<?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-7441795197159800610</id><updated>2012-01-09T23:17:35.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mememolly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5198415575839485760</id><published>2009-12-12T14:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:43:31.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 months? get out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi internet. new york is great. rocketboom is great. i am feeling great!&lt;br /&gt;i just had hot chocolate with caitlin and luke (yep.. still hanging out with the people i was hanging out with 3 months ago - lovely people). and i just did some christmas shopping in soho. now have come home inbetween plans.. oddly with the same people i just left.. to shower and decompress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling really sad this weekend because my dear friend felicia is moving to colorado. we had a goodbye brunch at friend of a farmer this morning and took photos by a pretty house. i will miss her very much but i'm excited for all of her new beginnings!&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/7441795197159800610-5198415575839485760?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>393</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-6926410751022125089</id><published>2009-09-24T12:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T12:20:52.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhhhhh... hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hey blog. what's up? yeah.. i guess it has been a while.. i'm sorry i snapped at you last time. are we okay? good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the past 7 days have been insane. last wednesday i got on a plane to new york with 2 enormous bags and a pillow that looks like a log. i crashed at the wonderful sam friedman's apartment and i am absolutely buying her and her roommates a big pile of candy or something to thank them for letting me sleep on the couch until i got an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a place. it's wonderful and i'm very relieved to have moved in today. i still have about 10 errands left on my ever-growing list, but i intend to work through them tomorrow and over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy to be back at rocketboom! everyone is great and it's amazing to be able to spend my time doing things that i love. i can't wait until everything at the back of my mind is settled and i can stop freaking out, start sleeping better and really focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow beyond working and figuring out my living situation, i've managed to go out a few times this week. i saw 'the september issue' with caitlin &amp;amp; luke; it was very funny. very cool to see the photoshoots and how they put the magazine together. and last night i saw 'ponyo' - SO ADORABLE. i can't believe i didn't even know there WAS a new miyazaki film! it was wonderful &amp;amp; made me feel fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went to the igniteNYC but could only stay for the 5 minute talks - which i was excited to hear. everyone was very funny and it only cemented my idea that everyone who works in the web industry is 'made of awesome'.&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/7441795197159800610-6926410751022125089?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6926410751022125089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=6926410751022125089&amp;isPopup=true' title='302 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6926410751022125089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6926410751022125089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ohhhhhh-hi.html' title='ohhhhhh... hi'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>302</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2008466097807669592</id><published>2009-08-27T19:23:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:31:28.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oops - i never read comments on blogger. i really only check my email and read the first few hours of comments on videos. i usually read all of the @ replies on twitter &amp;amp; dailybooth though.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i use google reader to read all of the blogs i like, that it rarely occurs to me to check my own page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'm missing much.&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/7441795197159800610-2008466097807669592?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2008466097807669592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2008466097807669592&amp;isPopup=true' title='288 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2008466097807669592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2008466097807669592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/08/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>288</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7792249545509663759</id><published>2009-08-27T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:20:51.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that's better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Spc-0oqCBgI/AAAAAAAAArk/Vs6quMJIROU/s1600-h/Photo+2588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Spc-0oqCBgI/AAAAAAAAArk/Vs6quMJIROU/s400/Photo+2588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374833754277807618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Spc-0BkCDYI/AAAAAAAAArc/4OvhotYcWpc/s1600-h/Photo+2587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Spc-0BkCDYI/AAAAAAAAArc/4OvhotYcWpc/s400/Photo+2587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374833743783660930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-7792249545509663759?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Spc-0oqCBgI/AAAAAAAAArk/Vs6quMJIROU/s72-c/Photo+2588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8104545668187638845</id><published>2009-08-17T18:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T18:18:55.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>macarons</title><content type='html'>i'm obsessed with macarons! i'll try making them this week i think - brightly coloured ones of course. that's one of my goals for this week. i also need to finally finish cleaning my room, run a few errands &amp;amp; finish the books i'm reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-8104545668187638845?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8104545668187638845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8104545668187638845&amp;isPopup=true' title='111 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8104545668187638845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8104545668187638845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/08/macarons.html' title='macarons'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>111</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4872533148222314028</id><published>2009-08-15T21:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:16:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr &amp; tarantino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;gasp! i just saw the follower count on blogger is at '444' &amp;amp; stuff like that still excites me. i'm uploading a vlog because im crazy, but i'm going to give translating the letter blogs i was doing on here into videos - i figure that's more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i've been writing on here less which is lame, but i'm just so obsessed with TUMBLR lately. &lt;a href="http://mememolly.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://mememolly.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; i love it. it's like finally having a linkdump for pretty stuff and not just saving it to clutter up my desktop for months. love tumblr. so that's my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw inglourious basterds tonight at an advanced preview and it kicked ass. i was worried about it being bad so i went in with low expectations, as did ed. he'd read more about it than i did beforehand - purposely avoiding reviews etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy to see neal schweiber scalping nazis&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. it was good; not my favourite tarantino movie, but it was still quirky and had a lot of the long digressions that i like in his films. little long between the "omigodthatwassocool" moments which made it feel longer, but it also felt more like an actual film. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made us want to watch kill bill volume 2 really badly.&lt;br /&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/7441795197159800610-4872533148222314028?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4872533148222314028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=4872533148222314028&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4872533148222314028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4872533148222314028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/08/tumblr-tarantino.html' title='tumblr &amp; tarantino'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1668462352593927490</id><published>2009-08-11T16:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:10:49.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leslie mann</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i just watched the whole of '17 again' and it was the final push - i'm going to write an essay entitled, 'leslie mann: luckiest woman on earth'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conversation between my father &amp;amp; i before i watched it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: [picks up dvd box] zac efron, mm?&lt;br /&gt;me: his hair just DOES that!&lt;br /&gt;dad: is that great hair?&lt;br /&gt;me: it is.&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/7441795197159800610-1668462352593927490?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1668462352593927490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1668462352593927490&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1668462352593927490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1668462352593927490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/08/leslie-mann.html' title='leslie mann'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7566784162421837211</id><published>2009-08-06T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:49:44.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>john hughes &amp; david cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my little head can't take this. in the past 10 minutes i found out john hughes died today &amp;amp; realised david cross is on the episode of nevermind the buzzcocks i've been barely paying attention to. and i have a temperature and sigh.. what a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what david cross looked like in his youth. teen idol?&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/7441795197159800610-7566784162421837211?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7566784162421837211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7566784162421837211&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7566784162421837211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7566784162421837211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-hughes-david-cross.html' title='john hughes &amp; david cross'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-584611629708036993</id><published>2009-08-05T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:54:21.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foodies</title><content type='html'>i'm kind of a pseudo-foodie online - i just look at pictures &amp;amp; read recipes and reviews of food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-584611629708036993?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7196460192721481882</id><published>2009-07-29T17:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:53:42.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i went ape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so there's this company called 'go ape' - i guess they have a ton of these big obstacle course high rope things all around the uk but i'd never been to one UNTIL TODAY. this morning my best friend maria wakes me up at midday to say, "tom's booked it already, so you have to come. helen's picking you up in an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admittedly, i did enthusiastically agree to going a few days ago but it happened so suddenly! i didn't know what to wear. for the record, i am a girl who has not worn any form of trousers since volunteering at the vancouver film festival last september (when i wore black jeans because i thought i should try and look legit the first day). i like tights. leggings at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wore jeans. it was weird and im really bad at landing after ziplining and as soon as i got home, i took them off and shook bark and dirt all over my floor. the day was really fun! i felt super outdoorsy and was surprised at how easily i could jump off high platforms. maria told me she knew i'd be good at it which warmed my stone heart. best summer ever.&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/7441795197159800610-7196460192721481882?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7196460192721481882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7196460192721481882&amp;isPopup=true' title='62 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7196460192721481882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7196460192721481882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-went-ape.html' title='i went ape.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1045179328920422975</id><published>2009-07-22T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:34:02.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6irdMKNe3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H6irdMKNe3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='wonderland'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8420167875682961833</id><published>2009-07-20T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:31:54.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR FOR YOU GLENN COCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZanZPFn6dE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZanZPFn6dE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-8420167875682961833?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8420167875682961833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8420167875682961833&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8420167875682961833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8420167875682961833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-for-you-glenn-coco.html' title='FOUR FOR YOU GLENN COCO'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4881104946341204836</id><published>2009-07-20T09:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:02:19.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sup hos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dailybooth.com/pictures/large/c/9/c9dffd98cb114135006d18e20b621484_633491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 302px;" src="http://dailybooth.com/pictures/large/c/9/c9dffd98cb114135006d18e20b621484_633491.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;everything's still wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i think this week i'll be more clear on the last few details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this morning, caitlin and i met up around 10am, before work, and walked over to soho to stalk  the gossip girl shoots that are happening around mulberry &amp;amp; prince today. i meant to lurk them last week when they were shooting further west, but this morning we were successful in spotting both dan and georgina. as jake responded, "OMG WHAT ARE THEY DOING TOGETHER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this totally legit 12 year old had gotten a few autographs before we got there. we were informed jenny, blair &amp;amp; chuck were also around. who cares about serena and nate. srsly.&lt;br /&gt;best summer ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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hos'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7610816929833541450</id><published>2009-07-17T09:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:45:43.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;for the first time in at LEAST 2 years.. i updated my youtube channel! fuck it. lets use the new layout. it's actually pretty efficient. sigh... now that that's out of the way: GUINEA PIGS EATING WATERMELON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m904SQBfCBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m904SQBfCBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-7610816929833541450?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7610816929833541450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7610816929833541450&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7610816929833541450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7610816929833541450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3846687337402255407</id><published>2009-07-17T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:10:58.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/74b2e3ab0460542f33c183888965aa88db682151_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 274px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/74b2e3ab0460542f33c183888965aa88db682151_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;via &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fuckinghaikus/543244150/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/fuckinghaikus/543244150/&lt;/a&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/7441795197159800610-3846687337402255407?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3846687337402255407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3846687337402255407&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3846687337402255407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3846687337402255407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/hug.html' title='hug'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2672912869239368366</id><published>2009-07-13T17:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:40:16.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- there's weird ache in my left side.. when and why was i leaning to the right so much?&lt;br /&gt;- manhattanhenge was definitely a highlight of my year so far.&lt;br /&gt;- i'd like to know something about phonebooths that i don't already know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-2672912869239368366?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2672912869239368366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2672912869239368366&amp;isPopup=true' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2672912869239368366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2672912869239368366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-random-thoughts.html' title='three random thoughts'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1355955417714578047</id><published>2009-07-12T13:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:32:30.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>789</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlpHV-KVhvI/AAAAAAAAArE/4Ix69ImP2cs/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlpHV-KVhvI/AAAAAAAAArE/4Ix69ImP2cs/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357673149499803378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlpGT58cIpI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FBWiISlSWqU/s1600-h/16903053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlpGT58cIpI/AAAAAAAAAq8/FBWiISlSWqU/s320/16903053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357672014496408210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i left my camera cable in england and took like.. 2 photos of chris and i sitting on a rock and then about 3 with all of the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/vlogcandy"&gt;vlogcandy&lt;/a&gt; folks whom i was so excited to meet! the photos above are of &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ieatxemily"&gt;emily&lt;/a&gt; and michelle - awesome girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice day and a pretty good gathering - i'm sad i missed out on all the night stuff (when shit gets real) but i'm glad i got to see everyone. looking forward to the next one, internetszz!&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/7441795197159800610-1355955417714578047?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1355955417714578047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1355955417714578047&amp;isPopup=true' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1355955417714578047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1355955417714578047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/789.html' title='789'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlpHV-KVhvI/AAAAAAAAArE/4Ix69ImP2cs/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5320015843389052392</id><published>2009-07-09T11:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:33:23.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh you pretty things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlY7JC8DSVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Gg2hc8g4mQE/s1600-h/3704207655_fefaa8824d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlY7JC8DSVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Gg2hc8g4mQE/s400/3704207655_fefaa8824d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356533833397389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i've been in new york for just over a week - i'd originally planned this trip to visit friends, then this lovely opportunity poked it's head out of the ground and i couldn't pass it up. it's been a little hectic and everything feels fresh and new, with  rocketboom being such a well produced webshow. i was a big fan before, and i'm just so excited to be here and working with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still a million of things to figure out, but i'm really happy about things. and if you have no idea what i'm talking about, go here: &lt;a href="http://www.rocketboom.com/"&gt;http://www.rocketboom.com&lt;/a&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/7441795197159800610-5320015843389052392?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5320015843389052392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5320015843389052392&amp;isPopup=true' title='97 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5320015843389052392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5320015843389052392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-you-pretty-things.html' title='oh you pretty things!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlY7JC8DSVI/AAAAAAAAAq0/Gg2hc8g4mQE/s72-c/3704207655_fefaa8824d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>97</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-905095279690943401</id><published>2009-07-06T11:17:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:43:15.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tales of monkey island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogallalong.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/tales-of-monkey-island.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 198px;" src="http://blogallalong.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/tales-of-monkey-island.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so.. i just read that a monkey island game is going to be released TOMORROW. sadly only on the PC &amp;amp; Wiiware. it sounds really cool - released slowly in chapters. i'm still a little wary of 3D lucas arts games - i love 2d text adventure point and click games (you know how i feel about day of the tentacle) so.. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum will love it; she got a nintendo ds in the past year and i lent her my copy of zelda phantom hourglass and she literally played it everyday for 3 months until she finished it. i think it might even rival tomb raider as her favourite video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm excited.&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/7441795197159800610-905095279690943401?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/905095279690943401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=905095279690943401&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/905095279690943401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/905095279690943401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/tales-of-monkey-island.html' title='tales of monkey island'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-6737904395263869529</id><published>2009-07-06T09:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:19:25.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iron &amp; ducks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4797_94315117843_510162843_2145653_4146220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 494px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4797_94315117843_510162843_2145653_4146220_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love a good duck pond.&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/7441795197159800610-6737904395263869529?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6737904395263869529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=6737904395263869529&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6737904395263869529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6737904395263869529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/iron-ducks.html' title='iron &amp; ducks'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8067034867941502471</id><published>2009-07-05T07:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:16:39.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>: o |</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlC32I0FVGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kxQAYZnZSAI/s1600-h/5167_1124977177495_1619100044_328181_6445463_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlC32I0FVGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kxQAYZnZSAI/s400/5167_1124977177495_1619100044_328181_6445463_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982097650275426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i think i need one of those sleeps where you don't set your alarm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;also started a tumblr - because if i'm in this deep, why the hell not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mememolly.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://mememolly.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&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/7441795197159800610-8067034867941502471?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8067034867941502471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8067034867941502471&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8067034867941502471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8067034867941502471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/o.html' title=': o |'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SlC32I0FVGI/AAAAAAAAAqk/kxQAYZnZSAI/s72-c/5167_1124977177495_1619100044_328181_6445463_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1294627102631512464</id><published>2009-07-03T07:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:47:21.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my body loves bruising and scarring. really. if i accidentally bump into the corner of the bed or a table or the car door or a strangers, my capillaries freak out and my blood turns into like a scary army guy all "GET TO THAT SPOT NOW! MOVE! MOVE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda used to it. i loved having one really good scab at a time when i was little. scabs are still kinda satisfying because you actually bled.. let's not start talking about scabs.. i get really excited about the science of blood clotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my scars (scars, i love you). i have these huge two on my left arm from breaking my arm and having plates and i looove them; they look so hardcore. i'm starting to notice all the little scars from previous injuries though &amp;amp; it's surprisingly nice like "oh yeah i remember that time when my ankle buckled and i fell over in the middle of the street.." or "oh year-7-sports-day-self, how did you not see that bollard you walked into?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not especially clumsy.. i mean i'm by no means graceful. i just feel like i get hurt for no reason more frequently than the average person.&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/7441795197159800610-1294627102631512464?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1294627102631512464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1294627102631512464&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1294627102631512464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1294627102631512464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/07/bruised-legs.html' title='bruised legs'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2782689361108492168</id><published>2009-06-28T17:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:13:32.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNICORNFISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SkgGSdd77xI/AAAAAAAAAqc/-uvAYxs1LsE/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SkgGSdd77xI/AAAAAAAAAqc/-uvAYxs1LsE/s400/DSC00214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352535071347437330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SkgGB9z0CoI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Top7x21f6b4/s1600-h/DSC00208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SkgGB9z0CoI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Top7x21f6b4/s400/DSC00208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352534787971353218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;found this at the tropical aquarium in paris, which was in a building that also contained the historical museum of immigration? so it's not like it wasn't a weird enough place as it was.. but wtf!&lt;br /&gt;the aquarium's main attraction was an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; crocodile. it was kinda cool... the zoo was closed. :/&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/7441795197159800610-2782689361108492168?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2782689361108492168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2782689361108492168&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2782689361108492168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2782689361108492168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/unicornfish.html' title='UNICORNFISH'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SkgGSdd77xI/AAAAAAAAAqc/-uvAYxs1LsE/s72-c/DSC00214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3850890886625667190</id><published>2009-06-28T14:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:53:25.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cinssu.sa.utoronto.ca/files/2009/05/thehangoverbradleycooperposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 279px;" src="http://cinssu.sa.utoronto.ca/files/2009/05/thehangoverbradleycooperposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i saw the hangover on friday with ed, whom i saw the first transformers movie with - we'd agreed to see the sequel together until we heard it sucks so we saw this instead. the hangover was really dumb &amp;amp; really awesome. we were going crazy trying to place bradley cooper - googling on my iphone straight after, it turned out that we know him from nip/tuck! he's the actor on hearts &amp;amp; scalpels!&lt;br /&gt;classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/72iADWkmKx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/72iADWkmKx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/7441795197159800610-3850890886625667190?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3850890886625667190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3850890886625667190&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3850890886625667190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3850890886625667190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-saw-hangover-on-friday-with-ed-whom-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1217727230151436113</id><published>2009-06-27T08:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:32:08.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dailybooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailybooth.com/mememolly"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 310px;" src="http://dailybooth.com//mememolly/latest/large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7441795197159800610-1217727230151436113?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1217727230151436113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1217727230151436113&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1217727230151436113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1217727230151436113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/dailybooth.html' title='dailybooth'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8266577378447070161</id><published>2009-06-27T05:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:21:58.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>louvrebomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4797_94313212843_510162843_2145585_3513360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 522px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs108.snc1/4797_94313212843_510162843_2145585_3513360_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what a gem&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/7441795197159800610-8266577378447070161?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8266577378447070161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8266577378447070161&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8266577378447070161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8266577378447070161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/louvrebomb.html' title='louvrebomb'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1682386456767783454</id><published>2009-06-25T00:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:00:39.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;june has been lovely and crazy. after my intense sims 3 hibernation, i feel like i haven't had a break. it's nice but this morning i realised (while one friend is in the bath and the other is still sleeping in our hotel room in venice) that my google reader has 237 unread posts. this made me sad. i hate feeling behind! i guess it's because i added brad's blog to my reader and literally half the posts are from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stayed in paris way longer than we needed to. it was lovely and we felt cultured. christie joined us in venice so we've been more advantageous about going out. met australians the night before and a huge group of americans last night, both in the same awesome bar that had a sign on the door yesterday saying 'we have peanuts HELL YEAH' and a bartender who encouraged us to flash and throw the monkeynuts everywhere. the former was ignored. throwing nuts really does make you feel better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reading.&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/7441795197159800610-1682386456767783454?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1682386456767783454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1682386456767783454&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1682386456767783454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1682386456767783454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/too-much-to-write.html' title='too much to write'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5657440326957719838</id><published>2009-06-08T09:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:15:21.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>organisation progress.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the top 3 ft of my bedroom is now occupied with ALL of my books, cds dvds &amp;amp; board games. i feel kinda like i'm sleeping/living in a pop culture museum or something. there are robots, tiaras and a snuffleupagus scattered around it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the top of my dresser to be cleared so the magazine stack can relocate there from the windowsill. heels may also find a home there. it seems cruel to throw them on the top shelf of the wardrobe amongst the riffraff shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is satisfying to finally have most of my books together. it's pretty insane how many i've read in the past few years that i entirely forgot about. since my shelf isnt nearly big enough for them all, i've stacked them in a kinda messy way.. what bugs me the most is that i have a pile with all 7 harry potter books at the bottom of it and they're not in order. i just don't have the energy to move the pile :[ oh god.. i keep finding more books wrapped up in my duvet. it's like narnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goal is to finally have my room clean (bar the boxes with all my paper junk in them) by the time sarah and i go on our paris/venice trip next week.&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/7441795197159800610-5657440326957719838?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5657440326957719838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5657440326957719838&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5657440326957719838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5657440326957719838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/organisation-progress.html' title='organisation progress.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4178850148797868327</id><published>2009-06-07T05:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T05:49:05.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arrested development sims 3?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so after i found you can make your sim a 'never nude', i also discovered a premade 'Funke' family with parents disinterested in their children. and a character called Gobias Koffi.&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/7441795197159800610-4178850148797868327?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4178850148797868327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=4178850148797868327&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4178850148797868327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4178850148797868327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/arrested-development-sims-3.html' title='arrested development sims 3?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5825478783748367392</id><published>2009-06-05T21:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:06:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sims update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;duh. the rudd will be on another lot.&lt;br /&gt;even in clueless, he seems too old for this scene - you all read my thoughts on the gosling. come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i got the sims &amp;amp; played it nonstop for the past 12 hours. totally forgot to eat, so i just had a hunk of bread &amp;amp; brought my laptop upstairs to continue playing. i started small. michael cera and i just had a baby girl! our house is too small though - we gotta move..&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/7441795197159800610-5825478783748367392?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5825478783748367392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5825478783748367392&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5825478783748367392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5825478783748367392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/sims-update.html' title='sims update'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5140057240901948983</id><published>2009-06-05T00:06:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:17:24.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sims 3 roster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i've been reading an awful lot in my attempt to stay distracted from utter boredom. i've nearly finished paul feig's other book and i started franny &amp;amp; zooey. lots to go from my new pile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, it's june 5th in the uk which means the sims 3 comes out today. i seriously have had this day marked on my ical for 4 months.. since they changed the date from february when i'd had it marked for nearly a year. i was furious! i cannot waaaait to get my hands on that game. jamie (tokenblackchic) and i have been planning what we'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to make myself, jamie &amp;amp; natalie (communitychannel) all live together with as many teen idols as i can fit in our house. i'm thinking shawn from boy meets world, joey lawrence (in  blossom) &amp;amp; obviously freddie prinze junior. i'll throw in pacey witter for good measure &amp;amp; joseph gordon-levitt to fill the indie quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need someone shy.. is my perception of ryan gosling too old? and by that i mean i have a certain idea of who all these people are that i am taking as absolute in my sims 3 world.. and i think i imagine ryan gosling as older than is desired for this situation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james franco. how many is that? 6. shit. im pretty sure it's 8 to a sims house. IN WHICH CASE I'M MAKING A NEIGHBOURING HOUSE WITH 8 MORE. starting with franco. jason segel can live with him. comedic value. (6 left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i don't need to be as selective now. i want jason schwartzman. ignore all previous ageist comments i made towards gosling. they don't apply for JS. but i want him just after rushmore okay. and jake gyllenhaal (darko years).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel wrong putting heath ledger. i have a mental image of him in 10 things i hate about you, but i think you definitely go to hell for putting dead people in your fictional sim self's love life.  not that i believe in hell. (this means no river phoenix either.) who's 'now'? man.. all the popular actors these days are only dreamy due to their personalities.. what's that about. this was supposed to be shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm having zac efron. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIN. jt! perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael cera's in too and i'll go crazy and throw in ashton kutcher.. who has pretty great hair too the majority of the time. and if this decision-making-process were based on trump card stats, and "hair" was a category on said cards, ashton would be raking in a solid 9/10 for his full career.&lt;br /&gt;have you seen a lot like love? great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the roundup (including era):&lt;br /&gt;jamie - now&lt;br /&gt;natalie - now&lt;br /&gt;molly - now&lt;br /&gt;rider strong - 1998&lt;br /&gt;joey lawrence - 1992&lt;br /&gt;freddie prinze junior - 1999&lt;br /&gt;joshua jackson - 2000&lt;br /&gt;joseph gordon-levitt - 2004/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james franco - 2001&lt;br /&gt;jason segel - 2000&lt;br /&gt;jason schwartzman - 1999&lt;br /&gt;jake gyllenhaal - 2001&lt;br /&gt;zac efron - 2009 baby&lt;br /&gt;justin timberlake - i have no concept of time in relation to this man.&lt;br /&gt;michael cera - 2007/8&lt;br /&gt;ashton kutcher - 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, world. /crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i wonder if sim michael cera will walk around all charlie brown like.. i'll keep you posted.&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/7441795197159800610-5140057240901948983?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5140057240901948983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5140057240901948983&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5140057240901948983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5140057240901948983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/06/sims-3-roster.html' title='the sims 3 roster'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8757383996654298696</id><published>2009-05-31T04:42:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:15:38.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.samakkhi.ac.th/web250/m2550/WEB/6/picture/letter_H.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 138px;" src="http://www.samakkhi.ac.th/web250/m2550/WEB/6/picture/letter_H.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hugs, hollyoaks, help she can't swim, hugh jackman, hello kitty, hash browns, health,  high fives, high fidelity, hugh grant, heath ledger, high places, harry potter, huwie (jeshi-boo!), hilary duff, hanging upside down, hush puppies,  harajuku, hayao miyazaki, huckabees (fuck huckabees), hearts, halifax, handshakes, hairbands, howl, hiwonderland, helena bonham carter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your damage?&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; HEATHERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mtblog.glamour.com/beauty/blogs/girls-in-the-beauty-department/2008/11/17/1117-beauty-rewind-heathers_bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 253px;" src="http://mtblog.glamour.com/beauty/blogs/girls-in-the-beauty-department/2008/11/17/1117-beauty-rewind-heathers_bd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i went through this phase like 6 years ago where i became obsessed with 80s teen movies. it happened just after the death of  the time around 1999 when freddie prinze junior was the king of the world and teen movies had something going for them. she's all that, anyone? down to you? awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, hungry for high school (hey 'h'!) and influenced by american apparel and the obsession with retro, i proceeded to aquire as many john hughes classics as i could get my hands on. i even have that special boxset with the breakfast club, sixteen candles &amp;amp; weird science that comes with a special cd of authentic 80s tunes. &amp;amp; my sister and i have 2 copies of st elmos fire between us. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so heathers isn't exactly the typical prom queen movie. i don't want to ruin it for people who haven't seen it. let's just say it wouldn't be made in the politically correct, post-columbine world of 2009. if you know what i'm saying.. i'm saying it's got some lighthearted murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it also has croquet &amp;amp; christian slater!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; what comes after 'h'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-8757383996654298696?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8757383996654298696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8757383996654298696&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8757383996654298696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8757383996654298696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/hhhhhhhh.html' title='HHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-538664411704724607</id><published>2009-05-30T20:52:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:23:06.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5.05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i can't sleep and i'm giving up trying. so earlier this week, i went crazy and spent way too much money on amazon. i bought almost 20 books and dvds that were in my 'save for later' section and felt really guilty afterwards, but i'm pretty satisfied by what i managed to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. sometimes i just stare at the bookshelf above my bed which contains all of the books i've bought within the past.. three years? (minus a few that are still missing from when i moved back from ottawa.. like 4 boxes left to unpack. i'll get to it.) and i can't help but feel confused. there's this thing in the epilogue of 'haunted' by chuck palahniuk that has stuck with me for the last year in respect to books. he writes about the intimacy of reading, how a book requires commitment and investment - money, time, thought, imagination. i think i wrote about this in a post about harry potter. books are magical. i like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if books are so intimate then really. what am i doing with 6 books from the 'gossip girl' series next to the great gatsby, barlett's book of quotations, 2 books written by karl pilkington, the olsen twins' book, plenty of dr seuss &amp;amp; various books about illustration, photography &amp;amp; design including my favourite, 'emotional design, why we love (or hate) everyday things'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel smothered by pop culture. i'm so interested in so many things. i guess that's normal. what i've always felt was strange is the fact that i'm very self aware of interest itself. i seem to always respond to literature by questioning the process and development of writing itself rather than the topics dealt with.. i don't know if that's normal or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molly&lt;/span&gt;: was tolkien gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christophr&lt;/span&gt;: what what? he was a soldier of course not! *posh voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molly&lt;/span&gt;: that just popped into my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molly&lt;/span&gt;: i thought he was gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molly&lt;/span&gt;: was gandalf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molly&lt;/span&gt;: i KNOW sam was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christophr&lt;/span&gt;: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christophr&lt;/span&gt;: sam isnt gayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christophr&lt;/span&gt;: he loves wendy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;molly&lt;/span&gt;: sam is definitely gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;christophr&lt;/span&gt;: i think wizards are on a different sexual plane to the other people&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/7441795197159800610-538664411704724607?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/538664411704724607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=538664411704724607&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/538664411704724607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/538664411704724607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/505.html' title='5.05'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7145246389457333447</id><published>2009-05-27T23:13:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:14:03.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as good a time as any</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youtube:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mememolly"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/mememolly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://memememolly.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://memememolly.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tumblr:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://mememolly.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://mememolly.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twitter:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/mememolly"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/mememolly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Myspace:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/4575659"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/4575659&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i occupy &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/mememolly"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/mememolly&lt;/a&gt; but no one uses myspace so who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebook:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/home.php#/pages/mememolly/55909323472"&gt;http://www.new.facebook.com/home.php#/pages/mememolly/55909323472&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dailybooth:&lt;/span&gt; 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that's it.. besides the odd post on a blog about giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;(any other mememollys aren't me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MAKE FANTASTIC POINTS. i have stickam + blogtv. adding them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-7145246389457333447?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7145246389457333447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7145246389457333447&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7145246389457333447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7145246389457333447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-good-time-as-any.html' title='as good a time as any'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1245836161777975655</id><published>2009-05-27T14:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:12:15.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sh26rmJXD1I/AAAAAAAAAps/AG_tTflS4cQ/s1600-h/DSC09570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sh26rmJXD1I/AAAAAAAAAps/AG_tTflS4cQ/s320/DSC09570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340629991268224850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;full of grapes, listening to the cure &amp;amp; painting. mm..&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/7441795197159800610-1245836161777975655?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1245836161777975655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1245836161777975655&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1245836161777975655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1245836161777975655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/full-of-grapes-listening-to-cure.html' title='soap'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sh26rmJXD1I/AAAAAAAAAps/AG_tTflS4cQ/s72-c/DSC09570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8399579934154841348</id><published>2009-05-25T13:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:27:23.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doxa</title><content type='html'>holla. here's a link to the &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/DOXA-Celebrity-Camera-Auction-Mememolly_W0QQitemZ280349075912QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_2?hash=item41461b69c8&amp;amp;_trksid=p3911.c0.m14&amp;amp;_trkparms=72%3A1215%7C66%3A2%7C65%3A12%7C39%3A1%7C240%3A1318%7C301%3A0%7C293%3A1%7C294%3A50"&gt;DOXA Camera Auction&lt;/a&gt; i took photos for. &lt;a href="http://www.doxafestival.ca/news/exposed.html#meme"&gt;here are the full details!&lt;/a&gt; a word to all the foot fetish subscribers, you'll get at least one awesome photo of my feet if you buy it. good luck &amp;amp; thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-8399579934154841348?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8399579934154841348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8399579934154841348&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8399579934154841348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8399579934154841348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/doxa.html' title='doxa'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5278827367794566281</id><published>2009-05-23T14:25:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T14:37:11.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer best ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so i took the plunge + started (trying) to watch the gilmore girls online. sadly i've only found one site that has episodes - youku - and they load extremely slowly and strangely and it makes me sad. so mostly i give up around the 15 minute mark and have to fill in the gaps for the majority of the episodes. it kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;it reminds me of when i was still in secondary school in england and had to leave for school at 8.30am, so i'd watch channel 4 as i got ready from like 7.30am til 8.15am.. so i usually saw like a whole episode of friends &amp;amp; then the first 15 minutes of an episode of everybody loves raymond.. i've maybe seen three entire episodes of everybody loves raymond ever. and i could easily be exaggerating. from those three, i managed to piece together the show format.. &amp;amp; i get it. it's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the show (the gilmore girls) is okay. i really like all the literary and pop culture references. i definitely have a certain kind of obnoxious pride when i understand them.. it's awful. otherwise its pretty on par with other shitty wb shows. still waiting for the first pacey witter esque character to pop up - isn't seth cohen in this show somewhere? i'm over squinty chad michael murray and his squint acting. MORE PACEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of literature. i borrowed a book of dylan thomas poetry from a friend and i'm excited to read it. and i want to go to one of the midnight performances at the globe. i feel like as you like it is on.. and i like that play. the dylan thomas friend has tickets for hamlet with jude law. jealous.&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/7441795197159800610-5278827367794566281?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5278827367794566281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5278827367794566281&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5278827367794566281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5278827367794566281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-best-ever.html' title='summer best ever'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3136813021881350308</id><published>2009-05-19T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:48:53.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.counterfeitchic.com/Images/Zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.counterfeitchic.com/Images/Zebra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3136813021881350308?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3136813021881350308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3136813021881350308&amp;isPopup=true' title='67 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3136813021881350308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3136813021881350308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/ps.html' title='ps'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>67</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5531150621498374827</id><published>2009-05-19T07:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:30:24.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gilmore girls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i never understood the gilmore girls. i watched two episodes of it recently for the first time because it's on in the daytime. it always seemed like one of those teen shows for bookish girls.. or those kinda dorky girls who aren't smart but aren't really that social either.. just awkward. so.. since i have nothing to do.. like. maybe.. i should..? no. i don't know.&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/7441795197159800610-5531150621498374827?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5531150621498374827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5531150621498374827&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5531150621498374827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5531150621498374827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/gilmore-girls.html' title='gilmore girls?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2358962033425362977</id><published>2009-05-19T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T04:53:16.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>woo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;been really sick. have a massive headache that's lasted since friday. cried in bed this morning watching the season finales of gossip girl &amp;amp; one tree hill. might have a nap.&lt;br /&gt;best summer ever.&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/7441795197159800610-2358962033425362977?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2358962033425362977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2358962033425362977&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2358962033425362977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2358962033425362977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/woo.html' title='woo'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1973747130586414486</id><published>2009-05-18T03:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:04:36.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ShEylZqpmPI/AAAAAAAAApc/Kp1z1q3qEHU/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 36px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ShEylZqpmPI/AAAAAAAAApc/Kp1z1q3qEHU/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337102651537070322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ShEyaduuEUI/AAAAAAAAApM/jMyfjMUq84Q/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 58px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ShEyaduuEUI/AAAAAAAAApM/jMyfjMUq84Q/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337102463649321282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ShEygSblp5I/AAAAAAAAApU/Ws9E6Luqzf0/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 73px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ShEygSblp5I/AAAAAAAAApU/Ws9E6Luqzf0/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337102563695503250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no.&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/7441795197159800610-1973747130586414486?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1973747130586414486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1973747130586414486&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1973747130586414486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1973747130586414486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/no.html' title='no.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ShEylZqpmPI/AAAAAAAAApc/Kp1z1q3qEHU/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-6016067329613626636</id><published>2009-05-12T05:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:12:38.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hotel hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want every grey day overcast with romantic activities.&lt;br /&gt;late nights, maybe earlier mornings,&lt;br /&gt;shadow puppets, shakespeare and camping indoors.&lt;br /&gt;'we'll name one kid after a location.. and boys names for girls are cute too.'&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/7441795197159800610-6016067329613626636?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6016067329613626636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=6016067329613626636&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6016067329613626636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6016067329613626636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hotel.html' title='hello hotel'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-495739349071760074</id><published>2009-05-09T12:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:29:40.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>clothing related stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ughhhh. i just got a new chest of drawers and im trying to finish cleaning out my wardrobe and unpacking all these boxes i have. man, i have a LOT of clothing. i'm really tempted to sell some of it on ebay and get rid of it.. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i finally brought myself to take my old t-shirts and baggy long shorts/jeans to the charity shop. but i deffffinitely tried a few of them on to reminsce. i don't remember wearing that many long sleeved tops when i was 11, but apparently i did. tons of old billabong/roxy stuff is gone. and i, a self-confessed packrat, am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;on the upside, i found some cool stuff i forgot i even owned.. so that's neat. i'll sort out stuff i really don't need eventually &amp;amp; see what i want to do with it.&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/7441795197159800610-495739349071760074?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1074061690790400272</id><published>2009-05-08T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:10:38.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRoADbB-BFA/RcuE_t0lOiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/P3RA8EIeduY/s320/always-sunny-rob-mcelhenney2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iRoADbB-BFA/RcuE_t0lOiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/P3RA8EIeduY/s320/always-sunny-rob-mcelhenney2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't know why, but i'm extremely attracted to mac (its always sunny in philadelphia). its something to do with his weird hairstyle, his teeth &amp;amp; definitely his facial hair. he also works a t-shirt better than most people. i'm currently watching the one where dee &amp;amp; charlie become crack addicts.. it's my favourite.&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/7441795197159800610-1074061690790400272?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1074061690790400272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1074061690790400272&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1074061690790400272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.emilyholton.com/Art/Karl/KL-CoolOut-EmilyHolton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 453px;" src="http://www.emilyholton.com/Art/Karl/KL-CoolOut-EmilyHolton.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my friend claire had a bunch of these on her old facebook. i fell in love! oh karl lagerfeld. there are more on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.emilyholton.com"&gt;www.emilyholton.com&lt;/a&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/7441795197159800610-1173663836549861447?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1173663836549861447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1173663836549861447&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1173663836549861447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1173663836549861447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/karl-lagerfeld.html' title='karl lagerfeld'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;Bryony: but me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly: we sat in bed watching videos of zac efron and then we went to get smoothies&lt;br /&gt;Bryony: humm&lt;br /&gt;Bryony: he IS a smoothie!&lt;br /&gt;Bryony: hahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;Bryony: ugh&lt;br /&gt;Molly: i'd buy him&lt;br /&gt;Molly: and suck his juicy goodness&lt;br /&gt;Molly: icy and cold&lt;br /&gt;Molly: into the firey prison of my stomach AND my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Bryony: i think he's fashioned from watermelons and grapes&lt;br /&gt;Molly: he's made out of strawberries, bananas, wholesome values and the dust of those that fall in his path.&lt;br /&gt;Bryony: he doesnt have a penis&lt;br /&gt;Molly: HIS HAIR JUST DOES THAT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-1078246550233001906?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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where are you.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: FOUND IT&lt;br /&gt;Molly: I KICKED AROUND A PILE OF UNDERWEAR UNTIL I HEARD IT&lt;br /&gt;Joe D: underwar.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: underunderwear&lt;br /&gt;Molly: thats where it was&lt;br /&gt;Joe D: arent we all fighting a war underneat?&lt;br /&gt;Joe D: +h.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: tweet that&lt;br /&gt;Joe D: /profound.&lt;br /&gt;Joe D: omg i should.&lt;br /&gt;Joe D: tweet for me.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: i need to unfollow you&lt;br /&gt;Joe D: what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE D STANDS FOR DISNEYKID1 BITCH. &amp;amp; IN OTHER NEWS ASHTON KUTCHER GOT 1 MILLION FOLLOWERS ON TWITTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-8357674938755994882?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8357674938755994882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8357674938755994882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8357674938755994882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8357674938755994882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/ankles.html' title='ankles'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-6650724795613542678</id><published>2009-04-05T03:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T03:15:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gggggggggggggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;geocities, glam rock, the goonies, gillian, glitter, GORGUS, the grateful dead, gerald from 'hey arnold', giraffes,  geeks (DREAMY ONES), guy ritchie, grapes, grass, greyk2, girl interrupted, guitar players, gifts, the get up kids, green, girls, george michael, garden state, good shoes, gwen stefani, givenchy, google, ghost world, grey, gossip girl (how the hell did i miss that one until right now?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i'm giving you all a heads up that this alphabet might become 'molly-gushes-over-hot-men'.. at least today it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GEORGE CLOONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nilacharal.com/enter/celeb/images/George%20Clooney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.nilacharal.com/enter/celeb/images/George%20Clooney.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cloon. dr doug ross. danny ocean. michael clayton. the man is the most charming person on the planet. am i right or am i right? i'm right. there is no denying it. you have absolutely no grounds to argue with me about this. even though he was an awful batman - the nipples didn't help - he can do no wrong. i adore him. im just babbling without really explaining anything. okay.. i don't know if words will help to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are really very few modern movie stars who have lasted the past 15 years. i watched face/off the other week - my favourite action movie ever? tied with speed at least - and i just COULDN'T take nick cage seriously.. not that that film is serious at all.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they trade faces.. &lt;/span&gt;it's just that it would never be made today. all nick cage has done this decade that i respect is adaptation and matchstick men (love that movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GC totes leads that very elite group that we still care about even though most of them are all about having babies and acting in a romantic comedy once every two years. i'm talking julia roberts esque. there's not an exact science to it, but they just avoid that awkward sandra bullock thing of falling off the radar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite george clooney things of the past two years: michael clayton, burn after reading, his return to ER, ellen trying to trap him (i've mentioned ellen in at least 3 of these blogs so far. it's getting out of hand), his friendship with brad pitt, his wonderful support of obama and awareness of the conflict in chad. i can't wait for fantastic mr fox this autumn - i'm not even angry about them making another roald dahl book american. i'm thrilled with the whole production of that movie actually.. but that's another story! letter 'r' maybe. noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh intern george (love his appearances on the fug yourself blog).. i could post about a million links of why you should agree with me that he's fabulous, but i'll just stick to this one.. his humor is so self-deprecating! it only makes him more handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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the lamp. i mean mirror. who gets those confused?" ~ disneykid1, april 3rd 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3390961063779715675?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3390961063779715675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3390961063779715675&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3390961063779715675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3390961063779715675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-quote-ever-5.html' title='best quote ever #5'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1105426033115191284</id><published>2009-04-01T21:19:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:30:41.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fffffffffffff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;things i like that begin with f: frozen corn, fraggle rock, face/off, fruit, forever21, flight of the concords, fight club, four eyed monsters, freaks and geeks, fug, fruits (the magazine), free people, fredflare, the faint, fast times at ridgemont high, frezned, frank miller, ferris bueller, france, FRIENDSHIP, fiveawesomegirls, 5awesomegays, falke hosiery, fred perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FINDING NEMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/19/22534795_d8ea133043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 164px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/19/22534795_d8ea133043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i remember the very first time i watched finding nemo. it was when i was.. i guess about 13 or 14? my sister must've been about 16. she'd had some friends over that night or maybe we both had some friends over. and i was watching dvds my mum had rented or something that were just in the living room lying around after people had left. within the first 10 minutes i had cried. SO SAD. as sad as bambi and the fox and the hound! wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now in more recent times, my love for finding nemo stems from a certain bff i have from high school in ottawa: dominic. dom is turning 19 in under 2 months; the boy lives for lil wayne and is an absolute drunk disaster most of the time, but fuck i love him. adore him. he's one of my favourite people ever in the history of the universe, even though he calls me names and has previously dropped me upside down on concrete and shoved me off chairs and stolen my bag and run onto the wrong bus without me. we play kongregate together, i beat him everytime at mario kart, we watch lord of the rings, do scratchcards and eat melba toast. it's a glorious friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the past year i went to disneyland in anaheim twice and each time i bought dom a little nemo toy. the first one was pocket sized and he takes it to exams with him (lucky fin, duh) and the second one is a little bigger. he also has a giant nemo somewhere and an imposter clown fish toy which just doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tcomer.faculty.defiance.edu/finding_nemo800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 171px;" src="http://www.tcomer.faculty.defiance.edu/finding_nemo800x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and 'e' was ellen so.. you all know i love dory. and i love the fish school! and all the tank fishies. and the annoying little girl at the dentist. man i love finding nemo.. best movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even mention that it's dom's favourite movie? it is. right up there with poolhall junkies &amp;amp; kung fu panda.&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/7441795197159800610-1105426033115191284?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1105426033115191284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1105426033115191284&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1105426033115191284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1105426033115191284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/fffffffffffff.html' title='fffffffffffff'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/19/22534795_d8ea133043_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7061661014873571515</id><published>2009-03-28T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:08:18.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>phone home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sc66UV9LB4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/V-ZH8O3injg/s1600-h/Photo+2108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sc66UV9LB4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/V-ZH8O3injg/s400/Photo+2108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318393068625004418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sc66y15DYKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/crRzLi_He0M/s1600-h/Photo+2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sc66y15DYKI/AAAAAAAAAiU/crRzLi_He0M/s400/Photo+2036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318393592593735842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sc66u-7KeoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fuc7cLduJCc/s1600-h/Photo+2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sc66u-7KeoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fuc7cLduJCc/s400/Photo+2019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318393526299032194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these plv heels are fantastic! i got them for $40 - down from like $200. wearing the vintage dress i got on ebay, leotard from american apparel. ancient fishnets that are more ripped than legitimate tights, belt &amp;amp; necklace are standard as of recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cross-posted to &lt;a href="http://jessandmolly.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jessandmolly.blogspot.com&lt;/a&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/7441795197159800610-7061661014873571515?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7061661014873571515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7061661014873571515&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7061661014873571515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7061661014873571515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/phone-home.html' title='phone home'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/Sc66UV9LB4I/AAAAAAAAAiE/V-ZH8O3injg/s72-c/Photo+2108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7074643602431586580</id><published>2009-03-28T14:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:47:10.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>so there's this miu miu dress that came out.. spring 08 maybe. and i've loved it ever since. unfortunately so has everyone else so it's impossible to get (not to mention expensive). anyway. obviously, imitations have popped up on ebay for under $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're tempting but in the end i'd feel like carrie in that episode of sex and the city when they go to the valley to buy fake fendi bags. i'd know it wasn't right and it wouldn't feel as special. it's odd to me that the designer does matter.. i mean i'd be a hypocrite to say otherwise since i want to (and have) worked as a brand/in promoting/creating brands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's weird.. industrial design has always given me this rush. god that sounds geeky.. last year i got to stay in two boutique hotels in new york. one of them was designed by philippe starck (he designed the juicy salif which is a poorly functioning but fucking GORGEOUS lemon juicer) and i was so excited. it was gorgeous - they were both gorgeous i love design conventions. i love blogs about innovative and sustainable design. i love things with multiple functions. i love jonathan ive. i LOVE james dyson - i used one of the dyson hand dryers at waterloo station in london last time i was there. incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i? fashion. this week i finally started using the library at uni &amp;amp; rented a marc jacobs (&amp;amp;louis vuitton) dvd. marc jacobs is amazing. he just brings together so many things.. if you don't get it, i can't explain it. yesterday i watched the first hour of a yves st laurent documentary with eleni. it was a bit more personal and less about process and concept though. and i'm not as excited about ysl.. i haven't been obsessed with the really giant classic fashion houses just yet. i love karl lagerfeld though so they're creeping up on me gradually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-TkCQzOzm4/SKqh7UfTZNI/AAAAAAAABVk/UBzyK45ElLU/s400/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-TkCQzOzm4/SKqh7UfTZNI/AAAAAAAABVk/UBzyK45ElLU/s400/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the price of high fashion is unfair. there's this awkward tension between the idea of a designer wanting more people to be able to wear their designs and the elitism of the people who do wear them and the image they create. (maybe i'll write about this for my design essay due wednesday..) theres such a rush in owning something not everyone can have.&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/7441795197159800610-7074643602431586580?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7074643602431586580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7074643602431586580&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7074643602431586580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7074643602431586580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b-TkCQzOzm4/SKqh7UfTZNI/AAAAAAAABVk/UBzyK45ElLU/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1202665794403470204</id><published>2009-03-25T20:52:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:59:57.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while, antm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/thoughtforfood/antm/Allison_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 262px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/thoughtforfood/antm/Allison_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's been so long since i've really liked a girl on antm (i nearly typed 'character' instead of girl). this allison chick is pretty strange but man she's striking. i love her look. i love that she can pull off long wavy blooonde hair. it makes me want to dye mine super light for summer. there's a whole &lt;a href="http://s563.photobucket.com/albums/ss76/creepychanpix/"&gt;photobucket account right here&lt;/a&gt; of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ktla.com/common/medialib/image/180291.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.ktla.com/common/medialib/image/180291.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's so interesting!&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/7441795197159800610-1202665794403470204?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1202665794403470204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1202665794403470204&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1202665794403470204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1202665794403470204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while-antm.html' title='it&apos;s been a while, antm..'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/thoughtforfood/antm/th_Allison_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4490355667314727811</id><published>2009-03-25T14:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:34:29.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a conversation with sam friedman</title><content type='html'>Molly: i love the internet because YOU ARE HERE&lt;br /&gt;Molly: &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;Molly: RARELY BUT YOU'RE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: we are all here&lt;br /&gt;Sam: IT'S A FUCKING ISLAND&lt;br /&gt;Sam: or&lt;br /&gt;Sam: something&lt;br /&gt;Sam: internet island&lt;br /&gt;Sam: i could see brochures about it&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "A Place of Escape and Wonder"&lt;br /&gt;Molly: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "You can be whoever you want"&lt;br /&gt;Sam: etc.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: i wanna be paul rudds wife.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: oooooh&lt;br /&gt;Sam: good choice.&lt;br /&gt;Molly: he's so now&lt;br /&gt;Molly: haha&lt;br /&gt;Sam: hahaha i love that&lt;br /&gt;Sam: "so now"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-4490355667314727811?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4490355667314727811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=4490355667314727811&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4490355667314727811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4490355667314727811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/paul-rudd-is-so-now.html' title='a conversation with sam friedman'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2100707298719379251</id><published>2009-03-23T22:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:15:13.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>old photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SchsNE2P4II/AAAAAAAAAhE/9h8l7RATF-M/s1600-h/DSC01895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SchsNE2P4II/AAAAAAAAAhE/9h8l7RATF-M/s320/DSC01895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316618332006244482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this photo makes me kinda miss ottawa.. but also not really. i need to do 'f'. blaaaah.&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/7441795197159800610-2100707298719379251?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2100707298719379251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2100707298719379251&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2100707298719379251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2100707298719379251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-photos.html' title='old photos'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SchsNE2P4II/AAAAAAAAAhE/9h8l7RATF-M/s72-c/DSC01895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3014801911903258336</id><published>2009-03-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T10:05:28.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got wood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ScPMugPjIxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TFqL24I5fac/s1600-h/Photo+1871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ScPMugPjIxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TFqL24I5fac/s400/Photo+1871.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315317084528517906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"we're hoping he'll take over the world someday"&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/7441795197159800610-3014801911903258336?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3014801911903258336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3014801911903258336&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3014801911903258336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3014801911903258336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-wood.html' title='i got wood'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/ScPMugPjIxI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TFqL24I5fac/s72-c/Photo+1871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-6267202229544853172</id><published>2009-03-17T15:23:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:13:25.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAVOUR PLX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i have a favour to ask you! i'm doing a video project. really it's anything but i might run with this 'selfless self-portrait' idea. so, no matter how well we do or do not know each other, i would really appreciate being sent video or sound clips of you talking about me (sound preferred - i'll most likely delete any video).&lt;br /&gt;you can say anything you want: mean things, nice things, adjectives. you can lie or tell secrets and stories about me. feel free to be anonymous or introduce yourself. i haven't decided exactly how to cut it together, but you'll get credit at the end for when i show it in class and i might post it on youtube later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm giving this a week deadline i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email them to me at mollymeme@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who help me will get GLAMOROUS PRIZES.&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/7441795197159800610-6267202229544853172?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6267202229544853172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=6267202229544853172&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6267202229544853172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6267202229544853172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/favour-plx.html' title='FAVOUR PLX'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1825167610666064794</id><published>2009-03-13T01:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:15:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE CUPCAKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgur.com/64TY6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 241px;" src="http://imgur.com/64TY6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg211/BoredIncDesign/7201925_0f95e55205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 213px;" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg211/BoredIncDesign/7201925_0f95e55205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i might try to make the cookie monster cupcakes this weekend.&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/7441795197159800610-1825167610666064794?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1825167610666064794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1825167610666064794&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1825167610666064794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1825167610666064794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-cupcakes.html' title='MORE CUPCAKES'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5459368599859947539</id><published>2009-03-12T11:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:09:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last days of romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SblPbvXxzcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Dgl31WghJ4Y/s1600-h/DSC00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SblPbvXxzcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Dgl31WghJ4Y/s320/DSC00088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312364573451472322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i made this when i was 14 or 15 and i had the mumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-5459368599859947539?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5459368599859947539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5459368599859947539&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5459368599859947539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5459368599859947539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-days-of-romance.html' title='the last days of romance'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SblPbvXxzcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Dgl31WghJ4Y/s72-c/DSC00088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-6096061810199187553</id><published>2009-03-09T18:01:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:12:58.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2231764550_1f4d99483f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2231764550_1f4d99483f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;easter, the elected, elephants, elephant (the movie), elliott smith, empire records, eleni, the eels, excitement, elevators, eternal sunshine, election, elitism, elizabeth &amp;amp; james, emilio estevez, edamame, electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELLEN DEGENERES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i grew up with ellen. i loved her sitcom (it went hand in hand in hand with frasier, friends, er etc.) then she made that amazing reappearance in our lives as dory in finding nemo - a film that has in recent years become close to my cold stone heart due to dominic schiavo and his strange affinity for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 253px; height: 191px;" src="http://www.glamorati.com/celebrity/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/ellen-degeneres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and now i totally watch her interviews with young hollywood and presidential candidates on  youtube. and sometimes even at 4pm when there's nothing else on tv. i seriously judge how much i like celebrities by how much ellen likes them. example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have to start this by talking about my not-so-secret nickelodeon/disney/family channel obsession. i loved lizzie mcguire. i still watch the weekenders when it's on. and i ADORE life with derek. so sometimes in the middle of the night when i can't sleep, i watch like a bazillion 'zack and cody' interviews or google pictures of zac efron's hair. it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting to the example: so the jonas brothers. i found out about them when nat and i were in san diego last july and we found all these giant 8" buttons with "I heart nick" on them. i also see them on all the venetianprincess/whatthebuck videos &amp;amp; on magazines at the grocery store (BTW I DON'T BELIEVE THE JON+KATE RUMORS"). i watched the barbara walters pre-oscar interviews and learned more about them than i ever cared to know. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080414/ellen_degeneres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 171px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2008/startracks/080414/ellen_degeneres.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i ended up watching a jonas brothers/ellen interview and they all came on and hugged her and she seemed happy to see them. i later watched a miley cyrus/ellen interview and ellen was kind of uneasy and seemed far less into talking to miley. watching them next to each other i came out of it thinking "jobro = likeable. miley = rude bitch". i don't know why i even care. LOOKAT THEM ON A ROLLERCOASTER WITH ELLEN.... they are all wearing the same pants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have this view of ellen as a very nice person. and her george clooney thing makes me laugh. i think she's funny, charming and sweet. i love all that jake gyllenhaal stuff. she seems very comfortable with herself and she's obviously a fantastic business woman with a hot girlfriend who supports important causes. lady homegirl.&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/7441795197159800610-6096061810199187553?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/6096061810199187553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=6096061810199187553&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6096061810199187553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/6096061810199187553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/eeeeeeee.html' title='EEEEEEEE'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2231764550_1f4d99483f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4324650947474239070</id><published>2009-03-09T16:39:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:14:36.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.rdujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/alex_wang09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 467px;" src="http://images.rdujour.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/alex_wang09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alexander wang fall 09. it should run about $800?&lt;br /&gt;i want this bag so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;also i can't concentrate, have a ton of work to do for tomorrow and wednesday. and i hate all my music. miserbke. i got a &lt;a href="http://www.dailybooth.com/memememolly"&gt;dailybooth&lt;/a&gt; account, changed my&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/mememolly"&gt; twitter &lt;/a&gt;finally and started &lt;a href="http://jessandmolly.blogspot.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt; with my sister. THE INTERNET EXHAUSTS ME. WHAT HAPPENED TO MSN AND GEOCITIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-4324650947474239070?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4324650947474239070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=4324650947474239070&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4324650947474239070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4324650947474239070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/want.html' title='want.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3331207362732302681</id><published>2009-03-07T15:55:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:19:18.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DDDDDDDDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gingersnaps.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 190px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://gingersnaps.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and today's letter is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;things i like that begin with 'd': ducks, daniel desario, dior, daria, death from above 1979, &lt;a href="http://www.demicouture.ca/"&gt;http://www.demicouture.ca/&lt;/a&gt;, dogs, daniel clowes, disneyland, diaries, donnie darko, dreams, dawson's creek ('like' may not accurately describe my relationship with it), drummers, daisies, diana cameras!, diablo cody, doc martens, dinosaurs, dexter &amp;amp; debit cards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i was talking to joe (disneykid1) the other morning and wanted to write 'd' about him. but when i spoke to eleni on the phone, i realised what chaos that could create! i will do an alphabet of people, friends &amp;amp; family afterwards perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAY OF THE TENTACLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;undoubtedly, one of the best text adventure games of ALL TIME. if you've never played dott, i&lt;a href="http://canuckjihad.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/day-of-the-tentacle-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 202px; height: 293px;" alt="" src="http://canuckjihad.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/day-of-the-tentacle-cover-art.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't even know what to say to you. you can't relate to me. the game centers around 3 friends; bernard, hoagie and laverne. they use time travel (the chron-o-john!) to stop the evil purple tentacle from taking over the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's fantastic. you do all these amazing little tasks and send things through time. you meet benjamin franklin! the parts i most remember are.. pushing a mummy in rollerskates down some stairs and entering the same mummy in a beauty contest with spaghetti on it's head to look like a wig. i also painted a kumquat tree red so that george washington would cut it down, i said the phase "i have to go to the bathroom" about a million times playing as laverne and trying to figure out how to get out of tentacle jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you totally also put a hamster in a microwave. best game ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3331207362732302681?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3331207362732302681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3331207362732302681&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3331207362732302681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3331207362732302681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/ddddddddd.html' title='DDDDDDDDD'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4796923694551465322</id><published>2009-03-04T01:02:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:33:45.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP CONAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'d' is being written. but until then, lets focus on another 'c' - CONAN O'BRIEN. what the fuck is this? i turned on the tv guide channel and 'late night with jimmy fallon' showed up and i yelled at sydney "WHAT. JIMMY FALLON?" and i mean it. when did conan end? why did this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;in all honesty until i moved to canada, i had never seen more than interviews on youtube of people like conan and leno. i knew who they were because of other tv shows and movies they were referenced or appeared in. but wikipedia has made me really love this man. AND I WASN'T READY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and jimmy fallon..? really?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i like jimmy fallon in precisely one movie: almost famous. you can't even tell it's him. perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**edit - oh duh. thanks! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-4796923694551465322?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4796923694551465322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=4796923694551465322&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4796923694551465322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4796923694551465322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/rip-conan.html' title='RIP CONAN'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2783605331125759783</id><published>2009-03-02T01:16:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:11:41.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCCCCCCCCCCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e3/Sign_language_C.svg/552px-Sign_language_C.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e3/Sign_language_C.svg/552px-Sign_language_C.svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; things i like that begin with c: carrots (especially the baby variety), cynthia rowley, carrie bradshaw, charlotte ronson, chuck palahniuk, chuck bass, closer, cucumbers, communitychannel, chloe sevigny, clueless, cursive, canada, christopher robin, coca-cola (diet/zero), camden, canoeing, crafts, cameron crowe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUPCAKES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/i/cuppics/pistachio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://www.postpunkkitchen.com/i/cuppics/pistachio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;there are very few things that provide as much joy as a cupcake! now, cake.. i've never been a fan of cake so much. as a kid i would save my slices from birthday parties for my parents and was way more into the party bag and all the plastic crap it contained. but i have been known to buy a cupcake or two just because of how beautiful they can be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Cupcake-Faces-cupcakes-396299_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Cupcake-Faces-cupcakes-396299_1024_768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best cupcakes i've ever had include those from magnolias in new york, some from a store called 'cupcakes' here in vancouver and a few my roommate made toward the beginning of the year. i'm pretty dull about them to be honest. i like vanilla and i like 'frosting' (frosting might be totally different to 'icing' which is what us simple peasants grew up with, but its better. to an awful degree, better.) so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-2783605331125759783?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2783605331125759783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2783605331125759783&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2783605331125759783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2783605331125759783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/cccccccccccc.html' title='CCCCCCCCCCCC'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5493496837127222518</id><published>2009-03-01T13:25:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T05:30:07.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBBBBBBBBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.daniellesplace.com/Images4/letterB.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 124px;" src="http://www.daniellesplace.com/Images4/letterB.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second blog in the alphabet!&lt;br /&gt;awesome things that begin with 'b'? back to the future, betsey johnson, baked potatoes, bacardi, blythe, be your own pet, bill murray, boys, baking, backseatkiss... and birdsong comma joseph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and the winner issss.... &lt;strong&gt;BLOGGING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U4vYjoEgolY/SaUPtl119zI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ScRtwOYueMM/s400/IMG_5099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo is from my friend sophie's blog - she posts dailyish photos of her outfits. sophie has amazing clothes and style! and eleni takes fabulous photos of her. i love her blog &amp;amp; love those girls! &lt;a href="http://cecinestpaslamode.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cecinestpaslamode.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;other blogs i'm obsessed with include:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;http://www.thisiswhyyourefat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/"&gt;http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/&lt;/a&gt; (as always)&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://corwood.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://corwood.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://giant-girls.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://giant-girls.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;among many others. blogging is the bomb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-5493496837127222518?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5493496837127222518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5493496837127222518&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5493496837127222518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5493496837127222518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/03/bbbbbbbbbb.html' title='BBBBBBBBBB'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U4vYjoEgolY/SaUPtl119zI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ScRtwOYueMM/s72-c/IMG_5099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8079028297518596440</id><published>2009-02-27T11:15:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:38:13.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of blogging about being miserable, here goes day 1 of 26 - the alphabet of fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.sessions.edu/images/georgia_capital_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://blog.sessions.edu/images/georgia_capital_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I rolled around trying to get to sleep and was trying to think of a good 'A'. I thought of Anna Sui, Apples, Annie Hall, Allen Keys, Avenue Q, Air, Amaretto, American Pie, American Beauty, American Splendor, Aviators. I settled on &lt;strong&gt;Angela Chase&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems so obvious for me, really. You saw this coming. Angela is the internal everygirl. And since fashion is apparently unable to withstand the recession, 90s grunge has returned - something I am actually a fan of. I've always loved boys with floppy hair in plaid shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mscl.com/img/characters/angela_head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://www.mscl.com/img/characters/angela_head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you really think about what Claire Danes has ever done besides MSCL and Romeo+Juliet, you probably can't think of much. I love her in Igby Goes Down &amp;amp; Shopgirl. I feel like I've watched some bad movies just to see Angela again though - I saw Stage Beauty (oh Billy Crudup) and this awful film called Evening which has every hot actress over the age of 50 and at least 5 awesome ones under the age of 35. I hated that movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favourite moment in the whole series might be when Angela wakes up and dances around her bedroom to Blister in the Sun. I love that song! I want to play it now. If only my macbook wasn't fucked up (again). Crimson glow, Buffalo Tom, Spaghetti, Velvet dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my humble opinion, we've all had a Jordan Catalano. Multiple ones. Daily. There's a guy I refer to as 'The Prince' who used to be as elusive as him. There are hundreds of cute boys on the internet whom I will probably never talk to, but have spent hours watching videos of and lusting over. Oh infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I will go to Geometry Review. Not that I have anyone to make out with in the boiler room anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-8079028297518596440?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8079028297518596440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8079028297518596440&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8079028297518596440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8079028297518596440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/aaaaaaaaa.html' title='AAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7374142604982309183</id><published>2009-02-24T13:50:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:16:10.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just woke up from 2 weird dreams. one was about a farming video game that i found strangely addicting - i kinda still want to play it. the other was about.. going to a party? olivia was there and a lot of girls from my high school in ottawa. and we had a conversation about daria and discussed how annoying costume parties that don't have a direct theme are. dream big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;im eating an apple in bed post-shower. rolled up in towels and my duvet. i do this pretty much everyday unless im in a rush (and lets face it.. i'm usually only rushing on thursday for my 8.30 class.. sometimes its hard to get up for the 12.30 ones though.) i have class tonight at 7 and im gonna go to yoga at 4. should go do some print :/ im the laziest girl there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i want to do more fun things while im still in vancouver! what are all the touristy have-to-do things? i need to go to science world! and victoria and whistler (i know. i know. i still haven't been.) need to go down to seattle one last time to see kayley and kristina - preferably on a weekend when tina isn't flying somewhere exciting to kiss dolphins. i need to.. i dont know there are all these beaches i haven't been to. i want to go horse riding - i cannot explain or express this desire but im DYING to go horse riding ASAP. i want to see whales. kayak. um.. thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-7374142604982309183?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7374142604982309183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7374142604982309183&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7374142604982309183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7374142604982309183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5786621602112167504</id><published>2009-02-22T12:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T13:02:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AOKI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SaG8-BNPmJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tHsH5FvMJds/s1600-h/IMG_2982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305729609681049746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SaG8-BNPmJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tHsH5FvMJds/s320/IMG_2982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is julia and her friend whose name i can't remember! i met them briefly on friday night at steve aoki - amazing. i fought to stay at the front the entire night. got some amazing photos &amp;amp; some grey goose.&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/7441795197159800610-5786621602112167504?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5786621602112167504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5786621602112167504&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5786621602112167504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5786621602112167504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/aoki.html' title='AOKI'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SaG8-BNPmJI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/tHsH5FvMJds/s72-c/IMG_2982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1712858497920998946</id><published>2009-02-21T13:48:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:15:44.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter and other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for the record, i only did vegan at the end of summer for like.. a month. it was too hard. i mean i don't eat eggs or drink milk but every now and then i really need some fucking ice cream. all the good stuff has dairy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've had like 3 revelations over the past 24 hours. i sat on planes, got delayed but only for an hour this time - fingers crossed that 18 hour delays never happen to me again. i read melissa anelli's book, 'harry, a history' which i bought at the airport then a woman working at the airport was all "ooh what are you reading? in christianity, that is considered an evil book." i didn't know what to do so i said "oh." and went to my gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm about halfway through it and it is FANTASTIC. why did i never read it before? i don't know if everyone would feel the same unless they feel passionately about the books - but that's half the world? i don't know. i wasn't aware that i was actually a part of the early fandom. melissa writes about things that i absolutely remember happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm finding myself checking dates against my memory - i remember harry and the potters first coming to england and i was SO annoyed i couldnt go to stand in a library and see them because i was busy. i remember every book release since azkaban. i remember a boy leaving my primary school to move to bath and giving the first 2 potter books to the school library. when i was 10 and 11, my teachers would enter me in poetry festivals and a few of us won book tokens which we agreed to use to buy goblet of fire for the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'd forgotten all this. i'm not really upfront about my feelings towards the books - it's listed on my myspace page among chuck palahniuk and bret easton ellis books. in my room in england i have all 7 hidden in various places.. i have multiple copies of philosopher's stone (my mum thought i should own them all in hardback). an eternally lost copy of chamber exists somewhere. i have my movie ticket stubs from 10.30am showings on the first day. i have lightning bolt shaped temporary tattoos and badges inside shoeboxes. on facebook there is one bad photo of me dressed up as luna lovegood for a party in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love/loved them intensely. i never went the full fledged youtube-esque route. i shared theories but i didn't make friends through my fandom, online at least. one of my best friends, maria, sat next to me in year 8 during rs one day and we talked about it for weeks, discussing anagrams and clues. i would call her when new information was up on fansites. we went to get half blood at midnight together at my mum's bookshop. she was the one sitting next to me when i saw goblet and phoenix in cinemas. she's going to be the one sitting there when i see half blood prince this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i guess that's something. its magical what books can achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm halfway through both harry and coraline. i also watched high school musical 3 (finally) and rachel getting married on the plane. rachel was a good movie. i respect anne hathaway a bit more because of it, but i still hate her guts. hsm.. i really don't understand the plot. i was distracted by all the cute boys with fantastic hair and the awkwardity of bursting into song and wearing a denim mini skirt to ride a bike. it was fun. i vow never to watch twilight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-1712858497920998946?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1712858497920998946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1712858497920998946&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1712858497920998946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1712858497920998946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/harry-potter-and-other-things.html' title='harry potter and other things'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5082215919342691780</id><published>2009-02-19T20:18:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:59:50.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new york i love you but you're bringing me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SZ44tnedR0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/idYyGQTQXfY/s1600-h/2rhsr2o.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304739767431022402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SZ44tnedR0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/idYyGQTQXfY/s320/2rhsr2o.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hate leaving places when i love them. this week has felt really nice. i love new york. i know everyone loves new york but man i go stir crazy when i'm not in a place with enough distractions. i need to spend like a month here at least eventually.. it's been really cool to not feel rushed to do anything whilst i've been away though - and to not be angry that i'm not in vancouver whatsoever (normally im like semi-pissed to be away.. i don't know.) i feel like i've seen all the necessary things a bunch of times before, so i'm happy just sitting on a couch with people or having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i came back from philly where i got to see my ebff joe (dk1) for 2 days, which was lovely. so i got back in new york yesterday afternoon.. ran to soho to do some quick shopping and picked up some presents to mail my sister. she is demanding! at about 9 i went to meet caitlin, brooke, luke and liane. we went to see my bloody valentine 3d - my first 3d movie! it scared the shit out of me but it was amazingly cheesy and fantastic. i love jack mcphee. afterwards we went to a psychic and i had my palm read! i'm not getting married this year, guys :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today i met sam friedman at the atlas cafe and we began our tour of vegan cafes. had soup at atlas. then we walked all the way to the village to snice and had tea and split a cookie. then we walked like 2 blocks over to soy luck club and split a second cookie and i had the most amazing peach soy drink ever? it was orgasmic. we went back to union square to barnes and noble &amp;amp; did the usual. hunted through john green books - i didn't leave any notes this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i bought a marc jacobs book, coraline and diary by chuck palahniuk. after i've read this, i only have invisible monsters (which is on my shelf at home) and rant left to read. left sam and walked to caitlin's office to wait for her &amp;amp; say hello to some people. we got hot chocolate and walked down to sarah's office to be interviewed on her pop17 show and film some stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after that sarah, cait and i went to the lomography store at 8th st &amp;amp; 5thish and we all went crazy. i'd already been in earlier that day to ask about my fuji instax camera - i think i broke the flash when i was drunk on friday, but the people were really nice and said i could mail it back to be replaced! anyway. i bought myself the diana camera and cait got a really gorgeous fuji instax camera. i have the ugly choco one - which to be fair, i love. then we went to this indian restaurant on bleeker where brooke and luke met us later. took a ton of photos, ate a ton of food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love everyone i've met through youtube! it doesn't seem fair at all that i only get to see people like caitlin every few months. and i've only even met joe once before this week. it seems ridiculous and unfair. dear new york, please marry me or employ me so i can move here and feel the love daily? love molly xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-5082215919342691780?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5082215919342691780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5082215919342691780&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5082215919342691780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5082215919342691780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-york-i-love-you-but-youre-bringing.html' title='new york i love you but you&apos;re bringing me down'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SZ44tnedR0I/AAAAAAAAAaI/idYyGQTQXfY/s72-c/2rhsr2o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2386180548803742790</id><published>2009-02-17T07:43:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:08:21.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hii :] so guess who's bed i'm in! i'm in philadelphia visiting joe (disneykid1) and stevie (stevieproductions). last night we played nintendo and went to a grocery store which is like my 2 favourite things ever. when im in america - i did this with natalie all summer - we would go to grocery stores and just look around at everything.. it sounds sad! but american food is so big and amazing. i have all these photos we took of alcohol bottles and ice cream shelves.. i love america.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;joe and i are going downtown today i think! he wants me to see a cardigan he might get. tomorrow i'm going back to new york until friday - i have so many people still to see! i saw ryan (poykpac) and sam friedman (isnoggedharry). sam and i went to eat with kayley (owlssayhooot) and her school friends who were here on a trip. it was amazing. her teachers would be like "so how do you guys know each other?" and kayley would be all "oh we're old friends". obviously she couldn't say "THE INTERNET". oh life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;also i got to meet melissa anelli who also came to see kayley. melissa is amazing. when sam was driving us to her apartment i had a little freakout because deep in my past, i was an absolute potter geek. i have memberships on mugglenet and leaky from when i was about 9 or 10.. or 14. i don't know, man. anyway i havve to go see melissa if she tours in england this summer! and i want to go to a potter conference so badly.. its unreal. i wanna go to leakycon :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;still have to see so many people in new york. ah! okay shower time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-2386180548803742790?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2386180548803742790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2386180548803742790&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2386180548803742790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2386180548803742790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/trip.html' title='trip!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3211214189074025664</id><published>2009-02-11T22:23:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:38:46.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its the time of the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;yay! english exam done. design history exam done. design projects done. only some media due tomorrow (including collages i havent started or thought about) and print due friday. i'm currently owning ryan at online scrabble (i beat him by like 5 points). last night sydney and i watched this tv show about the smartest people on earth and the real man who inspired &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rainman&lt;/span&gt; was on it! i had to watch the movie after i went to bed - to procrastinate from studying. i'll finish it tonight. i love that film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i'm obsessed with the new episodes of nip/tuck. i've waited so fucking patiently for these. nip/tuck is like.. one of the only tv shows that i'm not even remotely embarrassed about watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll get to see coraline tomorrow.. but who knows. i'm a busy and incredibly tired lady. PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET WHO THINK I DONT HAVE A LIFE ARE SADLY MISTAKEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting excited! i fly to new york on saturday and i reallly hope i get to see everybody i want to see in the 6 days i'll be in nyc and philadelphia: sam, caitlin, brooke, sarah, ryan, kevin, brad, liane, liz, stevie, joe, chris &amp;amp; dave. i think that's everyone who lives in those places that i know.. i'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i built a fort in the corner of our apartment using blankets, 2 stools and a chair and i filled it with blankets and pillows and a magical lamp. it was the most special thing ever. i got home last night after class at about 11pm and tom had BROKEN it! i yelled at him over facebook and officially he owes me a fort. i might let it slide now because he's coming over to get his bike AND BRINGING OREO MCFLURRIES FOR ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST SUMMER EVER.&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/7441795197159800610-3211214189074025664?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3211214189074025664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3211214189074025664&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3211214189074025664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3211214189074025664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-time-of-season.html' title='its the time of the season'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2180093680399525713</id><published>2009-02-11T00:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:44:01.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eat your heart up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SZKOCh17ooI/AAAAAAAAAaA/PJE8ho4oiZs/s1600-h/Photo+1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SZKOCh17ooI/AAAAAAAAAaA/PJE8ho4oiZs/s320/Photo+1733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301455885463954050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i came up near to you, my arm around your waist. i was wanting to get to know you, lean in and get a taste. i could hear your heart beating. and i found i wanted to eat your heart up. chew it up and swallow and get your blood to flow through my head. oh no. my heart is like a savage, starving out and hiding low. sees a chance it strikes and drags its kill right underground to gorge. oh my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would be so easy to eat.&lt;br /&gt;you would be so easy to eat.&lt;br /&gt;you would be so easy to eat.&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/7441795197159800610-2180093680399525713?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2180093680399525713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2180093680399525713&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2180093680399525713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2180093680399525713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/eat-your-heart-up.html' title='eat your heart up'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SZKOCh17ooI/AAAAAAAAAaA/PJE8ho4oiZs/s72-c/Photo+1733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8384072019315157612</id><published>2009-02-07T12:28:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:30:30.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the only reason not to go fucking around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SY3vDHip7LI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SjI3PZCOg9Y/s1600-h/Photo+1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SY3vDHip7LI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SjI3PZCOg9Y/s320/Photo+1726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300155173327989938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SY3vGQhQrII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JMUihXGU5g4/s1600-h/Photo+1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SY3vGQhQrII/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JMUihXGU5g4/s320/Photo+1727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300155227277667458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wake yo-self up!&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/7441795197159800610-8384072019315157612?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8384072019315157612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8384072019315157612&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8384072019315157612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8384072019315157612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-reason-not-to-go-fucking-around.html' title='the only reason not to go fucking around'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SY3vDHip7LI/AAAAAAAAAZw/SjI3PZCOg9Y/s72-c/Photo+1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3204958170060287731</id><published>2009-02-05T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:27:02.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHO'S BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SYr3J7YswuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZHImRoH-2B0/s1600-h/Photo+1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SYr3J7YswuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZHImRoH-2B0/s320/Photo+1691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299319661486981858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3204958170060287731?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3204958170060287731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3204958170060287731&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3204958170060287731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3204958170060287731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/guess-whos-back.html' title='GUESS WHO&apos;S BACK'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SYr3J7YswuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ZHImRoH-2B0/s72-c/Photo+1691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3841956119116020563</id><published>2009-02-03T13:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:17:48.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting shit done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my macbook isn't fixed yet. getting really excited about mailing people gift packages! i sent joe some cupcakes from a bakery that delivers in philly - i can't believe im going to be with him in like 2 weeks today! will be so nice. i hit level 91 on the mmorpg i've been playing obsessively. absolutely addicted to it. which reminds me i CANNOT WAIT for the sims 3. AHHH 3 weeks, guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;saw gossip girl this morning. oh em effing gee. as usual. haven't seen tree hill yet. syd caught me up on the city when she woke up. we're such lazy people.. its 1.15pm on a tuesday and we're watching the addams family movie/little people big world. i'm going to the art store in a second. need to buy pancake mix too. and go to yoga.. hm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ooh the game has changed. art store + then meeting eleni at school before yoga. im the best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3841956119116020563?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3841956119116020563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3841956119116020563&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3841956119116020563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3841956119116020563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-shit-done.html' title='getting shit done'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-389329679841914643</id><published>2009-01-31T21:06:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:19:02.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'M COMING BACK TO YOU I SWEAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;man, i just watched hayleyghoover's new video and i love her. the girl is so sweet and so smart. sometimes i send her suckuppy messages on skype but rarely because these days I AM AN INTERNET RECLUSE. man i hardly talk to anyone. actually i'm hardly online. my mum keeps having to send me emails asking if i'm alive. i really only get to talk to natalie every few days and i call joe over skype when i have time and it's not too late in his timezone. i miss bryony! and jamie. and caitlin. "i miss video games.. i miss my mom." sorry. homestarrunner'd out right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BRYONY, CAITLIN + NATALIE: there is a pile of stuff i've been collecting in the corner of my room where i keep all my change along with bubble envelopes and i am slowly forming packages of love for you girls. i predict i'll move back to england before i mail them because im just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MY POINT IS. hayley's video makes me want to make videosss. i miss it so much. i'm just a busy motherfucker honestly. whenever i'm home i am in a food network coma or sleeping. or doing some weird class assignment. this week i don't have too much actually. and nothing that weird. i think my karl lagerfeld letterpress print went down well. didn't have time for all the sound performances in my class but mine is WEIRD. everyones were weird actually. it's the kind of project you couldn't fuck up if you tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i predict my macbook will be back on monday. and know what? i'm gonna make a video because i MISS it. and youtube. totally started this year with the 1 a week ambition.. but its been like 2 months since i posted anything. i'm a disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-389329679841914643?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/389329679841914643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=389329679841914643&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/389329679841914643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/389329679841914643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-coming-back-to-you-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1120861905715188460</id><published>2009-01-30T04:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T04:44:10.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>list update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) my right top eyelid is puffy and sore and i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;2) watching it's always sunny in philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;3) finishing up some karl lagerfeld letterpress images &amp;amp; inappropriate valentines for class&lt;br /&gt;4) i got one of those fuji instax mini cameras and it's amazing. i ordered hello kitty film for it&lt;br /&gt;5) saw revolutionary road tonight with eleni. it was good.&lt;br /&gt;6) films still to see: gran torino, the reader, the wrestler, frost/nixon, che, coraline (I AM SO EXCITED FOR IT), doubt &amp;amp; happy-go-lucky. probably more. those are just the recent ones.&lt;br /&gt;7) made a really shitty wasabi edamame salad.&lt;br /&gt;8) finally took my macbook to be repaired. should be a couple of days longer and it'll be PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;9) what's a good vegetarian mexican recipe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-1120861905715188460?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1120861905715188460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1120861905715188460&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1120861905715188460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1120861905715188460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/01/list-update.html' title='list update!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5209084431212791292</id><published>2009-01-23T00:08:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:13:20.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeahhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17 yoga classes in 18 days. on top of uni, sleep &amp;amp; food network. i'm pro! (and flexible)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have to make a sound performance piece for next week.. ideas? anyone? i'm so ready for this weekend. having class on fridays this semester sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-5209084431212791292?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5209084431212791292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5209084431212791292&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5209084431212791292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5209084431212791292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeahhh.html' title='yeahhh!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5323466823431107114</id><published>2009-01-21T01:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:17:39.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>january 21st 2009</title><content type='html'>so i'll join the entire world and write about what today (technically yesterday) means to me. maybe its just because tonight i had an english class that focuses a lot on how destructive the 20th century has been and how we're headed for disaster. i'm currently watching obama's inauguration address and i find the resonance of today incredible. maybe it's just because i'm finally old enough to have more global awareness or like i've said before; because it's trendy to care about politics. i am genuinely excited. and hesitant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;almost more than the fact, i'm excited about the symbolism of barack obama. his face has so much meaning to the world at the moment and i'm thrilled to be alive to experience the next few years. he represents hope, change, "yes we can." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i find it ridiculous that anyone can criticize anyone who discusses anything to be honest - why should i care? i'm currently a british national living as an international student in vancouver, canada. in a few months i won't even be a resident of north america anymore, let alone the usa. it's amazing how anyone can believe that this doesn't impact the entire world - if not at least politically, symbolically and emotionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;how i feel when i see him alone is enough for me to know that this is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/news/local/longisland/politics/blog/george-w-bush-picture.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;george bush - people are sheep. they say they hate him and have no idea why. or maybe they saw fahrenheit 9/11 one time. despite this, his face represents negative things to me: terror, fear, mistakes.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://whoisbarackobama.name/who-is-barack-obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;in the back of my mind im wondering if people will look back on the ignorance of civilisation at this time. the overwhelming optimism and reliance and expectation that obama encourages.. are we set up for disappointment? he represents change, but he only just became president. is optimism enough? nothing is instant and in this age of technology and short attention spans, is the face of a hopeful future enough for now? i'm just thinking 'out loud' here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;kay.. back to food network.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-5323466823431107114?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5323466823431107114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5323466823431107114&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5323466823431107114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5323466823431107114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-21st-2009.html' title='january 21st 2009'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-7675663256168016296</id><published>2009-01-15T02:28:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T03:57:04.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sound collages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;boo. i already missed a lecture this semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i freaked out last night about ucas, stayed up really late &amp;amp; slept through my first class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm currently trying to make a collage of a sound. it's surprisingly difficult.. i already did one for 'om' and one for the shower. i can't even think of a third sound right now. i also need to buy some like.. wood carving tools, go to a dollar store, mail bryony some things.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh i came back to this like an hour later and i did the third one on the sad noise my macbook makes when i turn it on. i reaaally need to take it to be repaired this weekend. or tomorrow! if i was a good person i'd take it tomorrow after class. i have to delete the porn off it first.. i'm kidding. i don't store my porn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i swear i spend half my life making to-do-lists. i have this little whiteboard i write all my assignments and shit on. things i accomplished wednesday: sound assignment, went to class, watched the garden state commentary (i thought the dvd was bust since i lent it to anna in like 2006. turns out it works!) and now i'm watching the almost famous extended version with the commentary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i seriously rarely watch my favourite movies without the commentary now.. it's odd. almost famous though man.. it's not even a funny commentary, it's just.. it feels a lot more relevant to me now than it did when i first heard it about 5 years ago. i think i loved it then simply as a film, especially related to cameron crowe's life. i don't know. now i care more about the music and pop culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this blog isn't going anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-7675663256168016296?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/7675663256168016296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=7675663256168016296&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7675663256168016296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/7675663256168016296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/01/sound-collages.html' title='sound collages'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2857072815285187132</id><published>2009-01-05T16:59:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:26:17.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hii</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm alive, don't worry. just having a few issues with my macbook that are making the internet suck for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my flight yesterday was so fucked up. got to the airport in ottawa at 3.45pmish EST. ended up landing in calgary at 9pm PST because they closed vancouver airport. slept in calgary airport til 1am before finally getting on a plane to van. we got in around 2am but bags took 3 hours to come through &amp;amp; then had to wait about 40 minutes to get a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i walked in the apartment at 6am after about 18 hours of travelling and slept for 3 hours before getting up for my first class today which only has 6 people in it. class was done 2 hours early so i went to buy a phone charger (the movers in ottawa shipped mine back to england. grr!) and picked up a package i ordered in NOVEMBER from the post office. came home and watched tv for the first time in almost 4 weeks.. it was so relaxing and lovely to have the tv guide channel back. i missed jon &amp;amp; kate so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;also sydney brought so many amazing dvd boxsets back with her. now we have all 3 seasons of arrested development, curb your enthusiasm and its always sunny in philadelphia. i brought back season 1 of six feet under, every extras dvd, some movies and a better MSCL boxset - AMAZING SPECIAL FEATURES. THE DVD INSERT NEARLY MADE ME CRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gossip girl &amp;amp; one tree hill are back tonight! the city (havent seen it yet, but i love whitney) &amp;amp; j+kp8 also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;things to do: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;take my macbook to the apple store to get it fixed. gotta figure out why the keyboard won't work - anyone know why this might be? it gets stuck on the 'u' and 'w' until i hit shift and the ` key works.. nothing else for some reason. actually it may have been when i spilt water on it last week.. shit. i should've taken it in months ago when the disc drive got jammed. i am a lazy mac owner. sorry, steve jobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- go grocery shopping (this can wait until the weekend honestly. all i need is soup and diet coke and i'm happy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-2857072815285187132?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/2857072815285187132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=2857072815285187132&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2857072815285187132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/2857072815285187132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2009/01/hii.html' title='hii'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-2590442868325528614</id><published>2008-12-29T11:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:42:52.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holla holla holla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVknjRggRUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/dPicHUl1rEs/s1600-h/Photo+1500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVknjRggRUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/dPicHUl1rEs/s320/Photo+1500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285299124644627778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the shipping company are here to pack our stuff + send it back to england. i got up at 7 to move my things. apparently i have more stuff than any other room in our house.. eek! anyway, since the house is full of loud canadian men, i have spent the day hiding in the spare bedroom next to mine (where i can hear them taking my bed apart which is painful) and in the bathtub listening to the blow, playing neopets and reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where i would be without ricky gervais.&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/7441795197159800610-2590442868325528614?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVknjRggRUI/AAAAAAAAAZE/dPicHUl1rEs/s72-c/Photo+1500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3781042993931724319</id><published>2008-12-27T10:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:41:55.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best ever #4?</title><content type='html'>10:00:36 AM Joe: hii.&lt;br /&gt;10:09:24 AM Molly: sorry hii&lt;br /&gt;10:09:36 AM Molly: i got distracted&lt;br /&gt;10:10:04 AM Molly: im making guacamole&lt;br /&gt;10:18:50 AM Molly: :( i missed my windowwww&lt;br /&gt;10:36:02 AM Joe: hahah window.&lt;br /&gt;10:36:13 AM Molly: HI&lt;br /&gt;10:36:16 AM Joe: heyyy.&lt;br /&gt;10:36:18 AM Joe: I'M POOPIN'.&lt;br /&gt;10:36:20 AM Molly: IS MY WINDOW STILL OPEN&lt;br /&gt;10:36:21 AM Molly: ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;10:36:24 AM Joe: finally poopin'.&lt;br /&gt;10:36:25 AM Molly: close the fucking window.&lt;br /&gt;10:36:29 AM Joe: hahahahahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;10:36:40 AM Molly: im saving this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;10:36:55 AM Joe: im bloggin' this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;10:37:07 AM Molly: do it&lt;br /&gt;10:37:09 AM Molly: im blogging it too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3781042993931724319?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3781042993931724319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3781042993931724319&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3781042993931724319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3781042993931724319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-quote-ever-4.html' title='best ever #4?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1663473741129061964</id><published>2008-12-27T02:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:51:23.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no doubt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.canada.com/a373a9c0-95d4-4a46-a780-e930d6c76147/070811-nodoubt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 322px;" src="http://media.canada.com/a373a9c0-95d4-4a46-a780-e930d6c76147/070811-nodoubt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO DOUBT ARE TOURING IN 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;top ten things i didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;in other news, i just used all the airmiles i've been saving for one last plane ticket in february. i spent a few hours tonight on skype with my ebff; disneykid1 like you didn't know. we have totally incredible plans that will no doubt (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roflwaffle&lt;/span&gt; - totes accidental!) result in a pretty epic story + many GORGUS photos for facebook! sigh. i love me.. i mean.. joe.. oh.&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/7441795197159800610-1663473741129061964?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/1663473741129061964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=1663473741129061964&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1663473741129061964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/1663473741129061964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-doubt.html' title='no doubt!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-1909973445899802101</id><published>2008-12-25T13:14:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:05:05.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVP35V8OehI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SWHdS6kiDtg/s1600-h/Photo+1413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVP35V8OehI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SWHdS6kiDtg/s200/Photo+1413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283839352350079506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVP31bSEzQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WsJtrSQLdsM/s1600-h/Photo+1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVP31bSEzQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WsJtrSQLdsM/s200/Photo+1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283839285064420610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit - i got the anchor before i turned 19. i have a habit of drawing on my hands &amp;amp; a star at the base of my thumb is something i've done since i was like 13.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-1909973445899802101?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVP35V8OehI/AAAAAAAAAY8/SWHdS6kiDtg/s72-c/Photo+1413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-575480101344482285</id><published>2008-12-24T18:23:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:50:33.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sloppiest lady!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVLux7kAfeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fhcVDV0vzN0/s1600-h/Photo+1376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVLux7kAfeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fhcVDV0vzN0/s320/Photo+1376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283547854428732898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVLuteI-aVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PcPtXXWwxJ4/s1600-h/Photo+1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVLuteI-aVI/AAAAAAAAAYk/PcPtXXWwxJ4/s320/Photo+1366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283547777811245394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've been watching extras on dvd, shopping, cooking. i bought burn after reading (&amp;amp; also pleasantville which is a movie i somehow didn't already own and it was $6). christmas is nice because i like the 3 'b's: buying, baking and bedazzling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier i was thinking about religious holidays - i'm personally an atheist, but i respect all other beliefs and love learning about them. i took religious education by choice every single year of primary and secondary school except for grade 12 (year 13) because it wasn't an option. i think it might stem from being a kid and watching a lot of nickelodeon cartoons.. all those rugrats  and simpsons specials? that's how i learnt about passover, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the schools i went to in england had this weird christian undercurrent. i have this distinct memory of being in year 2 and being scolded for not saying the prayer with everyone before we ate lunch - something you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to do up until year 3. i was being perfectly quiet and respectful while other people did it, but i didn't want to and the fact that the dinnerlady made me do it alone had an impact on my feelings towards religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember going through a little stage when i was about 7 where i decided a lot of my opinions and attitudes towards stuff (i was a totally difficult child apparently). i decided i could no longer bring myself to eat meat and i haven't to this day and will never again. and i also decided that religion wasn't my thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was my point? oh yeah. essentially, i think it'd be cool to celebrate lots of festivals and holidays, regardless of my beliefs. i like traditions and customs and i want to experience lots of them! i had my first thanksgiving dinner with my american roommate and her parents last month and i'm totally going to have thanksgiving with bryony next year - if canada gets to celebrate it, so do we in england. anyway.. im all about decorating and cooking and i'll take any excuse to do it.&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/7441795197159800610-575480101344482285?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/575480101344482285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=575480101344482285&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/575480101344482285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/575480101344482285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/sloppiest-lady.html' title='the sloppiest lady!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SVLux7kAfeI/AAAAAAAAAYs/fhcVDV0vzN0/s72-c/Photo+1376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-9155387862211415837</id><published>2008-12-19T15:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:10:57.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUwp1aMayAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p_SIEkCPJUk/s1600-h/Photo+1336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUwp1aMayAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p_SIEkCPJUk/s320/Photo+1336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281642460539963394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUwpwf-xxbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nZIVuTUChCA/s1600-h/Photo+1321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUwpwf-xxbI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nZIVuTUChCA/s320/Photo+1321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281642376194016690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love my bathroom!&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/7441795197159800610-9155387862211415837?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/9155387862211415837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=9155387862211415837&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/9155387862211415837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/9155387862211415837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/yaya.html' title='yaya'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUwp1aMayAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/p_SIEkCPJUk/s72-c/Photo+1336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-299675126781975317</id><published>2008-12-17T05:29:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:14:23.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my friend tom (i've mentioned him lots of times. he's the hiwonderland! boy &amp;amp; his 15-year-old-self happens to be my all-time favourite person. not that he isn't still fabulous. anyway..) put up a video on youtube this morning which had a lot of boys i knew when i was 13ish skating and it made me miss them all so much! i haven't been back to england since march and definitely haven't seen some of those boys since like.. the beginning of 2006. i smiled the whole time watching it.&lt;br /&gt;my younger self knew some cuties.&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/7441795197159800610-299675126781975317?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/299675126781975317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=299675126781975317&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/299675126781975317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/299675126781975317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans.html' title='plans'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3922272464039434970</id><published>2008-12-15T00:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:58:40.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's the nicest feeling to be home! it's cold and there's snow everywhere but as i was pulling into my drive, my friend sam called + i went to hang out with him + cainan for the past few hours. they give the loveliest hugs! eek. christmas will be fun :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3922272464039434970?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3922272464039434970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3922272464039434970&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3922272464039434970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3922272464039434970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/home.html' title='HOME'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-997173430109883275</id><published>2008-12-13T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:45:29.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lady homegirl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUOSIoqJFiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZkihMuF_p8M/s1600-h/Photo+1271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUOSIoqJFiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZkihMuF_p8M/s320/Photo+1271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279223865259136546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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homegirl!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUOSIoqJFiI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZkihMuF_p8M/s72-c/Photo+1271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-6281911832958134422</id><published>2008-12-12T18:14:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:52:14.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fri-wasted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUM_KBoMHmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/I3BiNdxVW6w/s1600-h/Photo+1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUM_KBoMHmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/I3BiNdxVW6w/s320/Photo+1003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279132629676596834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahh so i fucked up. thursday i finished class &amp;amp; spent the whole day casually drinking in different locations. i got home at 1am and slept until 3pm today.. had a bath, cleaned the apartment &amp;amp; took most of the trash out. had some tempura and miso for dinner. went to yoga. picked up some things on the way home &amp;amp; now i'm chillin' with 90210 until i go to a party later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll go christmas shopping tomorrow! i swearrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='fri-wasted.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUM_KBoMHmI/AAAAAAAAAYE/I3BiNdxVW6w/s72-c/Photo+1003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3076765646560142786</id><published>2008-12-10T20:35:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:50:26.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUCY7IWZEGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ozh6CgP42jY/s1600-h/DSC06850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUCY7IWZEGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ozh6CgP42jY/s320/DSC06850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278386904899326050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there's definitely something about living in vancouver that inspires health and wellness. i recently started going to yoga and right now i'm going every other day - it's a little hard on top of uni to go everyday (not to mention expensive.) i bought an unlimited pass for january though so maybe i'll try to go daily after christmas. but i feel good! i have more energy and i feel less stressed. i recommend anyone to take a class if they have the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much to do within the next 2 days. my last class tomorrow morning (not to mention the project due in that class which i have yet to complete.. but it's somehow only 8.43pm and i'm finding myself with time to write this and watch the santa clause with my roommate..) i'll be done by around midday and i'm having my class over to celebrate the end of the semester. so tomorrow night will be reserved for drinking and chaos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i have to get up EARLY. have to, have to. i need to go a few places to get christmas presents. gotta pick up stuff for my family as well as my roommate and her parents. if i have time i'm totally going to go use the gift certificate her mum gave me for christmas and get a  pedicure or something. i also have to fit in a yoga class and start packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't seen milk! maybe friday evening if i manage to get all my christmas shopping done by 7ish, i'll go. i don't even care if i go alone. i want to see this film so badly! yes. christmas.. ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going home this weekend to ontario for christmas. it's going to be so nice to see everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3076765646560142786?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3076765646560142786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3076765646560142786&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3076765646560142786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3076765646560142786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-life.html' title='what a life!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/SUCY7IWZEGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ozh6CgP42jY/s72-c/DSC06850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8860041732400521110</id><published>2008-12-09T21:11:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:21:56.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.piterwilson-toys.com/wcsmt2/animations/2008/12/09/1738/animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 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center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STw4On3z8UI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nJQJAYkeAeU/s1600-h/Photo+1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STw4On3z8UI/AAAAAAAAAXk/nJQJAYkeAeU/s320/Photo+1019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277154687243776322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;undercover penis lover, yo&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/7441795197159800610-822116346465871330?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/822116346465871330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-3397263557522185679</id><published>2008-12-06T13:52:00.015-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T17:49:43.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stolen from amazingphil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1. What’s your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;molly. when i was little, i'd lie &amp;amp; tell people it was molina. my mum calls me 'm' or 'fluffkins'. my sister calls me 'morry' (she's 21. but i call her jeshi-boo so..) growing up kids called me 'mols'. now 'meme' sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2. What is your favorite thing to wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all my clothes at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3. Last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uhh pizza? drunk decisions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4. One place you will NEVER eat at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the best vegetarian restaurant on the planet :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5. I say Shotgun, you say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;woah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. Last person you hugged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nicole?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7. Does anyone you know wanna date you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;im in a long term relationship with my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8. Would you date anyone you met online?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not just 'anyone' but definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9. Name something you like physically about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;my '&lt;3' tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last place you went out to dinner to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a japanese tapas place on 4th avenue. last weekend with my roommate &amp;amp; her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11. Who is your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i can't even begin to think about knowing how to answer that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12. What time of the day is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.02pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13. Who/What made you angry today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;waking up hungover at my friends place &amp;amp; bussing home. being "that girl".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14. Baseball or Football?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15. Ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16. Favorite type of Food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;savoury. i love salt. also produce. cucumber &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17. Favorite holiday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18. Do you download music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;itunes yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19. Do you care if your socks are dirty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no. unless they have that weird.. 'sweated-into' feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20. Opinion of Chinese symbol tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;trashy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;21. Would you date the person that posted this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I AM BLUSHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;22. Has anyone ever sang or played for you personally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23. Do you love anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hundreds of people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;24. Are colored contact lenses sexy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i wouldn't say 'sexy'. but it's fun to change your eye colour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;25. Have you ever bungee jumped?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no. i have no desire to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;26. Have you ever gone white-water rafting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in france.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;27. Has anyone ten years older than you ever hit on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;27. How many pets do you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we have koi in the pond in england.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;29. Have you met a real redneck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;30. How is the weather right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;miserbke! it's RAINY. i live in british columbia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;31. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the tv guide channel from the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;32. What is your current favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tilly and the wall - aligator skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;33. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;home alone, the grinch &amp;amp; dazed and confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;34. Do you wear contacts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;35. Where was the last place you went besides your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sophie, eleni, natalie &amp;amp; hayley's apartment. and some juice bar on the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;36. What are you afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;polar bears, minotaurs, birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;37. How many piercings have you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;38. What piercings do you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'm not a piercing type of girl anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;39. What’s one thing you’ve learned this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; art is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;40. What do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tall skinny gingerbread latte (&lt;3&gt;41. What Magazines are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nylon, as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;42. Have you ever fired a gun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a paintball gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;43. Are you missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hundreds of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;44. Favourite TV show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JON AND KATE PLUS 8. no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;freaks and geeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;45. Do you have an obession with WoW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;47. Has anyone said you look like a celebrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;different people every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;47. What celeb do you look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;apparently some girl from friday night lights? aimee teagarden? that's why my old 'secret' youtube channel was 'princessteagarden'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;48. Who would you like to see right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my sister, dom, olivia, alex k, cainan, anna, maria, sarah, tom, jake, ed, joe, bryony, adam, rachael, christie, gillian, alex d, caitlin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;49. Favorite movie of all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;igby goes down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;50. Do you find yourself loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;51. Have you ever been caught doing something you weren’t suppose to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;constantly. my life is embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;52. Favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my room smells so good right now. i bought room aroma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;53. Butter, plain, or salted popcorn?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;salted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;54. What’s something that really bugs you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the fact that im doing this instead of getting ready for yoga and i might be late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;55. Do you like Michael Jackson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;56. Taco Bell or Burger King?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;57. What’s your favorite perfume?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;marc jacobs - daisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i want chloe perfume but it's so hard to find!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;58. Favorite baseball team?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hey arnold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;59. Ever call a 1-900 phone number?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;60. What’s the longest time you’ve gone without sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like 48 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;61. Last time you went bowling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i have no idea. we tried to go in summer but we went at 1am and they were closed :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;62. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in a field behind my high school in england?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;63. Who was your last phone call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;dan last night haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;64. Last time you were at work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2007 when i was last able to work legally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;64. What is the closest orange object near you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a bottle of mop hair serum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7441795197159800610-3397263557522185679?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/3397263557522185679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=3397263557522185679&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3397263557522185679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/3397263557522185679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/stolen-from-amazingphil.html' title='stolen from amazingphil!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4659272279558097605</id><published>2008-12-05T12:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:57:32.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how i felt all week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STmVXv_zW3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2yEA7_dLi-g/s1600-h/Photo+1004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STmVXv_zW3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2yEA7_dLi-g/s320/Photo+1004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276412673694849906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so since i don't have class on fridays, i came home yesterday from my english final, managed to stay awake until around 8.15pm at which time i retired to my bedroom and emerged at 12.30pm today. that's gotta be a record. 16 hours? i'm a trooper.&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/7441795197159800610-4659272279558097605?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4659272279558097605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=4659272279558097605&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4659272279558097605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4659272279558097605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-how-i-felt-all-week.html' title='this is how i felt all week'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STmVXv_zW3I/AAAAAAAAAXc/2yEA7_dLi-g/s72-c/Photo+1004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-8665050638955071592</id><published>2008-11-30T18:05:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:55:50.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>double post yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNG7M5wiFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/PtN4CYgHQfk/s1600-h/Photo+1141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNG7M5wiFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/PtN4CYgHQfk/s320/Photo+1141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274637571470690386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNGpuHZOJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LijmMjPmV9Y/s1600-h/Photo+1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNGpuHZOJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/LijmMjPmV9Y/s320/Photo+1144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274637271148607634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm all about double posting sometimes. right now i'm watching this TLC show about a man who eats 33,000 calories a day! i don't think i even eat that in a fortnight.. man.. the modern day freakshow &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also - how can i produce a large amount of lint/dust in a short amount of time?&lt;br /&gt;*edit - lint specifically.. almost like making felt? i'm making a lifelike dust bunny with it. i'm already washing my towels over and over, haha.. i might just get some wool and do traditional felting.&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/7441795197159800610-8665050638955071592?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/8665050638955071592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=8665050638955071592&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8665050638955071592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/8665050638955071592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/11/double-post-yo.html' title='double post yo'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNG7M5wiFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/PtN4CYgHQfk/s72-c/Photo+1141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-4394098132079844380</id><published>2008-11-30T17:46:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:55:59.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM RICH ON NEOPETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNCBYQW9rI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Npb3C_43VYM/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNCBYQW9rI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Npb3C_43VYM/s320/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274632180039349938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/refer.phtml?username=funky_babe_2001"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.neopets.com/creatives/neopets_88x31.gif" border="0" height="31" width="88" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the advent calendar starts tomorrow on neopets. i have had my account for about 8 years now.. and i'm quite ocd about collecting neopoints. i seriously still collect my bank interest everyday. if you've never played neopets, you really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flash games are actually pretty sweet. the community is all either 9 year olds or middle aged women though. i don't really like the whole 'pet' side of the site at all really.. i'm all about collecting massive amounts of neopoints. yep. register!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i'm making paper.&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/7441795197159800610-4394098132079844380?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/4394098132079844380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=4394098132079844380&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4394098132079844380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/4394098132079844380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-rich-on-neopets.html' title='I AM RICH ON NEOPETS'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/STNCBYQW9rI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Npb3C_43VYM/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7441795197159800610.post-5003665137935650751</id><published>2008-11-25T11:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:00:35.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i won't even talk about it much. but youtube live was amazing. one of the best youtube events i've ever been to and one of the highlights of my year for sure. i miss everyone already and i can't wait for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love tom selleck.&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/7441795197159800610-5003665137935650751?l=memememolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/feeds/5003665137935650751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7441795197159800610&amp;postID=5003665137935650751&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5003665137935650751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7441795197159800610/posts/default/5003665137935650751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memememolly.blogspot.com/2008/11/ts.html' title='ts'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08738657776040539971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7umF1vZJYNk/R2DHvBV1AOI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/j9JwtjFIBjg/S220/DSC01192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
