Myself.'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXS_KT1GhTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QD0Ky0_ckrs/s72-c/picnic11+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-6982721705819786405</id><published>2009-01-19T00:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T01:12:57.185-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reparations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Record Buttons Don't Always Come With Instructions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...Like for instance, sometimes they won't allow you to record over what you've already put on the device... It's a lot like life. We can't start over, but we can overcome. That's what I'm trying to do now, learn from my past and make the future better. I can't take back what's been done, what's been said, but I can apologize and move forward. It's ridiculously hard to write this while British Comedies are playing on the television next to me, but if I turn them off my mom will wake up and I'll get kicked off the computer, so please bare with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post this today so that everyone knows I love my friends. I don't talk to people I don't trust, and that makes it a lot easier for me to be open and honest with everyone. I don't like to put my troubles on people unless I think that a: they can handle it and b: they can help with it. Many people have a lot of help to offer, and that's why the human race is so successful, we have the ability to work together and help each other. Some more than others, like Brynne, my dear friend, whom I've been in a bit of a tiff with this past week. I strongly dislike fighting and I'm glad we are going to try and clear the air now. I've been raised in an environment with much dishonesty and discontent, I try and reverse it entirely in my life. I loathe dishonesty, with every fiber of my being, and think it's very ridiculous for people to hold grudges. Even when I do it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the subject, B is amazing. We have our disagreements but she is very bright and quite a lovely person. I hope it all works out, and ask my readers to keep us in their prayers.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXQnmab-VpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SOOB4HFMfiQ/s1600-h/me+and+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292899002952341138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXQnmab-VpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SOOB4HFMfiQ/s320/me+and+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With time, we'll be best friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-6982721705819786405?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/6982721705819786405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/record-buttons-dont-always-come-with.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6982721705819786405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/6982721705819786405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/record-buttons-dont-always-come-with.html' title='Record Buttons Don&apos;t Always Come With Instructions...'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/SXQnmab-VpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SOOB4HFMfiQ/s72-c/me+and+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6289566685785461244.post-8797428889043707162</id><published>2009-01-17T15:48:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:19:55.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"How Many Special People Change?...</title><content type='html'>... How many lives are living strange?" The first two lines from one of the greagest songs of all time. Oasis always did know how to say it. Today I've been rather lethargic, missing old friends and memories that I'll never get back, but some things can't be helped, I guess. I've been wondering why people lie, why people believe in others that haven't earned their trust, and why we allow the little things that happen to build up untill we break instead of letting it go... This is my first blog post and it's a bit deep, I know, but I'll throw you a floaty when I can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping buisy as much as possible since the summer. Meeting new people, going out with friends, and working to keep my head above water. My grades have suffered a little, I know, but I get by. The only problem is that I do so much with so many people it's hard not to get lost in the web. I've done things like calling best friends by the wrong name, venting about one guy and people taking it that I mean someone completely different, and going back and forth between here and my home country so often I'm not sure how long I'll be allowed to stay in the country this time. My uncle's never had any children, and I love them, but I'd rather stay in America with my parents then have to live with them. They're great, but they don't have the gospel of Christ in their lives and they lead lives that I don't approve of at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk what it is but it seems that the closer I get to going to college, the less likely I am to go. I want to more than anything right now, and that won't change, but my brother and sisters' money problems have put my parents in terrible debt and they aren't even sure if we'll have the house in a year. Things are ridiculous, and I just try and distract myself with my friends and my music, there really isn't anything else I can do. I lost my job, my best friend, and my scholarship all in 2 weeks. I'm normally really emotional, I thought I'd cry, but really all I feel is incredulously frustrated. The thing that I think ticks me off the most is that she called me immature... UGH! I wish, so much that I had that luxury. I had to grow up by the time I was 12 because no one else in my family would. I've been grown up a lot longer than she has, even though I'd like to have enjoyed my childhood, but I don't regret it. I do have a regret, for the first time in my life, and that is being a doormat to someone so emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's turning into angry gossip so I'm changing the subject. My friend Sean is about to leave tomorrow for 2 years, maybe more knowing him. I'm so proud of him, it's amazing how strong his beliefs are. I know he'll bring so many people so much knowledge of the gospel on his mission, I'm almost jealous :) But I will miss him dearly, as I miss Josh and Clayton and Brian right now. I can't wait until I serve on my mission, I'm so excited for it. I know so much about what I'm capable of doing and a part of me wants to jump past the next few months so I can go to UNT and start my life on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'd miss all the fun of senior year... lol. Like last night, with Taylor and Eva, I was meeting her at the glass art place she works at, the Bisque House, and I found out just before I left that Taylor would be coming too! I was so excited! They came in with these super delicious cookies they'd made with rolos, which I def want the recipe to, and we made some really cool little ceramic figures, or really just painted them. I made a dinosaur, and Tay made the cutest little monkey. Eva worked on a plate she's been painting a 1920s CocaCola ad on, and my mom made an adorable little purple piggy. Afterwards we went to Wendy's and just ate and talked. It was uber-fun. Can't wait to do it again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6289566685785461244-8797428889043707162?l=smalltownmelody.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/feeds/8797428889043707162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-many-special-people-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8797428889043707162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6289566685785461244/posts/default/8797428889043707162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltownmelody.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-many-special-people-change.html' title='&quot;How Many Special People Change?...'/><author><name>Spoken Melody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16568450222038518326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rlFOKfuBHdw/TJWpOsHT6iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8le_icNPzmc/S220/myprofilepictureteal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
