<?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-7812107012739990531</id><updated>2012-02-25T16:59:09.068-05:00</updated><category term='just text'/><category term='off topic'/><category term='i&apos;m an awful writer'/><category term='bookstore project'/><category term='just photos'/><category term='just sayin'/><title type='text'>a blog by Mischelle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-2986857299780463024</id><published>2012-02-25T16:19:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-25T16:59:09.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what's today? Saturday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;i style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(91, 91, 114); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;♫ I Know Places &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "&gt;by Lykke Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "  &gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVJoUpfCUDA/T0lVaYm0HKI/AAAAAAAABHM/CNc0s3PWi9g/s1600/120223-162738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aVJoUpfCUDA/T0lVaYm0HKI/AAAAAAAABHM/CNc0s3PWi9g/s400/120223-162738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713191514066394274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I've forgotten. All I know is that the last time my brain functioned was last week. I keep telling myself to start my homework now because procrastination has always led me to oversleeping and missing first period when school resumes. It's not working. I'll probably do it Monday anyway. School just isn't serious anymore, it's a chore. I just want to go to college already and make new friends and have my own dorm room where I can wake up to skyscrapers every morning. The tallest buildings here in Brooklyn are probably condos and luckily I don't live near any to block my view of the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;I wasn't particularly motivated by anything to write this post. I just needed to tell the internet and all its friends that I want the next four months to go by quickly. The only thing I want to see right now are tickets to my graduation. I hate summer but we also need some real nice weather right now. It was 59 degrees for a few days and then 28 the next. This was my whole winter: bipolar temperatures. I left the house for the first time in a few days today to check out our new car (we got a new car btw) and I don't even know how to describe the weather. Keywords are dewy, wet, sunny, breezy, heavily windy, breathable air. I was going to go out yesterday but mother nature was obviously having a bad day with all her gloom and dark skies and harsh rain... so I stayed in bed till 2pm and the only productive things I did were ask my cousin to make cookies and throw out our dead flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Whatever awaits me, I am ready. I'll get my homework done.. one day...get my permit, get my right lobe &lt;/span&gt;re-pierced&lt;span&gt;, finish my unfinished garments I did halfway, and anything else I was supposed to do in a land before time. I am so bored. I wish I had money. And the ability to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o07Of8trzo4/T0lVaMpGH6I/AAAAAAAABHA/ZUqu0c6_JmA/s1600/120223-162401.jpg" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o07Of8trzo4/T0lVaMpGH6I/AAAAAAAABHA/ZUqu0c6_JmA/s400/120223-162401.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713191510854737826" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="600" height="25" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tg8XfE3IsjM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;(luvvv the last 2 minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 18px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-2986857299780463024?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2986857299780463024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2986857299780463024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-today-saturday.html' title='what&apos;s today? 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I neglect writing here a lot but not everyone likes facebook so I have to post here. For my birthday, I got new lens! They are 85mm f/1.8 lens for my Canon dslr. You have to stand like 50ft+ away to get a full body shot but the bokeh is so beautifullll. I brought it with me to Fashion Week here in New York for the only show I can get into and want to see: Zac Posen for FW2012. Dita von Teese was standing right behind me when she entered! She's so amazing and flawless. The collection was inspired by Japanese culture with pagoda clutches and empress-esque jackets and oriental patterns. I wonder how he was inspired by this Asian fusion. Another celebrity siting in the past week was of Betsey Johnson. My friend and I were grabbing a snack at a local cafe after the Met and there she was by coincidence! With her niece or granddaughter or whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGKXK5G6KLY/T0MZtMCZceI/AAAAAAAABGQ/kGT3zb1u6og/s1600/IMG_3151%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGKXK5G6KLY/T0MZtMCZceI/AAAAAAAABGQ/kGT3zb1u6og/s400/IMG_3151%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711437016552010210" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;It's midwinter break and it's been pretty productive for me. Well so far. Go to Ikea, check. Clean room, check. Meet friends I haven't seen in forever, check. Play some ball, check (a plus for playing with strangers!). Order something online, check (haven't done so in over a month..). All I need now is to go bowling, ice skating before the rink closes, get a tat, get my permit, and finish my homework that was due last week. :) I hope yours is going good too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Here's a photo I used to prank my friend telling her I cut my hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBqojkg_5wY/T0Zy53S66RI/AAAAAAAABG0/MFeFO2mefNI/s1600/IMG_3206.png"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eBqojkg_5wY/T0Zy53S66RI/AAAAAAAABG0/MFeFO2mefNI/s400/IMG_3206.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712379515787471122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;Here's a photo of my cat ambushing me and my slow reaction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmJuqZNe91Q/T0Zy5AkrBNI/AAAAAAAABGo/tkh4CXut5Pg/s1600/IMG_3305%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XmJuqZNe91Q/T0Zy5AkrBNI/AAAAAAAABGo/tkh4CXut5Pg/s400/IMG_3305%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712379501097977042" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;And here's a photo of me and my terrified cat after trying to get pictures with her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9J9aRRatupw/T0Zy4fm5-XI/AAAAAAAABGc/CMD81lXHN-8/s1600/IMG_3262%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9J9aRRatupw/T0Zy4fm5-XI/AAAAAAAABGc/CMD81lXHN-8/s400/IMG_3262%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712379492248975730" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;BTDUBS: I'm selling &lt;a href="http://frommischelletoyou.blogspot.com/2012/02/senso-diffusion-haydin-in-dust-green.html"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; 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"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-2084676750082046495?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2084676750082046495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2084676750082046495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-catch-up.html' title='we can grow brighter than the sun'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nj7w8HT-1nY/T0MZsRsY4eI/AAAAAAAABGE/_NBTAp7PNfU/s72-c/IMG_3195%2Bcopy.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-667165804622167332</id><published>2012-02-05T12:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T22:28:37.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>is my birthday. It's also Superbowl Sunday. It's also when Jason Wu for Target launches. Unfortunately, I don't like football. Unfortunately, I didn't wake up 5am this morning to go to Target so everything is sold out now. It's only the middle of the day. And it's also unfortunate that my friend of 14 years has forgotten it's my birthday. Other than that, I've received some of the best gifts so far and still waiting for more! This will be a big year for me. 18 whaddupppp&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update: GIANTS WINNN!!! NEW YORKKKK ALL DAAAAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-667165804622167332?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/667165804622167332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/667165804622167332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2012/02/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7716999743853204779</id><published>2012-01-30T19:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:07:26.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>kerhonkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W68KYumub8I/Tyc4esemDBI/AAAAAAAABFo/GlYVmz4IcOY/s1600/IMG_2578%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W68KYumub8I/Tyc4esemDBI/AAAAAAAABFo/GlYVmz4IcOY/s400/IMG_2578%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703589553074736146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's almost 8pm and I'm still wearing yesterday's clothes. I pulled an all-nighter Saturday night first reason being it was the last day of the trip so why not and second being that sleeping in the crack between two beds with both mattresses moving was so uncomfortable. I slept every other 10 minutes on a chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyebHhpyd78/Tyc4VjUkKKI/AAAAAAAABFc/rSMY2qjXBIY/s1600/IMG_2633%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EyebHhpyd78/Tyc4VjUkKKI/AAAAAAAABFc/rSMY2qjXBIY/s400/IMG_2633%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703589395997927586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As our senior trip, we went to Hudson Valley Resort in upstate New York. It was a really nice retreat from the city life for a weekend. I mean what's more fun that staying at a hotel unchaperoned with all your friends? Even the security was too chill about the curfew. I didn't take a lot of pictures because I just wanted to hang out and take in the trip as a senior trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssWKuCTyk3E/Tyc4UXu80YI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NrGYTMvrsxI/s1600/IMG_2665.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssWKuCTyk3E/Tyc4UXu80YI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NrGYTMvrsxI/s1600/IMG_2665.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ssWKuCTyk3E/Tyc4UXu80YI/AAAAAAAABFQ/NrGYTMvrsxI/s400/IMG_2665.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703589375707500930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgjQalInIeI/Tyc4TRzZdwI/AAAAAAAABFE/n01WU9zGXSE/s1600/IMG_2679%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgjQalInIeI/Tyc4TRzZdwI/AAAAAAAABFE/n01WU9zGXSE/s1600/IMG_2679%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JgjQalInIeI/Tyc4TRzZdwI/AAAAAAAABFE/n01WU9zGXSE/s400/IMG_2679%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703589356935673602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D6KzOIR-bM/Tyc4SuEhndI/AAAAAAAABE4/iWuSDTJB9fA/s1600/IMG_2691%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D6KzOIR-bM/Tyc4SuEhndI/AAAAAAAABE4/iWuSDTJB9fA/s1600/IMG_2691%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--D6KzOIR-bM/Tyc4SuEhndI/AAAAAAAABE4/iWuSDTJB9fA/s400/IMG_2691%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703589347343834578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rgb5J9C4jM/Tyc4RynGy9I/AAAAAAAABEs/qqUMiMDcoLg/s1600/IMG_2699%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rgb5J9C4jM/Tyc4RynGy9I/AAAAAAAABEs/qqUMiMDcoLg/s1600/IMG_2699%2Bcopy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4rgb5J9C4jM/Tyc4RynGy9I/AAAAAAAABEs/qqUMiMDcoLg/s400/IMG_2699%2Bcopy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703589331382750162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since the last post, I've gotten accepted! To one college: SVA. It was the one and only school I really wanted to go to so I decided not to apply to Parsons or MICA or USD afterwards because I'd rather go to SVA than the rest. This also means that if I get accepted to NYU or USC, I'll have to go through the most difficult decision of my life. I applied to those schools only because my mom and counselor suggested to as a what-the-heck-why-not thing. Fuck. I also got my own Senior Art Show at my school! Hollaaa it's in the summer so I have a lot of time to print everything/shoot more. Another achievement is being published in Teen Ink again! I haven't seen it in print yet. I'll keep submitting until I land on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The spring semester begins tomorrow.. it will be effortless. Damn, if I don't get anything for the Art and Writing Awards by the 1st.. I'll be sad. I submitted a whole photo portfolio. Whatevs, my birthday is in less than a week and that's all that matters right now. 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&lt;/span&gt;read other blogs&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2: Name a favorite of each: food, drink, color.&lt;/span&gt; Italian salad, coffee, gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:  If you married rich and your spouse gave you $100,000 a week, what  would you spend it on?&lt;/span&gt; I'd save up and buy a sweet apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4: Name a favorite of each: book, movie, tv show. &lt;/span&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why, Perfume, Twin Peaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:  If you were given the opportunity to spend 48 hours with absolutely  anyone (living or dead), who would you spend it with and what would you  do?&lt;/span&gt;recently, I've been wanting to hang out with Andy Samberg just so we can sing Lonely Island together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6: Name a LEAST favorite of each: food, drink, color. &lt;/span&gt;tuna, energy drinks, yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7: What do you spend most of your money on?&lt;/span&gt; food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8: What kind of underwear do you prefer wearing? &lt;/span&gt;hiphuggas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9: Name a LEAST favorite of each: book, movie, tv show.&lt;/span&gt; Dubliners by James Joyce, The Mist or Fog or whatever it was so stupid, that Kardashian show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10: If you were sat on a plane beside your favorite celebrity, what would you do? &lt;/span&gt;share what we have in common and then swap numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11: What is the strangest thing you have in your room? (You are not allowed to explain why you own it.) &lt;/span&gt;a box of 10 packaging boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12: What is a weird habit you have, or people have told you have. (Weird, not bad. No nail biting or any of that nonsense.)&lt;/span&gt; I bite the dead skin off my lips and around my fingers a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13: What would you consider to be the biggest insult to yourself?&lt;/span&gt; I can't take pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14: What are five things you absolutely have to have in your dream house?&lt;/span&gt; door screens from Morocco, a walking closet, a beautiful staircase, coffer ceilings or some kind of ceiling design, a living room 2 stories tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15: If you could be reincarnated as any animal, which would you chose and why?&lt;/span&gt; a cat and be like this house is mine bitch give me food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16: Which band (current or past) would you want to go on tour* with? (*Travel with, not perform with.)&lt;/span&gt; Ze Strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17: Name a favorite of each: band, album, song.&lt;/span&gt; Washed Out, Phrazes for the Young, Change of Heart by El Perro del Mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18: Why is your favorite band your favorite? &lt;/span&gt;they create beautiful music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19:  How many concerts have you attended? Which was your favorite? Least  favorite? If none, who do you want to see live the most?&lt;/span&gt; very few, don't have a favorite or least favorite yet. I want to see The Strokes, Yeahyeahyeahs, Twin Sister, Sia, and Adele live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20: What is one of your favorite song lyrics? (Who is it by?)&lt;/span&gt; off the top of my head: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you forget it all, I will bring it with me; If you can't find the sea, I will take you there &lt;/span&gt;by Twin Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21: Who do you ship? &lt;/span&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22: What band merch do you own? If any, whose is it and when did you get it? If none, whose do you wish you owned?&lt;/span&gt; Oh my god. I have Cobra Starship, Norma Jean, MGMT, The Kills.. and idk. I wish I had a Strokes shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23: How did you learn of the band that is currently your favorite?&lt;/span&gt; a playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24: What celebrity do you idolize the most?&lt;/span&gt; Emma Watson, Natalie Portman, Julian Casablancas, Audrey Hepburn idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25: Which member from which band would you most want to lather in nutella?&lt;/span&gt; damn I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi  guys! I've finished 5 applications! The pain is almost over... I should  do my overdue homework soon. I only care about my cat when I'm home now. I  clean her shit and then give her food and love. Update! I got my new  glasses finallyyyy. They're so swag but the prescription is still crap, I  should get it fixed soon. Here are some webcam photos to make up for my  photo hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwFcAzrkYpQ/Tw4fA-lsgBI/AAAAAAAABEU/7K1i9Ax9SOo/s1600/183252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwFcAzrkYpQ/Tw4fA-lsgBI/AAAAAAAABEU/7K1i9Ax9SOo/s400/183252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696524680331821074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKhPvrVFy9I/Tw4e8_muLgI/AAAAAAAABD8/uswoEcPj2XM/s1600/183214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VKhPvrVFy9I/Tw4e8_muLgI/AAAAAAAABD8/uswoEcPj2XM/s400/183214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696524611885084162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81JwkU4Htf8/Tw4e7zxrToI/AAAAAAAABDw/3l9sMCoPtVI/s1600/183208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81JwkU4Htf8/Tw4e7zxrToI/AAAAAAAABDw/3l9sMCoPtVI/s400/183208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696524591529938562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poWdZn0AODc/Tw4e7UVvIBI/AAAAAAAABDk/8_4wv5k4MO0/s1600/183139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-poWdZn0AODc/Tw4e7UVvIBI/AAAAAAAABDk/8_4wv5k4MO0/s400/183139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696524583091249170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCVzcWolrb4/Tw4e9Jd5beI/AAAAAAAABEI/2rNQzJfMciY/s1600/183244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XCVzcWolrb4/Tw4e9Jd5beI/AAAAAAAABEI/2rNQzJfMciY/s400/183244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696524614532427234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is a little book I made over the summer called Miss Obvious and Her Adventures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KoVxXw1xpMo/Tw4e7O4UJEI/AAAAAAAABDY/rUQY6PfXoQQ/s1600/182953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KoVxXw1xpMo/Tw4e7O4UJEI/AAAAAAAABDY/rUQY6PfXoQQ/s400/182953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696524581625668674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); 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background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114);   line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114);   line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7812107012739990531-6824597828420174036?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6824597828420174036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6824597828420174036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/stole-this-from-someone-yesterday.html' title='stole this from someone yesterday'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KwFcAzrkYpQ/Tw4fA-lsgBI/AAAAAAAABEU/7K1i9Ax9SOo/s72-c/183252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-2954337440023152298</id><published>2011-12-31T20:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:59:16.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f724PaYpKUw/Tv-2lowvcEI/AAAAAAAABDM/DTmZgsRQSuk/s1600/string%2Bshadow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f724PaYpKUw/Tv-2lowvcEI/AAAAAAAABDM/DTmZgsRQSuk/s400/string%2Bshadow.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692469211732865090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to some Michelle Branch right now. She used to be one of my favorite singers in the 2000s. I remember winning Platinum on Karaoke Revolution on "All You Wanted". I won't ever forget that because it was my friend's birthday party and I remember going to the bathroom and discovering that they had a landline phone in there. Lol.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this mini project I gave myself last night is finally done! I was just sparked with inspiration after visiting &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/remaria/"&gt;Maria's&lt;/a&gt; stream again and realized I had so much free time (even though it was 11 at night). I went through extras of enlarged color negative prints from my color film class and pulled this one out. I didn't know what to do with it, I just let my hands and mind work. I watched The Adventures of TinTin during the process, multitasking between my fingers and ears. What sucks is that I already submitted three portfolios already, 2 that are really important, and then I create this. Nice. I'm just glad I finished the NYU application, the Tisch portfolio, all my AP homework, visited the Met for a report due next week, completed my Senior Art Show application, and still manage time to treat myself shopping, share some love with Lux, watch new movies, and finally update my iPod. Today, I helped my cousins move out and then cleaned the whole damn kitchen, every single bowl and plate. My back acted up a bitch but I felt like I needed to do the cleaning in time for the new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the new year, I'm gonna be spending my last hours of the year at home as usual with the fam watching Dick Clark in Times Square on tv. Next year.. it will, it has to, be the year I finally see that frickin ball drop with my own eyes. I have to go at one point in my life, disappointing actually that I live here and have never gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 has been the most hard-working year for me so far. If I were to name one year where everything changed, it was this year. There were tough times and good times, all making me who I am today. I am a much more experienced person now than before and I have made better and new friendships this year as well. Too many things have happened, some all in one day, and I'm so glad that I was able to be a part of them. 2011 was good to me, a little bitch sometimes, but thank you for being a challenging one too.  There's already so much I'm looking forward to, like turning 18 soon and having a lot more time to take photos after all these college apps! Can't fucking wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone who still reads these entries, the people on my stats, fans, followers, contacts, thanks so much for the support, comments, and messages I've received all year. You've all been great! See you all in the new year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-2954337440023152298?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2954337440023152298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2954337440023152298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f724PaYpKUw/Tv-2lowvcEI/AAAAAAAABDM/DTmZgsRQSuk/s72-c/string%2Bshadow.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6078070114381184545</id><published>2011-12-28T20:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T20:55:48.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>video games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sOEXPxrPnQ/TvvILNluo5I/AAAAAAAABDA/doyYwpu1f0Y/s1600/twin%2Bpeaks.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sOEXPxrPnQ/TvvILNluo5I/AAAAAAAABDA/doyYwpu1f0Y/s400/twin%2Bpeaks.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691362649064776594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;♫ by Silver Swans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't stop listening to this cover. It's so dreamy and creepy and reminds me so much of Twin Peaks and those scenes where Julee Cruise sings at the hangout. You should check it out. Both the song and the series.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope whoever is reading this had a nice holiday. Mine was fairly swell. Instead of making my traditional fondant cupcakes for Christmas, I tried totally new recipes for cake pops and sugar cookies. For the cake pops, I used a recipe by Bakerella and made mine out of yellow cake, vanilla frosting, bittersweet chocolate, and peppermint. I tried the stained-glass thing with the cookies and they came out cute! Unfortunately, taking photos of them had slipped my mind because I was so exhausted (it was a Thursday night). I also made rainbow jello for the Christmas party we host at our house. The kids loved it! I don't like to eat what I make so I'm glad people enjoyed my goodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lights are still up for New Years and that means holiday shopping hasn't ended either. I'm supposed to be getting new frames this week. I hope! I can't wait to see them again, they're Praaada. That's the gift from my mom. Along with a new fur-hooded coat which makes me look like a bear and I have no issue with that. My dad got me a Starbucks gift card, which I have been using religiously, and a new Kitchen-Aid Hand Mixer, which will save me a lot of unnecessary dominant arm workout. What did I get myself? I don't even know if anything I got should count as Christmas gifts, I just feel like I deserve them after all this application work and good grades in school. I ordered myself a pair of Levi's (which I am so infatuated with) and Dolce Vita Jemmas (fiiinnally [insert Emma Stone's Easy A face]). Okay the jeans were from Zappos and I feel I need to tell yall that Zappos is so FAST on delivery. My package came about 13 hours after I placed it. What?! Bananas. Well yeah, it was one-day delivery but STILL.. Zappos offered it and it was free. Jussayin. My shoes haven't come yet but I'm super excited because I've been holding them off for a few months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a reality note.. I do really need to continue my NYU application. It is so freaking long and excessive but then again it's NYU. I'm not going to get in but whatever, I have nothing to lose except vacation time that I could be spending with my cute little kitty. See yall in the new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "&gt;♫ Municipality &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; line-height: 18px; font-size: small; "&gt;by Real Estate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; 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color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6078070114381184545?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6078070114381184545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6078070114381184545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/video-games.html' title='video games'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9sOEXPxrPnQ/TvvILNluo5I/AAAAAAAABDA/doyYwpu1f0Y/s72-c/twin%2Bpeaks.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-79485127798337090</id><published>2011-12-17T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:32:07.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>disc-overy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-Z9cWX-5CE/Tuz2tbke6NI/AAAAAAAABCo/0gFcnwL9hjQ/s1600/1470.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-Z9cWX-5CE/Tuz2tbke6NI/AAAAAAAABCo/0gFcnwL9hjQ/s400/1470.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687191689817417938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvRg7oqMmVM/Tuz2uFJ3baI/AAAAAAAABC0/vRe43nB_rcA/s1600/1471.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vvRg7oqMmVM/Tuz2uFJ3baI/AAAAAAAABC0/vRe43nB_rcA/s400/1471.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687191700980067746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Tinie Tempah's album. Lux is sleeping next to me on the chair. I'm her human heater. I forgot what day it was every day this week. My back and neck has been killing me the past week or so. I'm going to have such bad posture as a result of carrying too much shit to school, never sleeping, and napping on the window on the subway. I wish I could take yoga again. The school should really offer it, there isn't any equipment except a mat and you sweat more than in regular phys ed. You get shit done and nothing will hurt as opposed to volleyball where I have to use my dominant arm all the time (also a reason why my upper body aches so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have already gotten accepted into ivy leagues this week. I'm very proud of my peers. I wish I had done early action so I don't have to deal with the rest of the schools due in the next few months... but I didn't... because I'm lazy. That's not true. The reason why it took me more than a week to write my college essay was because school kept getting in the way. Honestly, they should really cut a lot of slack for seniors. It's such a waste of time.. traveling to school and back is a total of about 3 hours. I'll stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been watching American Horror Story? The besssst. I watch all my shows a few days after they air now. I don't even remember the last time I watched tv on a tv. I'm just so tired.. can't be bothered. I want to be in college already. I hate school. Baby Lux here is keeping me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="  line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114);   line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114);   line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="  line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114);   line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; font-family:'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-79485127798337090?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/79485127798337090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/79485127798337090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/disc-overy.html' title='disc-overy'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-Z9cWX-5CE/Tuz2tbke6NI/AAAAAAAABCo/0gFcnwL9hjQ/s72-c/1470.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3999606601436896799</id><published>2011-12-10T22:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:56:53.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/sl5vyh.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/sl5vyh.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Been busy.. ever since I adopted A CAT. She's so precious. The baby's name is Lux and she's only 6 months! I've been early to school ever since I got her. She wakes me up at exactly 5:30 every morning. Crazy annoying when it's not a school day but I still love her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFiMTktSYSE/TuQpaAxT6KI/AAAAAAAABBA/eoZTWHl2X28/s1600/04.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFiMTktSYSE/TuQpaAxT6KI/AAAAAAAABBA/eoZTWHl2X28/s400/04.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684714156508571810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iF7PPMaHhCc/TuQpZep3dpI/AAAAAAAABA0/a7RHDAEBTgo/s1600/03.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iF7PPMaHhCc/TuQpZep3dpI/AAAAAAAABA0/a7RHDAEBTgo/s400/03.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684714147350541970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-da4DUCRV0qA/TuQpYsPnTmI/AAAAAAAABAo/HLn1fVe1lIk/s1600/05.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-da4DUCRV0qA/TuQpYsPnTmI/AAAAAAAABAo/HLn1fVe1lIk/s400/05.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684714133818658402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another highlight of the week is my package from Solestruck. They gave me one of Messeca's velvet holiday shoes and I looove them. Can't wait to wear them for Christmas! I can't wear them now because volleyball has taken over my life. Just kidding. Like 1/16 of my life. But I'm very much near spraining all my joints right now. My ankle especially makes it difficult to walk and carrying large loads make my wrist hurt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lux is kneading. She's so cute.. ready for bedtime. She'll wake in like 5 hours and sit on my face. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PU91zMOGaKg/TuQpXyEaKaI/AAAAAAAABAc/yomwHpgqN_Q/s1600/08.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PU91zMOGaKg/TuQpXyEaKaI/AAAAAAAABAc/yomwHpgqN_Q/s400/08.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684714118202403234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_NGAzUVCXc/TuQqKIcFCGI/AAAAAAAABBg/QOJb2hgLZL0/s1600/09.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_NGAzUVCXc/TuQqKIcFCGI/AAAAAAAABBg/QOJb2hgLZL0/s400/09.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684714983200720994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); 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font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7812107012739990531-3999606601436896799?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3999606601436896799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3999606601436896799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/luxxx.html' title='Luxxx'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/sl5vyh_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3731141150499478897</id><published>2011-11-24T17:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:06:21.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>happy thanks!</title><content type='html'>I've been so behind on the internet lately ever since reality hit me in the face. Some of my college apps are due in less than a week and it's killing meee. I also hadn't taken any pictures in over a month because of school which was a muy big problemo. I took the opportunity the recent Tuesday to get back on track with my portfolio. I will try to shoot every week now. I also realized I've pretty much given up on the 52weeks project. Whatevs, I really didn't have the time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just be mooching and cooking and baking tonight and then hopefully get a little shopping done tomorrow. I haven't gone shopping in over a month either! How I survived, I do not know. Time is going by so fast I'm actually really scared.. scared until my three early apps are done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to make this post to revive my dead spirit on the internet. I have to go make mashed potatoes now. (First time!) Happy holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3731141150499478897?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3731141150499478897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3731141150499478897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanks.html' title='happy thanks!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-2097857249324554650</id><published>2011-11-09T20:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:16:09.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm beginning my holiday wishlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it too early? No. As a matter of fact, I'm going to hunt for these items tomorrow and see if I really like them. I've been dying over velvet and the only wearable velvet piece I have is this dark navy t-shirt my mom made at my age that fits almost like a crop top for me and that isn't my thang. And I've been drooooling over Jemmas. I entered two contests for them.. and lost. They will be mine one day, even when they're out of fashion which doesn't seem very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTyr21_eG4A/TrsoSq94iAI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4FXVX594M3k/s1600/wishlist.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTyr21_eG4A/TrsoSq94iAI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4FXVX594M3k/s400/wishlist.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673172456839874562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;velvet flippy tunic / topshop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;velvet burnout bodycon slip / free people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jemma / dolce vita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have one application I have to complete before December and it's bustin' my nuts even though I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm ready to get it over with but I don't think I'm prepared. I have so little time these days I've even been postponing my homework on my own terms. I just don't care about my classes anymore. All my teachers have senioritis. Things also keep getting in the way of my time with the studio and getting new photo shoots done. I complain about that in every post but I'm really sad about it. I'm excited for the year though, I might be going to California next month.... mad excitessss yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: Saw both the dresses today. I no longer like the Free People one.. lol and Topshop did not have the dress in my size :( However, Free People launched these new limited edition dresses and oh my awwwwe I want this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTyr21_eG4A/TrsoSq94iAI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4FXVX594M3k/s1600/wishlist.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLz64L1BAKs/Trx-gZEU-iI/AAAAAAAABAE/NAfZbu8dFiM/s400/free%2Bpeople%2Bgianna%2Bdress.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673548725529934370" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 600 bucks and I don't even like yellow! I own nothing yellow but this is golden ocher and it's sooo beautiful how the designer uses leather with layers and tulle. I am also not a fan of tulle so this is a huge deal. I would really love for this to be my prom dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 114); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(147, 203, 206); font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(238, 238, 238); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/7812107012739990531-2097857249324554650?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2097857249324554650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2097857249324554650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-beginning-my-wishlist.html' title='i&apos;m beginning my holiday wishlist'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WTyr21_eG4A/TrsoSq94iAI/AAAAAAAAA_4/4FXVX594M3k/s72-c/wishlist.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-4474174541255465255</id><published>2011-10-30T17:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:39:59.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fake blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by &lt;/span&gt;Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what's really nice right now? Hot coffee on a Sunday afternoon. I'm procrastinating as usual but it's just AP homework.. no big deal right? Anyway, I'm glad I was able to get some portfolio-worthy photos these past few days. Actually just from Friday but some fortunate and unfortunate events had come up since. I busted a vein Thursday morning playing volleyball.. going to the doctor Friday morning only made me more embarrassed that I can't play it right. But I've been playing volleyball forevaaa, not competitively, so I get it but nobody over and underhand serves a ball that ultimately feels like a basketball for 30 minutes straight. It was just bound to hit my wrist instead of my palm after all that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a half day Friday and we wanted to ice skate! I found out that Citi Pond decided to delay because of Thursday's rain so we had to wait till it opened to the public at 6pm. It was 11:45am when I found out. What the fuck were we going to do for six hours? It was freezing like abnormal fall weather is and like the art majors we are, we went to the NYPL and discovered some awesome stuff at their 100 anniversary exhibition like E.E. Cumming's typewriter and the original copy of George Washington's Farewell Address, which we agreed is a bigger deal than just sitting there behind some plexiglass. Somehow six hours went by quickly and we still ended up being in the first 100 skaters range for free rentals even though most of us had our own. I still can't believe I waited seven hours to get on the ice but it was worth it. We were all tired by the end and Phil learned to skate for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TykAGbVMu8/Tq296wVU92I/AAAAAAAAA_U/m87v1XhxCvA/s1600/05.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TykAGbVMu8/Tq296wVU92I/AAAAAAAAA_U/m87v1XhxCvA/s400/05.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669396323033741154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bJGnPhoGO8/Tq297riauoI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JxoxVIPfVBg/s1600/08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3bJGnPhoGO8/Tq297riauoI/AAAAAAAAA_g/JxoxVIPfVBg/s400/08.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669396338926336642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday it snowed. It's still not Halloween and it snowed a few inches. I hope we don't get outrageous blizzards this winter though. There are too many good things to happen next season, they just can't be ruined. After the SATs this weekend, I can finally start borrowing the school studio for more photo shoots. I haven't had time to commit to it and I just want to get back behind the camera and under the lights again. Mucho exciteddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can whoever posts my photos on weheartit stop? And is it also possible for you to not use my photos as your profile pictures without letting me know? Thankssss. I'd like to delete my flickr in the future and just have one portfolio site but I can't now because they'll still be all over the internet and I don't even know if they're credited. Just sayin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SezfDRqqyvE/Tq3CYgYYJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/zxdCPJXK3sc/s1600/09finalr.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SezfDRqqyvE/Tq3CYgYYJ7I/AAAAAAAAA_s/zxdCPJXK3sc/s400/09finalr.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669401232194152370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these photos so muchhhh. I want to watch a movie but nooo I have to take notes on catacombs and funerary art of the late antiquity period. booooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&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/7812107012739990531-4474174541255465255?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4474174541255465255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4474174541255465255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/fake-blues.html' title='fake blues'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_TykAGbVMu8/Tq296wVU92I/AAAAAAAAA_U/m87v1XhxCvA/s72-c/05.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6288623622178407286</id><published>2011-10-24T18:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:52:28.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by &lt;/span&gt;Slow Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1f1To8F7TM/TqXsFHD685I/AAAAAAAAA-4/tsutTvIeLRc/s1600/leo3r1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1f1To8F7TM/TqXsFHD685I/AAAAAAAAA-4/tsutTvIeLRc/s400/leo3r1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667195278654632850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the midst of doing my homework, which I'm saying I'm doing because I'm actually supposed to but I'm really not, I decided to revive my lookbook and snapped some photos for a new look. I secretly check back on that site for inspiration and just.. new places to shop at lol. I've been listening to this Slow Club song a lot this month. I recently saw the video and love it so much, it makes me want to make a slow-mo dancing film. Speaking of loving something so much, I went to the SVA open house this past Saturday and I think our relationship just turned solid. I need to go to that school.. it is the perfect place for me and it has everything and I love everyone inside it. Except the color enlargers that are being discarded later in the year.. but I still get to use it every Saturday! Anyway.. I tried to start a habit of bringing my Minolta with me everywhere but I always end up never taking it out or taking it out at the wrong times like the girl's locker section at the Y... my mom thought it was weird of me. Okay.. well. I actually need to start homework now before my SAT class so.. I'm just gonna leave my look here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/2598101.js?include=all&amp;amp;size=medium&amp;amp;style=button&amp;amp;align=center"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="hype_container_2598101"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--END HYPE WIDGET--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&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/7812107012739990531-6288623622178407286?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6288623622178407286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6288623622178407286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-cousins.html' title='two cousins'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h1f1To8F7TM/TqXsFHD685I/AAAAAAAAA-4/tsutTvIeLRc/s72-c/leo3r1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-295514268623468791</id><published>2011-10-16T23:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:07:47.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just sayin'/><title type='text'>let's do the things we normally do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dido&lt;/span&gt; (errrweird?NO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I  thought I should update since I am virtually dead. I have to actually  remind myself to post at least one photo on tumblr and I only go on  facebook for my Sim now. Wow I am lame. I don't think I have a 52weeks  photo but I will soon one day this year becauuuse I lightened my hair!  Twice! It was nice and brown last week but now I tried a new lightening  method and it just got too light. I was going for the ombre look.. I  think I'll have to tone it again. Whateva at least I can wear as much  black as I want now and not look like a black walking stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm  supaaa busy but I'm also a terrible procrastinator. Wanna know what I  did last night? I probably shouldn't say because I'm ashamed of it but I  was up till 4am last night looking through hundreds of pages of shoes.  Shoes. Let's not get into that. I missed SNL because of my addiction.  Anyway, I need to get my portfolio together again this week. I haven't  shot much in like two months and I'm sad about that but I'm actually so  busy. Besides procrastinating like a motherfucker, my AP Art History  homework takes forevaaaaa.. so now I'm doing my AP Stat homework and it's  midnight. I have a bedtime for myself and that was supposed to happen  two hours ago. Getting my outfit ready for the next day is going to take  another hour. Ughhh this is my life. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYvHLFAgRjs/TpuotElnHBI/AAAAAAAAA-U/lyE9hEBIsO8/s1600/snapshot-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYvHLFAgRjs/TpuotElnHBI/AAAAAAAAA-U/lyE9hEBIsO8/s400/snapshot-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664306448627604498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i091o6AV38Y/TpuosmiySgI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A3sjyiuSIJw/s1600/snapshot-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i091o6AV38Y/TpuosmiySgI/AAAAAAAAA-I/A3sjyiuSIJw/s400/snapshot-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664306440562690562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d71PSylOkIY/TpuosQkrtRI/AAAAAAAAA94/E3F6SL9dtdc/s1600/snapshot-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d71PSylOkIY/TpuosQkrtRI/AAAAAAAAA94/E3F6SL9dtdc/s400/snapshot-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664306434665067794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx3tKrPEGgI/TpuosAvt3SI/AAAAAAAAA9w/xiBewJTCevk/s1600/snapshot-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zx3tKrPEGgI/TpuosAvt3SI/AAAAAAAAA9w/xiBewJTCevk/s400/snapshot-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664306430416379170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ Edge of the Ocean &lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I have this Coldplay radio on Pandora that I listen to while I do my homework.. it also has Keane, Sia, Feist, Bon Iver, John Mayer and all that sad stuff but it's what I listen to to focus. That should probably explain the strange artists I'm sharing in my posts. Otherwise it's some classical music like the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack. Don't judge me, I am quite fond of my taste. I can't listen to the music I like when I work or I'll get hyper and rather focus on my singing than what I'm reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; | &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-295514268623468791?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/295514268623468791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/295514268623468791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/lets-do-things-we-normally-do.html' title='let&apos;s do the things we normally do'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qYvHLFAgRjs/TpuotElnHBI/AAAAAAAAA-U/lyE9hEBIsO8/s72-c/snapshot-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8136474420647626098</id><published>2011-10-10T00:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T00:57:34.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eating cheetos and butterfingers all weekend. Watching African Queen with Humphrey Bogart and Katherine Hepburn. Realized Andrew Camus is a greater philosopher than I thought before. Sorry, Andy, said your book sucked too quick. Gonna resume eating cheetos. Lazy Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-8136474420647626098?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8136474420647626098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8136474420647626098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/eating-cheetos-and-butterfingers-all.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3588927351897580570</id><published>2011-10-06T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:46:51.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having an enlightening moment with myself and college right now. Since 9th period, I've been  on the roll with life and schools and the future. I need to make this post to remind myself next time I'm stressed. I'm under control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3588927351897580570?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3588927351897580570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3588927351897580570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-having-enlightening-moment-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5569788443046691922</id><published>2011-10-01T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:18:38.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>these stitches are tearing me apart</title><content type='html'>I recently got my bottom wisdom teeth pulled. My right side hurts more because the tooth wasn't even coming out yet but it was really bothersome so I had to get it out. However since it wasn't on the surface yet, the cut was going to be bigger and I was going to get more stitches. It hurt like a million bitches trying to get inside my gums. I actually cried from so much pain. And even though I had class today, swollen and bruised chipmunk cheeks wasn't going to stop me. They did fucking hurt and ache a hella lot but at least I got work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll have a 52weeks photo this week because I'm still trying to recover on top of all the APAH and Psych-Lit homework I have due Monday. But I will definitely be getting my Minolta roll developed by the middle of the week since I've been so hesitant to finish on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, despite the low 50s mid 60s rainy weather, my stupid block decided to have the block party when fall arrives. It was initially planned for a long five months ago for July before I left but then it was moved again without notice to the day of Hurricane Irene. And then I just found out about this new date literally two days ago. I hate them but you know what... rain don't stop me and especially not this family. We covered our front driveway and made a gigantic fort and proceeded with our deliciously-smelling barbecue even though I couldn't chew anything. So instead I sat in my parka reading Albert Camus' The Stranger. Honestly, I don't see the point of this book. I finished it wondering what the heck the book was even about. It's probably how my proctors feel when they read my SAT essays or something because I make all the shit up so it's not understandable. Plus my medications from the tooth extractions were making me read literally all over the place except word for word; I had experienced dyslexia for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get anything done because of how irritating these stitches are. I hope they don't worsen by Monday. I would actually like to go to school so I can "learn"the information I need for my upcoming tests.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-5569788443046691922?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5569788443046691922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5569788443046691922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-stitches-are-tearing-me-apart.html' title='these stitches are tearing me apart'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6659374331067456064</id><published>2011-09-24T22:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:51:53.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>into the fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by Thirteen Senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEsiuCVYJss/Tn6PatSMKuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PXk3aCNrX2k/s1600/15r1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEsiuCVYJss/Tn6PatSMKuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PXk3aCNrX2k/s400/15r1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656115871019182818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well this seemed like such a long week considering how much I got done. I took my first test of the school year in AP Stat and wow, it was nothing like the review so I won't be surprised if I end up dropping the class next semester. Autumn has arrived but I was wearing sweaters and boots on the last days of summer because it was colder then. These beginning fall days have just been incredibly humid and disgusting and hot. My writing is growing terrible. I have allergies. What is this post even about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in the middle of this week, my friends and I were talking about animals and pets and sharing stories about them. That night, while my friend was walking home, she found a white blue-eyed rabbit in the park. It had to be a house pet.. this is the city. Even though we live near a nature reserve, what are the chances of finding a pure white rabbit? As the pro-animal aspiring veterinarian she is, she brought it home and is now trying to help the little cloud puff heal a bad wound until she's healthy and ready for new owners. This girl lives in a house with two dogs and two cats, animals I'm used to being around. The rabbit, I was new to, but what a dreamy experience it is. It shits a lot and pissed in her closet but she hops and nibbles on food and most importantly, doesn't make any noiiisssse. Cuteness! My mom won't let me have any furry pets because we already have an animal in the house which is my little brother. He jumps, crawls, cries, yells, talks, and throws things like an animal. Not cute. Just kidding, my lil bro is very kute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhpChPbiHF4/Tn6PG7IeMGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/j3gUzCtoSiU/s1600/20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VhpChPbiHF4/Tn6PG7IeMGI/AAAAAAAAA6w/j3gUzCtoSiU/s400/20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656115531139133538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_esGZsNyBWU/Tn6PGbifH7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/xjTnk66AzGw/s1600/21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_esGZsNyBWU/Tn6PGbifH7I/AAAAAAAAA6o/xjTnk66AzGw/s400/21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656115522658312114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started my SAT prep classes this week too. Even though it's convenient to have it in school after classes, I still get home SO late! I better have advanced a lot by the end of the course. I also began my SVA class today. I love it so far! It's crazy that people would come out to New York City from Connecticut just for this class every Saturday... that's dedication. I'm proud and not proud to say that I'm the most experienced photography student in the class as far as my teacher knows but sometimes when she asks questions involving science... I won't have any answers for that. One of the important reasons why I'm taking the class is to learn y'know... Anywayyy, I have a crap load of AP Art History homework to do and some self-teaching lessons on the US Government since my teacher is too distracted by his own life than to directly tell us how this damn government works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTcL6kZUE7E/Tn6PIikPttI/AAAAAAAAA7I/p5wgXav-gPU/s1600/08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NTcL6kZUE7E/Tn6PIikPttI/AAAAAAAAA7I/p5wgXav-gPU/s400/08.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656115558904477394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: PRINT GIVEAWAY OPEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evanmischelle/6179249547/in/photostream"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcp404cPGaU/Tn6XIIEruSI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/5sqVdqIzKHs/s400/aaa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656124347885795618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ Blood Bank by Bon Iver&lt;/span&gt; (lots of Bon Iver this week too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6659374331067456064?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6659374331067456064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6659374331067456064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/into-fire.html' title='into the fire'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEsiuCVYJss/Tn6PatSMKuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PXk3aCNrX2k/s72-c/15r1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1724182633177586206</id><published>2011-09-17T16:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T17:07:09.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>now my feet won't touch the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School started last Thursday. I am totally okay with my schedule because I have friends in each of them. I'm surprised I have never actually changed my schedule the past four years I've been here. Anywayyy I don't have any photos to upload.. I have two APs this year and I begin my photo and SAT prep classes next week. All this college mayhem is getting to me.. I'm beginning to question a lot of things. It is so difficult being a New York City teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to finish the roll on my Minolta before I forget. It's getting cold here now, I don't feel like getting out at all. I don't even remember if I have film in my Canon or Harikin either. I should really check that.. Well I just wanted to make this post to remind you I'm not dead and that I'll be really slow on the internet this year. I have a huge to-do list from now to December. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ I Will Never See The Sun by Great Lake Swimmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-1724182633177586206?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1724182633177586206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1724182633177586206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-my-feet-wont-touch-ground.html' title='now my feet won&apos;t touch the ground'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-2576509695196212918</id><published>2011-09-11T01:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:33:48.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQzDzQ60Plw/TmxDh6J9CzI/AAAAAAAAA54/SaKYwsbQOIA/s1600/30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 631px; height: 1269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQzDzQ60Plw/TmxDh6J9CzI/AAAAAAAAA54/SaKYwsbQOIA/s1600/30.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning second grade, probably the second day of school too. I'm sure we were just starting a regular day preparing for elementary school. An announcement to evacuate all classes into the auditorium probably came on before our regular announcements that began with the Pledge of Allegiance and singing the Star-Spangled Banner. Next thing I know, every one is down and out of school. As to most little kids, all that mattered was being dismissed early for no reason. I only lived a block away. I had nothing to do because my afterschool cartoons weren't going to air till much later and I had already ate breakfast. I walked over to my grandma's which was a few houses away and everyone was watching TV or listening to the radio. I wasn't really grasping on anything so I went back outside. The clear cerulean blue sky was covered with a swarm of burnt pieces of paper. I picked up some that landed on the sidewalk wondering how the hell and where the hell these sheets with grids and numbers came from. I kept some in the back of a notebook, which I now don't know where. My house then was in a neighborhood almost at the bottom of Brooklyn. So to learn that the Twin Towers collapsing was what happened, these papers were flying a long way away from home. After that morning, I don't remember anything else. I'm still just hearing about other people's stories and finding out now that they lost someone. I can't even imagine what other people felt or witnessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard they're constructing six buildings around Ground Zero as the new World Trade Center now. I've never actually been down there myself but I will when they're done. 9/11 remember forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&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/7812107012739990531-2576509695196212918?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2576509695196212918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2576509695196212918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-years-later.html' title='10 years later'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQzDzQ60Plw/TmxDh6J9CzI/AAAAAAAAA54/SaKYwsbQOIA/s72-c/30.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8096565670354480123</id><published>2011-09-03T17:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:16:27.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how my heart behaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by Feist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8vcIsNaObw/TmKiEcJVNLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/hkqqzzJa7e4/s1600/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8vcIsNaObw/TmKiEcJVNLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/hkqqzzJa7e4/s400/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648255079834530994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An entry I wrote the summer of third grade on our typewriter.. on looseleaf. It's interesting that I did not remember what happened when I bought the Gameboy Advance XP and how specific I was about things until now. I wrote funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ I Believe by Simian Mobile Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&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/7812107012739990531-8096565670354480123?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8096565670354480123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8096565670354480123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-my-heart-behaves.html' title='how my heart behaves'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8vcIsNaObw/TmKiEcJVNLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/hkqqzzJa7e4/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1949111044587427927</id><published>2011-09-01T21:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:41:18.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>magic works</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXOToY1Glss/TmAvhbkllkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8n5qVF2lQDY/s1600/1448.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXOToY1Glss/TmAvhbkllkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8n5qVF2lQDY/s400/1448.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647566184106006082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_YbHOoxrko/TmAvYWi5JKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nlryzwuFkVY/s1600/1450.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_YbHOoxrko/TmAvYWi5JKI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nlryzwuFkVY/s400/1450.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647566028137899170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBY1qpD-QZg/TmAvgisgjaI/AAAAAAAAA5g/IPC3i4cEuEU/s1600/1449.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GBY1qpD-QZg/TmAvgisgjaI/AAAAAAAAA5g/IPC3i4cEuEU/s400/1449.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647566168838409634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AI49rf4tIrA/TmAvXw6jDMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/vYAXpQbh_8Q/s1600/1451.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AI49rf4tIrA/TmAvXw6jDMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/vYAXpQbh_8Q/s400/1451.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647566018036567234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUaKmRzmoHA/TmAvXUIBA_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/eFXNa6kCBk8/s1600/1452.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUaKmRzmoHA/TmAvXUIBA_I/AAAAAAAAA5I/eFXNa6kCBk8/s400/1452.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647566010308428786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs9x0x7UGM4/TmAvW6DB3zI/AAAAAAAAA5A/wxw9olTjNSg/s1600/1453.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rs9x0x7UGM4/TmAvW6DB3zI/AAAAAAAAA5A/wxw9olTjNSg/s400/1453.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647566003308191538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHG0krrhiTM/TmAvWZbDt3I/AAAAAAAAA44/VrBMmT7mQeM/s1600/1454.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHG0krrhiTM/TmAvWZbDt3I/AAAAAAAAA44/VrBMmT7mQeM/s400/1454.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647565994550605682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching The Prestige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&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/7812107012739990531-1949111044587427927?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1949111044587427927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1949111044587427927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/magic-works.html' title='magic works'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gXOToY1Glss/TmAvhbkllkI/AAAAAAAAA5o/8n5qVF2lQDY/s72-c/1448.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6509859665112658400</id><published>2011-08-28T01:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:23:05.711-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>hurricane irene</title><content type='html'>Shit is getting real. I woke up to helicopters flying over my house today. All day I did nothing but prepare and watch Winter's Bone and help my mom put a gown together. It still just seems like an intense tropical storm though. We'll see the damage tomorrow morning. I was supposed to have a block party today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: I went to bed at 3am. Woke up at 11am and it was bright and sunny so I was like "oh wow it was just a hurricane for only a few hours". Then went back to sleep and got up at 3pm to find everyone else in the house still sleeping. And now it's a tropical storm again, I heard Irene downgraded by the time she got to New York City. I like that it sounds like winter outside though, hearing the wind pound against my window and going through the trees. 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Ya liiike?? There's even a "letters" page for feedback or comments or questions or answers or candy since I disable comments on my posts. Anyway, I hear Hurricane Irene is coming about this weekend and to be honest, my house isn't that prepared right now because we don't really believe how serious it is until it happens. My family is being way too chill about it. I live near the beach but I'm in Zone B so I guess that means I don't have to get evacuated. Our mayor is doing an awful job as well.. When the weather is actually seriously too risky to be in, he makes students go to school anyway. But now it's summer vacay and while an alleged "historical" hurricane is coming, he's stopping all the subways and buses and calling for a state of emergency so we can panic and panic and prepare and panic. A little girl cried today because she didn't know what would happen to her cat. I don't know how much this thing will damage the city but I'm just sayin.. it's the first shutdown for us and I'm just not taking it seriously I guess because this shit doesn't go down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the amazingly sunny, perfect last day before the ugly weekend, a few of us got together at Liz's pool and tanned. It was a nice relaxing resort right before we should take cover. We're lying on the deck with tanning oil as the sun goes down while her neighbors film their property for house insurance and take their patio sets in. It was best for us not to freak out today. We couldn't really do anything about it either since our parents weren't even home yet. This past week my family invited relatives from Florida over which is pretty cool because I have never met some of these cousins. My dad caught a cicada and then it flew away and then my crazy cousin caught it again. This green flying grasshopper thing also got into my house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've never seen a grasshopper before. And last night a giant truck was sitting outside my house. Apparently my next door neighbors ordered another grand piano. I was waiting by the window to see what would come out of that dark corridor at the end of the truck. When they went in there with the flashlights, I was thinking they should have some animals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's actually pretty late now, twenty minutes to 5am. 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Markéta Irglová&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8fr0KjDhXM/Tk30q7EUXzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/P_xa_xBBqng/s1600/1432.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8fr0KjDhXM/Tk30q7EUXzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/P_xa_xBBqng/s400/1432.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642434926412586802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was like a roller coaster. It was slow and then it caught up and then slow again and then hastened. All I remember from the ride were the peaks. I tried Netflix out and so far I love it. I made a rainbow cake 11 at night the past weekend in the slowest possible manner. It was devoured quickly the days afterward. The past lazy Sunday, I also remember watching Phineas + Ferb all afternoon and then went swimming and then watched more Phineas + Ferb until midnight. That show is really clever you know.. I can't think of more coincidences to happen in 20 minutes despite how annoying and repetitive the show is. I finished both seasons of Twin Peaks and watched the movie in the course of three days. I spent thirteen hours of my precious lifetime one day watching this amazing show, hooked from the first episode. I really wish they had made a third season because I have so many unanswered questions but twenty years late is pretty late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yearbook photos were taken this week too. I.. don't have anything to say about it until I see them. Oh on my way to the subway after that I also tripped in front of the fucking Starbucks where I have slipped and fell on my ass last winter. In front of all those people sitting by the window.. embarrassing. I have managed to get somewhere near the middle of my summer reading book. It is dreadfully boring but it picks up in some areas. I also realized I only read the book when I'm sitting on the train, I guess it's a better time passer but then I really have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photos I've scattered in this post are from today. I solely left the house three in the afternoon to go all the way to Pearl Paint and get modeling clay for this purpose: bracelets. I saw a diy on this last night and I had to do it. I'm not very motivated in taking photos this past week so I applied my hands on other things like this.. making awesome bracelets and sewing new pillowcases for the living room cushions (I've only completed 1, almost). I really love them and I'd like to sell them but I don't know if yall even like this kind of stuff so I'll just be making them for myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKLaVx0qSlI/Tk30hGmWFOI/AAAAAAAAA3E/r8aZ-k3J2xE/s1600/1430.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bKLaVx0qSlI/Tk30hGmWFOI/AAAAAAAAA3E/r8aZ-k3J2xE/s400/1430.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642434757709403362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-897RNf1gTxc/Tk30gVwrXqI/AAAAAAAAA28/uYwPjnWroZQ/s1600/1429.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-897RNf1gTxc/Tk30gVwrXqI/AAAAAAAAA28/uYwPjnWroZQ/s400/1429.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642434744599404194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MODFa9oyOMA/Tk30f4ZSg1I/AAAAAAAAA20/sM2jAI42U30/s1600/1435.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MODFa9oyOMA/Tk30f4ZSg1I/AAAAAAAAA20/sM2jAI42U30/s400/1435.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642434736716677970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKonA5fymos/Tk30fCzfKZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jyvh-eJaqh8/s1600/1434.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XKonA5fymos/Tk30fCzfKZI/AAAAAAAAA2s/jyvh-eJaqh8/s400/1434.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642434722331044242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKZlFnpzaL0/Tk30eU8qPwI/AAAAAAAAA2k/QVK4JEiYFrg/s1600/1428.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GKZlFnpzaL0/Tk30eU8qPwI/AAAAAAAAA2k/QVK4JEiYFrg/s400/1428.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642434710021488386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Friday I also bought my most wanted shoes of the season  or year or I don't know but I just really couldn't afford them until now. I was actually considering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saving up&lt;/span&gt; for these babies and if you know me, you know I am incapable of storing money somewhere for one thing. Well these Jeffrey Campbell Tardys were on sale and I went to Cobble Hill 10 in the morning and got them! I fell asleep at 4:30am the night before because I was honestly so excited and worried at the same time that they wouldn't be there. So these bitches are mine finally and I can't wait to wear them out soon. Anyway, it's 2am now and I promised my mom I'd go to bed early (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Endless Rain by How to Dress Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;prints&lt;/span&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/7812107012739990531-7441036106729215767?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7441036106729215767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7441036106729215767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-your-minds-made-up.html' title='when your mind&apos;s made up'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8fr0KjDhXM/Tk30q7EUXzI/AAAAAAAAA3M/P_xa_xBBqng/s72-c/1432.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5578645310746368167</id><published>2011-08-18T03:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T03:36:38.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINTS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://mischellesmenagerie.bigcartel.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;~mischelle's menagerie~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it looks like a cupcake bakery front.. i'll sell cupcakes in a couple of years&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/7812107012739990531-5578645310746368167?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5578645310746368167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5578645310746368167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/prints.html' title='PRINTS!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7485132725494995986</id><published>2011-08-13T00:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T00:26:41.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>for sale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys, I was finally able to publish my first photobook.. don't ask me why it took so long.&lt;br /&gt;But please go and preview it, buy it, and support me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eihjfkyInOY/TkYVfRaMUfI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mE1wd4RaldY/s1600/blurb%2Bunder%2Bcontrol%2Bpreview.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eihjfkyInOY/TkYVfRaMUfI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mE1wd4RaldY/s400/blurb%2Bunder%2Bcontrol%2Bpreview.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640219210321514994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/2181994"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;CHECK IT OUT HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also finally just put up two pairs of my favorite shoes up for sale on my other blog. I am incredibly broke right now and I don't have a job so I'm going to give the internet a try on getting rid of my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please check out the blog here at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://frommischelletoyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://frommischelletoyou.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;☞ STAY TUNED FOR MORE ☞&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-7485132725494995986?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7485132725494995986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7485132725494995986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/selling-my-things.html' title='for sale!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eihjfkyInOY/TkYVfRaMUfI/AAAAAAAAA2U/mE1wd4RaldY/s72-c/blurb%2Bunder%2Bcontrol%2Bpreview.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7849279591465910880</id><published>2011-08-10T19:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:54:24.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just sayin'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpqiuoabOF1qaqbomo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpqiuoabOF1qaqbomo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'll start painting again. Haven't done it in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;Watch.. this is going to be the last time for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit 8/12/11:&lt;br /&gt;i finished it last night! hope yall like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xecnl_w0o9Q/TkXZBypeQGI/AAAAAAAAA00/F26hPbhcqI4/s1600/1427.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xecnl_w0o9Q/TkXZBypeQGI/AAAAAAAAA00/F26hPbhcqI4/s400/1427.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640152733150232674" 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/7812107012739990531-7849279591465910880?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7849279591465910880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7849279591465910880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-think-ill-start-painting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xecnl_w0o9Q/TkXZBypeQGI/AAAAAAAAA00/F26hPbhcqI4/s72-c/1427.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-689153834295848175</id><published>2011-08-09T18:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T01:45:28.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my chest is empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oliver North Boy Choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wEwTuPKV9s/TkG9GYKOqDI/AAAAAAAAA0M/xUbVWBOCG4s/s1600/1422.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wEwTuPKV9s/TkG9GYKOqDI/AAAAAAAAA0M/xUbVWBOCG4s/s400/1422.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638996125706790962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this a quality post?? My blog has been lame. I've been bs-ing a lot mostly because I don't have the time to sit here and tell ya everything. But unlike those days, it was pouring hard today and I had nothing to do in mind so when that happens, I take out shoes I will never wear in my life and put them on. From the shoes up, I brainstorm on what I can wear with them. It's not even mid-August yet and I started thinking of what I would wear first day of school. I'm going to be a senior! So oldddd.. and how fast time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm posting because I have other things to share. I recently ordered from Photojojo for the first time and I received this Canon lens mug from them! Along with the Canon camera usb and a strap and they gave me a dinosaur for the price of "RAWRRRR". lmfao. They're so cute I wish I could work for them. (LOOKING FOR A JOB YES I AM) Last night I also finally watched Gone With The Wind. It must really be a classic if it's four friggin hours long. Luckily, I had nothing to do that night. While I watched Vivien Leigh gaze vertically into Clark Gable's tall mustached face, I tried new nail techniques. The half-moon nail technique was something I've been wanting to do forever but I could never find reinforcements around the house. I'm going to do it again in the fall with darker colors because right now these colors make it appear like I have giant lunulas (or cuticles).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Canon AE-1 needs a lil fixin because it thinks it can leak on my photos whenever it wants and it's not okay because it's actually ruining them instead so I also purchased a Minolta Maxxum Qtsi from this guy who also does photography and other nits and bits. All it needs is batteries right now (which I have but am going to return because the fucking pharmacy must be out of its mind selling tiny batteries for $20) and I'll be shooting film everywhere all day everyday. It's so frickin light too! And I also got my Delkin Snug-It Pro skin guard thingy today for my camera since I carry it around on my hip banging on things all the time. It was a suggestion I took from my digital teacher at AIB. And this sums up my week of money well spent on camera shit (good shit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IgErCYUIaE/TkG9F9l7WaI/AAAAAAAAA0E/5HXElWDFwtw/s1600/1423.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6IgErCYUIaE/TkG9F9l7WaI/AAAAAAAAA0E/5HXElWDFwtw/s400/1423.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638996118575208866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyv9HmcYDe8/TkG9FTYiC5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/p-SEoC43W9o/s1600/1424.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gyv9HmcYDe8/TkG9FTYiC5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/p-SEoC43W9o/s400/1424.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638996107244735378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtN3ZXko1wA/TkG9EqZg-qI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5jARAErjr04/s1600/1425.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AtN3ZXko1wA/TkG9EqZg-qI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5jARAErjr04/s400/1425.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638996096243006114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFiyQEM2pwM/TkG9D5KGYHI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mtlJviOHn7Q/s1600/1426.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFiyQEM2pwM/TkG9D5KGYHI/AAAAAAAAAzs/mtlJviOHn7Q/s400/1426.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638996083025010802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;Under Control by the Strokes (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&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/7812107012739990531-689153834295848175?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/689153834295848175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/689153834295848175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-chest-is-empty.html' title='my chest is empty'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wEwTuPKV9s/TkG9GYKOqDI/AAAAAAAAA0M/xUbVWBOCG4s/s72-c/1422.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5123832062656159106</id><published>2011-08-04T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T22:15:15.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's always sunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvsPKjo_A10/TjtHnyeQyvI/AAAAAAAAAzM/A75jnfQhtHc/s1600/1413.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvsPKjo_A10/TjtHnyeQyvI/AAAAAAAAAzM/A75jnfQhtHc/s400/1413.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637178107473480434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I met up with Allyson today, the whole day to share what has happened in the past month. We went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit Savage Beauty.. and to do part of our AP Art History summer assignment. Well, we waited two hours on line for the exhibit. Luckily, awesome Mariam was able to get us past the museum line before that, just the line to get into the museum man. So we saw Anna Wintour walking in the exhibit while we were on line and Allyson flipped a shit. We were coming up with scenarios of what Anna might say if we greeted her (like harrassing our fashion) but instead she was really kind and said five words to her! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j39JfIVmafg/TjtHpOKooHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/rvu43bJ9qd8/s1600/1412.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j39JfIVmafg/TjtHpOKooHI/AAAAAAAAAzc/rvu43bJ9qd8/s400/1412.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637178132087218290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uovro7IYrtQ/TjtHopXawuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/esa0BPqR8LI/s1600/1411.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uovro7IYrtQ/TjtHopXawuI/AAAAAAAAAzU/esa0BPqR8LI/s400/1411.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637178122208723682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh man and there was this crazy guy on the 4 train. Old times of New York City... except this guy would not stop bitching about death in an extremely religious tone while spitting on people (like my legs) and refusing to leave the train. Rude. I tried to read the Driver's Manual on the way home and fell asleep when they started talking about sharing the road. Ah tomorrow I have to go out and pick up my artwork. I really don't feel like leaving the house anymore. I showered at 2 in the morning last night and had less than five hours of sleep. I just want to stay home and wait for my mail and watch It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. So lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkrlbprkDbI/TjtHpl5tQUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/D2iANwPfko8/s1600/1410.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkrlbprkDbI/TjtHpl5tQUI/AAAAAAAAAzk/D2iANwPfko8/s400/1410.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637178138458669378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://facebook.com/mebphoto"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lemniscative.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;|&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://flickr.com/evanmischelle"&gt;flickr&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/7812107012739990531-5123832062656159106?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5123832062656159106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5123832062656159106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-always-sunny.html' title='it&apos;s always sunny'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kvsPKjo_A10/TjtHnyeQyvI/AAAAAAAAAzM/A75jnfQhtHc/s72-c/1413.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3919832160769891638</id><published>2011-07-30T23:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T00:05:08.753-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>back in NYC</title><content type='html'>Man, a lot has happened in just four weeks time. I've managed to break one of my oldest necklaces in half, tear a bracelet, lose a part of my dslr, break my instax for good, tear my shirt, get a million bruises, and made eleventy thousand friendship bracelets. In short, I had a good time but now I need to get reality back together and fix everything even though not all those things listed were bad. I have so much shit to do now that I'm back.. I haven't even finished unpacking and I got home four hours ago. My room is dusty and my sister says there were bugs in here and my pillowcases are gone.. I'll have to clean tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LIKE MY PAGE PLS&lt;br /&gt;HI BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3919832160769891638?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3919832160769891638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3919832160769891638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i.html' title='back in NYC'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-104905646483432030</id><published>2011-07-26T20:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:18:51.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mischelle-Evan-Broy-Photography/240442855986867"&gt;FACEBOOK FAN PAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTABLISHED&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/7812107012739990531-104905646483432030?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/104905646483432030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/104905646483432030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook-fan-page-established.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6133355870281925798</id><published>2011-07-24T21:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:19:52.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>facebook page?</title><content type='html'>I've always debated on whether getting a facebook page for my photography is a good idea or not. I don't have a specific field of photography I'm in and I'm not that well known but there are some people here I've met that don't even take as great photos and still have facebook pages. I just want to get noticed more and search for more opportunities to get my eye out there. I'm not sure if a facebook page for me is a great plan especially if nobody is going to "like" it. So I need an outside voice on this, would you become a fan on facebook for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7812107012739990531-6133355870281925798?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6133355870281925798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook-page.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6133355870281925798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6133355870281925798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/facebook-page.html' title='facebook page?'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8230071131612537396</id><published>2011-07-19T21:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:56:18.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ &lt;/span&gt;by Far East Movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pk7B0PgbuU/TiYtlrmjF5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/mhicPaTBH5Q/s1600/09.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pk7B0PgbuU/TiYtlrmjF5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/mhicPaTBH5Q/s400/09.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631238509456201618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I haven't posted in a long while.. purposely neglecting to blog because I'm still busy. So much has happened that I regret not posting about it during the time but then I also feel like nobody reads this anyway so I'll keep it general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aomfk5Z1wU4/TiYtmjBYkYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/w8vOdVfEgMQ/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aomfk5Z1wU4/TiYtmjBYkYI/AAAAAAAAAyc/w8vOdVfEgMQ/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631238524332708226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home over two weeks ago to come to AIB in Massachusetts for the YAR Program this month. Ever since, I have become close with my roommate (the application worked!) and made a lot of new friends and met some people. It's just like high school at the same time since there are still underclassmen and people who give you looks and shit but then there's the life of dorming which high school does not offer. I get "morning"s and "night"s in the bathroom and in the halls which are lovely, and have since reorganized my room. My roommate and I pushed our beds together in the center of the room a few days ago for some intimacy.. jk we couldn't breathe. This dorm doesn't have a/c and we only have two fans so we moved everything around for ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOt63d88OKk/TiYtmF-1k7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/bCWQC26cux8/s1600/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOt63d88OKk/TiYtmF-1k7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/bCWQC26cux8/s400/01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631238516537398194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a color film class (which I looove!) and digital photography and figure drawing and graphic design and summer sketchbook. I'm happy about my classes and the teachers. I've actually learned a lot within one day of each class. We travel a lot all over Massachusetts and I almost get no sleep. Omg, the dorm food for breakfast and dinner are almost like eating out every day, it's that great ( and I don't think I've ever eaten such healthy food so often before). Yeah.. so much has happened that I can't even recall everything. I hope my photos can speak for me.  Speaking of photos, like I said before, my flickr pro account is expiring tonight which is a tragic thing to happen in my life so.. I'll be posting them on facebook if I even get the chance. See ya lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASdLd-bqAi8/TiYtmiRZvAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/YUNTEhE1ons/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASdLd-bqAi8/TiYtmiRZvAI/AAAAAAAAAyU/YUNTEhE1ons/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631238524131458050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-viQCIF1v0co/TiZDqLaDrEI/AAAAAAAAAy8/5uQXbF448rc/s1600/08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-viQCIF1v0co/TiZDqLaDrEI/AAAAAAAAAy8/5uQXbF448rc/s400/08.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631262775969033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xrfm8beO1E/TiZDpcvqvEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/rVfvpSSnhMw/s1600/06.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7xrfm8beO1E/TiZDpcvqvEI/AAAAAAAAAy0/rVfvpSSnhMw/s400/06.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631262763443207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYkoKwoYLFQ/TiZDo9BC6vI/AAAAAAAAAys/1pCVlDu6qn8/s1600/04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DYkoKwoYLFQ/TiZDo9BC6vI/AAAAAAAAAys/1pCVlDu6qn8/s400/04.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631262754926160626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeKAnycKfmQ/TiZDoKa4YYI/AAAAAAAAAyk/MaQrL9FOy4Q/s1600/02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DeKAnycKfmQ/TiZDoKa4YYI/AAAAAAAAAyk/MaQrL9FOy4Q/s400/02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631262741344313730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOkBp-zXSN4/TiZDqtvO6lI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aSfMSkvWpNs/s1600/19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOkBp-zXSN4/TiZDqtvO6lI/AAAAAAAAAzE/aSfMSkvWpNs/s400/19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631262785184655954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PS: I miss my family and friends A LOT :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ Amsterdam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by Coldplay&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/7812107012739990531-8230071131612537396?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8230071131612537396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8230071131612537396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-party.html' title='i party'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--pk7B0PgbuU/TiYtlrmjF5I/AAAAAAAAAyE/mhicPaTBH5Q/s72-c/09.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3535106708250809631</id><published>2011-07-05T22:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:35:06.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>rewrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt; by Sia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My flickr pro account is going to expire on the 19th or 22nd or something.. soon. I'm sad.. one for that my Chase card didn't arrive on time when I was back at home and two, I can't upload any new photos for the time after it expires until I get back to New York which is like August. So I am making this post in case anyone was wondering if I had died on the internet. This also pertains to my posting on tumblr. Sorrayzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ Playground Love (Vibraphone Version)&lt;/span&gt; by Air&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7812107012739990531-3535106708250809631?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3535106708250809631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3535106708250809631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/rewrite.html' title='rewrite'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-2495338992025860350</id><published>2011-07-04T04:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:16:20.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>give me everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ pitbull, neyo, afrojack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPFWadhqM9M/ThF0SDCcUGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cOWsdon7Ns0/s1600/110704-040230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPFWadhqM9M/ThF0SDCcUGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cOWsdon7Ns0/s400/110704-040230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625405262964478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yup. Nothing like listening to good old American rock and pop on the radio 4 in the morning on July fourth. My butt hurts. My back hurts. I originally stayed up bc I had just washed my hair at 1am and wanted it to air dry but I got sidetracked with Misfits. Today I watched Jane Eyre, a little of Mansfield Park and a lot of Misfits. I've finished all eleven seasons of CSI.. still poking around for episodes I missed though but hadn't watched any today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day in New York. Not my last night, but I'm pretty much packed and ready. I think I'm gonna watch Cherrybomb tomorrow and clean my room and finish packing. I'mmm excited. Oh shit someone's awake... I'm hungzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ugtj3FxfA5c/ThF0Sinhp_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/csgWubY0VC8/s1600/110704-040431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ugtj3FxfA5c/ThF0Sinhp_I/AAAAAAAAAx8/csgWubY0VC8/s400/110704-040431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625405271441516530" 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/7812107012739990531-2495338992025860350?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2495338992025860350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2495338992025860350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/give-me-everything.html' title='give me everything'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPFWadhqM9M/ThF0SDCcUGI/AAAAAAAAAx0/cOWsdon7Ns0/s72-c/110704-040230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1130368036188102869</id><published>2011-06-27T23:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T23:54:12.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quicksand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ (Thievery Corporation Mix) by Natalie Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my 100th post! Lame.. time is going by too fast. There are way too many reminders of how fast I'm growing up.. I gotta slow it down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/2084307"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 506px;" src="http://lookbook.nu/files/looks/large/2011/06/28/1367421_1401.jpg?1309229709" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to school today but I didn't because nobody did. Clearing out our lockers should be a sign that nobody will go to school. I actually didn't wear this outfit today, I wear something less eye-catching and more comfortable depending on the weather. I did get the shorts today though. Plus a new laptop case. Everything else I had held on to for a while and never got to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were in Union Square, shopping and looking for jobs. We went to Free People, Anthropologie, Forever 21, some shoe store, and Urban Outfitters. You gotta be 18 and over. Fuck that shit. I'll be decorating cupcakes for a living. I also got a new book, a book I've been meaning to get, Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher. I read alll the reviews and it's supposed to be a super intense book and so far, it is. I must get a special bookmark for this occasion. I'm also supposed to attend school tomorrow for five minutes for report cards but I've already seen my grades. So long as I passed pre-calc and chemistry, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving next Tuesday. I should start packing forreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ A/B Machines by Sleigh Bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-1130368036188102869?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1130368036188102869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1130368036188102869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/quicksand.html' title='quicksand'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7547268895343533843</id><published>2011-06-24T22:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:04:47.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>mien</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by Millionyoung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm making a creamy cheese cake right now, following a recipe my mom's friend suggested. It smells so good, the aroma of it is heavily circulating the second floor.. mmm. Today has been a good day.. could be better. Liz celebrated her seventeenth birthday early today with her new built-in pool! I was hoping the sun would try to squeeze a little of its perfect sunniness outside today but it refused. The pool and the weather was chilly. It's June and I haven't worn jeans or a sweater out since like.. April. It makes me feel like I'll need the sweaters and blanket when I'm in Boston though, which is kinda nice for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so excited for the following two weeks to come. I finally discovered who my roommate will be and we're going to have such an awesome time. The official last day of school is next week and so is the block party. I can't be more excited than this, especially after just finding out New York finally legalized gay marriage! Also, I passed the US and English regents! I honestly thought I would have done better now that I'm trying to recall what I read and wrote about but.. that's the kind of teaching I get for not taking any APs this year (which is really bad but has a reason). The end of my junior year now is freaking out over my Chemistry regents score. I'm actually really scared but if they could be nice and give a lot of partial credit like my other ones.. then thank you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any photos to put up since my camera needs a little repairing from the past few days.. but I finished one roll of color film. I should try to finish all my film before I leave this summer. Another exciting thing.. window-shopping for a new car tomorrow! Let's go check this cake out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ Strangers In the Wind by Cut Copy&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/7812107012739990531-7547268895343533843?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7547268895343533843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7547268895343533843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/mien.html' title='mien'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3479647818941775323</id><published>2011-06-21T16:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T17:48:50.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>as time breaks off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-9eBAnjUI8/TgERmvPfsfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/biDSwGjfcJg/s1600/1395.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-9eBAnjUI8/TgERmvPfsfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/biDSwGjfcJg/s400/1395.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620793167149249010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ by Delorean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soooo, I signed up on &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://lookbook.nu/evanmischelle"&gt;lookbook.nu&lt;/a&gt; today. I remember when it was so exclusive that you had to be invited and confirmed by the site to be a member.. not anymore. I registered because a lot of people ask where I shop and what my favorite store is. There really is no answer to that but hopefully this lookbook thing will show you; I look for pattern and quality and comfort over name reputation and trends. The only two words I would describe my style would be classy and sophisticated but in a young way. I dunno, I just hope you guys like my outfits. I'll try to post as often as possible. Also, that first look is from like October.. I just needed to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♫ Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'm gonna tweak the way I type in my posts too. Since I am constantly listening to music when I'm on the computer, the title will be the song I listened to when I made the post and then it will end in the song I listened to when I have completed it. Annnd I'm gonna try my best to capitalize when needed to improve my super informal blogging. I've always hated hitting shift + I. I also made a clay head in the car today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3479647818941775323?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3479647818941775323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3479647818941775323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/as-time-breaks-off.html' title='as time breaks off'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y-9eBAnjUI8/TgERmvPfsfI/AAAAAAAAAxc/biDSwGjfcJg/s72-c/1395.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3649756676377309026</id><published>2011-06-18T20:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:14:24.530-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>calm your mind</title><content type='html'>it's kinda strange to say but i'm very happy to have seen x-men first class last night because it was amazing. loved it. this post is tell you about my day. i think whenever i make a post about the past 24 hours, it's either a rant or it was truly a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 7am and snuck out of the house to go to soho with liz. now who in the name of jesus and his barn of unicorns does that.. oh wait, shoe addicts. &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://solestruck.com"&gt;solestruck&lt;/a&gt;, who only has one store and is in portland, decided to do their next lookbook shooting in new york. there was a casting call for trendy models but they were also giving away free shoes. there is nothing better in this world than free things (besides photography). i was ready to be picked if chosen for the lookbook which i highly doubted because (and i told them this) i am the photographer, not the model, when it comes to taking photos. honestly all i wanted was the shoes.. this was granted to the first fifty people there. me being number nineteen, got a good pair. tan matiko leilas! i wore sandal platforms to the event but then left the casting and changed into my new shoes, which are actually a size smaller and cut the back of my heels.. i will have to deal with it because i already really love them. now i have to start nagging about the event photos they took and recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i came home, almost went to the mermaid parade but didn't because i don't find it entertaining. my sister kept shouting at me describing the level of boredness she couldn't contain as i cleaned my room. so we played scrabble with our cousin and bet money on the winner (my sis won). then i watched pirates of the carribean and started to handsew a bag from scratch (does that make sense?). and then i watched a not so bad shark movie that should only be watched once and finished the bag. i don't know whether i should add fringe, buttons, what kind of handle, etc details. i'm excited. i'm excited about everything. after wednesday is over, my summer begins. CAN'T WAIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3649756676377309026?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3649756676377309026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3649756676377309026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/calm-your-mind.html' title='calm your mind'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1643586821931553786</id><published>2011-06-16T23:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:47:20.296-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>we're the teenagers that invade your backyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-SsU2f_xPI/TfrNx4g-FeI/AAAAAAAAAxM/mKyiMDhA0DI/s1600/1382.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-SsU2f_xPI/TfrNx4g-FeI/AAAAAAAAAxM/mKyiMDhA0DI/s400/1382.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619029741966071266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday was the last day of classes. wasn't happy because i had to clean out my locker completely and walk around with my art portfolio and shit from my locker in the rain. but.. i went to a concert in celebrate brooklyn with elizabeth for best coast and the decemberists. they were pretty awesome, the rain had stopped by night and i got to feed my italian tastebuds and got to lay in the grass watching stars and planes hovering really low under trees lit up by the performance stage. nothing much like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i tried to make &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://picky-palate.com/2011/02/21/smores-stuffed-chocolate-chip-cookies/"&gt;smores stuffed chocolate chip cookies&lt;/a&gt; but they came out all wrong.. waste of cookie batch. it's probably because i didn't make it out of scratch.. buttttt i made smores.. in 80 degree weather. it was ..beastingly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to school to take the us regents. i really i hope i passed it, even though my essays were terribly written because i was rushing and it felt like my brain was experiencing traffic everywhere so everything i wanted to say couldn't come out. a surprise party for allyson going away to japan was set up to occur after school at charlotte's. i guess just about everything went perfect. yeah pretty much. i made a cake, we went on chatroulette, we went on the roof, we met neighbors, and trespassed on property. in the end, i got super tired.. braindead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i shall ace my english regents.. but still ..wish me luck. i left my cake pans at charlotte's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTDx3aTjhJM/TfrNyhJSlxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LEoL6z_JENg/s1600/1381.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oTDx3aTjhJM/TfrNyhJSlxI/AAAAAAAAAxU/LEoL6z_JENg/s400/1381.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619029752872605458" 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/7812107012739990531-1643586821931553786?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1643586821931553786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1643586821931553786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/06/were-teenagers-that-invade-your.html' title='we&apos;re the teenagers that invade your backyard'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-SsU2f_xPI/TfrNx4g-FeI/AAAAAAAAAxM/mKyiMDhA0DI/s72-c/1382.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1995115021964968788</id><published>2011-06-11T15:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:28:09.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been rejecting this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKi_8j5nZjM/TfO9TGNsBqI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WSgacRuvDNw/s1600/026.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EKi_8j5nZjM/TfO9TGNsBqI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WSgacRuvDNw/s400/026.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617041296044328610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.. sorry. i've been busy, it's the end of the year and i hadn't done anything worth talking about.  but now i do. i gotta lay it all out quickly because i need to write an essay and do a painting and start packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was brooklyn/queens day so all of new york city had that day off. i think the first productive thing i did was help my dad mail out a parking ticket. i remember wednesday through friday were in the 90s and the ac was on everywhere. i skipped lunch and went to meet allyson at target to get essentials for packing. then i went back home and helped my sister make a mock cereal box for her homework. i rode my bike to the beach and met up with katherine and elizabeth afterward. it got a little more windy then but i couldn't notice the difference because we were by the water. about an hour later, dark clouds were coming at us. it had been such a hot day nobody was really worrying except that it was getting late. there was no lifeguard which is really dangerous but there were cops and parks and recreation people. i saw a beach umbrella wiping out a crowd when the clouds got nearer. then a sandstorm occurred and everyone went freaking out. it was the right time to panic when you see police vans and police jetskis and helicopters everywhere. it started precipitating a little when we tried to leave. the storm was a good solution to the 100 degree weather earlier. we decided to go to pizza instead of going home because a) we were hungry and nobody brought food, b) we wanted to wait the storm out, and c) i had never ridden my bike home in the rain nor walked in the rain with no cover. so we sat there watching wheel of fortune eating pizza. like all storms, this one was having heavy and light mood swings so we stopped to take cover when it was impossible for me walk my bike. i ended up taking elizabeth's towel and riding home with it over my head. i was absolutely drenched from the bottom down but i was only worried that my new bike would rust. biking during a thunderstorm at night alone is already dangerous, but i had to go under a highway to get home and that was a scarier place. the thrill of doing this made me feel..awesome. i got home safe anyway and went to bed with no sand in my hair and clean skin. getting a lot done in less than 24 hours is one of the best things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really know why we had to go to school that day. it had been finals week then brooklyn day which equals to no regular, full school day for the past four days. i don't remember doing anything honestly except continuing to clean out my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing, i went to meet up at the neighborhood high school with liz and ivana to take the ACTs. we saw middle school classmates there, no exchange of hellos, it was awkward. the ACTs were easy, at least easier than the SATs. there was just too little time and the science part should be omitted. the writing part was on parents using a GPS on their teens' cell phones to track their locations. i disagreed on it, but my essay sounds incredibly rebellious and anti-parents but chill and very opinionated. whoever is grading those should remember the essay was written by a teenager. i edited photos from thursday when i returned home and then went to ikea. a few issues between parents and i came up during that time. i don't want to discuss it, but i was only trying to do the right thing and when the hell did anyone say i will be taking a bus to boston instead of car. fuck that. i fell asleep on the way home and went to bed when we got home. i slept at 8pm and woke up at 11 the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still mad at my parents so i tried not to communicate with them first thing in the afternoon. i had to go to the doctors to pick up my health forms so my mom came along. i bought a new suitcase and sandals and a beach towel and my angry-ness eased. it was my grandpa's birthday when we got home. since then, i don't really know what i have been doing except trying to finish sending out the last of the matters to my precollege program. and then i started writing this before doing anything academic-related because i know i would forget again and then never type it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. it's 8:30pm on a sunday now. i meant to write this yesterday but i saved it as a draft. wish me luck with regents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-1995115021964968788?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1995115021964968788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;hair stylist&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;make-up artist&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;assistant(s)&lt;/span&gt; based in new york city (manhattan and brooklyn) area. this girl has no money so i cannot pay you for helping bc she ain't pro (yet).&lt;br /&gt;if interested, email meeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise, i'll hav to do everydang maself jeez&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/7812107012739990531-8907079716619123491?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8907079716619123491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8907079716619123491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/lookin-for.html' title='lookin for'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-821195956498001877</id><published>2011-05-29T00:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:32:08.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>i feel like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZuwbAwvxAM/TeHIhHX8IZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yT-y822IUXU/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZuwbAwvxAM/TeHIhHX8IZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yT-y822IUXU/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611987081921044882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit. everything.. hurts. today was a pain in the ass. i woke up constantly between 6 and 9 am. then i realized i had a red eye infection. then i bought ten bucks worth of postage for a package that said no postage necessary. then it got hotter. then i wasted time running around brooklyn getting shit that nobody even used. and everything i guess still sucked. i have probably been sick since thursday with this stupid stuffed/runny nose. i look like i'm crying when i have a red eye and a runny nose. best part of today though, i got four rolls of film developed. i'm going to fix them over time before i upload them on flickr..some were messed up. i also have to edit more photos from the twiggy shoot this past week. i'm too fucking tired. i wanted to wash my hair and even take a shower but i don't feel like it. i just want to take all my clothes off and lie on my bed with the moon shining through in the dark as the only light source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june is going to fucking suck ass. i'm going to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit 5/29:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm heating up. i am in so much pain and i don't know why. i'll be seeing the doctor tomorrow, to draw blood.. i don't think i'll be able to with my immune system acting weird. anyway, i'll try to fill ya in about the past week. i had a photo shoot with polina, twiggy-style, on wednesday. the set-up was quick and i appointed directions here and there because we were very limited in time and room. it was supposed to be a bert stern/ richard avedon-inspired shoot but everything ended up being twiggy poses when makeup took too long. the wardrobe, hair and makeup styling, photos, and retouching were all done by me; i could not be more proud of anything else. this has been my favorite shoot in the longest time. i'm still in the process of editing more as well as editing the recent roll of film i got developed yesterday. friday, i went to see hangover 2. i expected the plot to be exactly the same as the first, and it disappointingly was. today, i rode my bike with amanda at the park, even though we were both in pain of some kind. she was getting cramps after the calorie-burning so i made her go back to my house and i made her tea and heated up a pack of gel for her. then took her bike and walked her home because she was going to drop dead from a heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert deleted long rant about asshole friends here]&lt;br /&gt;can't wait till boston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zZuwbAwvxAM/TeHIhHX8IZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/yT-y822IUXU/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-4503187080007844250</id><published>2011-05-22T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T17:56:27.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>it needs to stop raining..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNBb7lPsNSY/TdmE71Wg2GI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sxluDgvngjA/s1600/1360.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNBb7lPsNSY/TdmE71Wg2GI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sxluDgvngjA/s400/1360.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609660974335318114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least pretending to rain.. because I CANNOT TAKE ANY GOOD PHOTOS IN THIS WEATHER. when there is a fog, i will be half asleep with no camera in hand and more or less worrying about something coming up behind me. when it is raining, i will be indoors chillaxin like a normal person watching movies because precipitating photos are not my thang. i like happy sappy photos. seriously though, these clouds need to lift. i don't want to see 40% or 30% or even 20% possible precipitation on my forecast. i changed my curtains to a lighter color because i thought i could wake up with a brighter room. i want to wear dresses and shorts and tanks and shoes made out of material that isn't meant to be soaked in. just get here summer, spring has been pretty cold to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjrp6NG5fAs/TdmGIjcImII/AAAAAAAAAww/-mgS0TklfuY/s1600/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjrp6NG5fAs/TdmGIjcImII/AAAAAAAAAww/-mgS0TklfuY/s400/01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609662292376983682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i finished my first 52weeks project. i won't write a whole deal on what the last photo means to me because i know i will continue and start a new year but i did want to make it somewhat special. i just decided to clear my bedroom floor of everything like it had in the first photo of the project and recreate it, of course with new clothes. the missing sunlight should tell you how the whole end of the month has been, rainy, gloomy, gray, not much sun to be shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1hKgH6K5II/TdmGIJvuf4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/cjMpR147tPk/s1600/1373.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1hKgH6K5II/TdmGIJvuf4I/AAAAAAAAAwo/cjMpR147tPk/s400/1373.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609662285479837570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the brighter side, i've already mentioned this, my &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evanmischelle/5575346724/in/photostream"&gt;photo &lt;/a&gt;is being featured in the teen art gallery this summer. i really do hope all new york city residents will be able to attend it for me while i'm gone. i will make another post about details when the date nears. the photo is for sale, just like the others, so someone.. buy it! lol. if it sells, i will be setting up a print sale when i come back to the city.. or am i too hopeful right now. whatever, i'm happy for the price set on it, and that i even got this chance. all these chances this summer as a matter of fact. i'm pretty thankful for everything in my life so far. if i died on saturday, which i didn't, i can tell you i'm happy. i was in times square with robert fitzpatrick at the time doomsday was supposed to come. hahah.. no i was actually watching this protest on how this group of people are not african-americans (it was depressing, those photos they held up) (i think they were called israelites or something) and brought my lil bro to toys r us. anyway, i am hungry. i've been sitting in my room with shorts and a tank and my heater on, trying to make the impression on my body that it's summer when it's actually like 50 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-4503187080007844250?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4503187080007844250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4503187080007844250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-needs-to-stop-raining.html' title='it needs to stop raining..'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uNBb7lPsNSY/TdmE71Wg2GI/AAAAAAAAAwg/sxluDgvngjA/s72-c/1360.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8401454496146879684</id><published>2011-05-15T22:36:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:50:38.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these last three hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NixDjVhzUu0/TdCQV6cvnKI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6omEtKV382Q/s1600/under%2Bcontrol%2Bbook.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NixDjVhzUu0/TdCQV6cvnKI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6omEtKV382Q/s400/under%2Bcontrol%2Bbook.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607140242217737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qk3apJ63Zxg/TdCNwis6mjI/AAAAAAAAAwI/wC9wLHhEViU/s1600/under%2Bcontrol%2Bbook.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have completed my first photo book (yeah i named it after a strokes song. what are you going to do about it?). of course, none of you will buy it. not that i don't want you to (but you will order it right..?) .. i have to figure out how to sell first. so i only ordered myself one copy. i really hope it's all vivid and not pixellated. when it is made open to order, you will discover a new fact about me ;) i also got eaten alive by a fruit fly in six different places including a rash that went up and down my right arm. i wanted to skin myself.. anyway i'm sorry i haven't been posting. i had a rough school week and i was just really sleepy this weekend (i fell asleep watching snl, shhh) and i didn't have any homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got accepted in the 4% for the teen art gallery, an exhibit based on, for, and by new york city teenage artists. i'm so happy! i found out today that every piece is going to be sold, hopefully, and i get some of the moolah! unfortunately, i won't be in the state for july after the fourth, and the show is on the seventh. that means i won't be able to see everyone's work, but you guys will take your car, plane, ship, bike or whatever to see the gallery for me though, yes? :( more on the downside, it will rain all seven days of this week... at least my rain-repellent boots will be put to use again. anyhow, i'm sad and excited this school year is ending. i'm actually more scared than sad. there is so much i have to do before i leave.. it'll be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-8401454496146879684?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8401454496146879684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8401454496146879684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/these-last-three-hours.html' title='these last three hours'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NixDjVhzUu0/TdCQV6cvnKI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6omEtKV382Q/s72-c/under%2Bcontrol%2Bbook.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3914227770209706628</id><published>2011-05-13T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:35:08.938-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. i love when i post a photo on tumblr and it will always manage to reach the owner's own tumblr.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i made a post just for that. i'm too tired to say anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3914227770209706628?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3914227770209706628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3914227770209706628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-881472021682804881</id><published>2011-05-07T00:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:23:53.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>winning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyNPUux-1k4/TcTQhtCQDlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uxb3t3EpEgw/s1600/022.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyNPUux-1k4/TcTQhtCQDlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uxb3t3EpEgw/s400/022.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603833113799036498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looks like i had two shoots this week. i did absolutely nothing in school today. i don't know why i went, i would have turned around if i had the chance. fortunately, i found my all my friends during eighth period and left with them. only four of us went to noa's place. the sun was high and i happened to bring my camera.. i cooked pasta for everyone and did allyson's hairdos. hundreds of photos were shot but i only uploaded like a hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am too tired.. but i am satisfied with my week. while everyone else was stressing over ap exams, the sats tomorrow, and other academic tests, i did nothing. it looks really bad on my transcript but i just can't do anything about it. i fixed up a photo for my mom and grandma for mother's day, just needed to buy frames. the may issue of teen ink came today, i was published again but i'm not that glad about it because it was a small black and white publication. i will continue to submit until i get my photo dominating the page. i also got the disposable that is part of a nationwide chain camera project by josephine demme. i can't wait to shoot my frame, this project got me excited from the start. i think it's an experimental idea, this project, i've done a lot of experimenting this week. most probably because i had a lot of free time on my hands and because i was really curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed right after this. i think i'm going to make a stop-motion video with imovie tomorrow. i can't do it in school because they don't save incomplete projects so i'll do it at home. some photos of the shoot are on my flickr, the rest on my facebook. i recently made a new curve that gives the summer shine effect on the photos and i looove it. can't wait for the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxXv6_fNUbQ/TcTShNlTlmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/VDnQa3an34g/s1600/001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LxXv6_fNUbQ/TcTShNlTlmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/VDnQa3an34g/s400/001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603835304379389538" 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/7812107012739990531-881472021682804881?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/881472021682804881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/881472021682804881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/winning.html' title='winning'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YyNPUux-1k4/TcTQhtCQDlI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uxb3t3EpEgw/s72-c/022.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3508487136967137781</id><published>2011-05-05T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:27:28.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>my day in bullets</title><content type='html'>i really don't have time to describe how great/unfortunate my life is the past 24 hours right now so i'm going to make a list before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday afterschool, i had a photo shoot with mariel and polina. a really fun one involving the class projector and some backgrounds i found. it all lasted about an hour and a half or so, pretty short but it was just an experiment i was dying to try. onward to today in chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;wake up at 6am, feels like winter, nose is cold, refuse to get up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ran for my life trying to catch a bus, with a neighbor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy a full breakfast, finish the whole breakfast before getting to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learned that handling lead in lab is safe and it's bendable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;english was so boring, i decided to participate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spent a period sitting in the dark with bayli singing like there's no tomorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drew three pages in my sketchbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished a crossword with the teacher and azra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found out our nude model passed away, felt really bad because i didn't like her that well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ate watermelon for lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got up and did math for the class, oh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sat in the gymnasium with my shorts and sneakers all ready to run and shit but instead had to listen to the teachers bitch about one kid's parents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched a video on the 50s.. love it, i noticed everyone was awake, also didn't hand in any homework lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make intimidating eye contact with good looking guys while leaving school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;on the subway ride home, sit in front of elementary classmate, some faces just don't change..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make brownies and cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do homework&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;write this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3508487136967137781?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3508487136967137781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3508487136967137781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-day-in-bullets.html' title='my day in bullets'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5336882349915586604</id><published>2011-04-27T18:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:55:32.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'll start a new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0WCZ3HohGk/TbiZ8gaXhSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VM5kZLS9tb8/s1600/83810011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0WCZ3HohGk/TbiZ8gaXhSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VM5kZLS9tb8/s400/83810011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600395401406940450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she said i think i'll go to boston"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright hey. my spring break  was pretty chill. the day after the plaza, i was at the hospital. wanna  guess why? family matters. i haven't been in a hospital since my sister  was in an ambulance. so last weekend, i went touring around the small  eastern coast states: connecticut, rhode island, and massachusetts. it  was ultra funnn even though there was no sunnn until sunday. i like  packing the right outfits.. i'm always prepared for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well  i finally developed four rolls yesterday, all came out so beautiful. i  experimented on double.. and triple exposure.. some were not as good but  practice makes perfect. i have a black and white roll i need to develop  in school sometime soon and one more color roll from a souvenir camera  to finish. so in chronological order, the shots with my friends came first. one is above, of my friend for eight years.. ivana, showing off her amazing gymnastic skills capture inspired by some levitation photographers. i think i should try one.. levitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrwQzWVfvgU/TbiZ8BOpwyI/AAAAAAAAAvA/96Jo-5PTxEE/s1600/468485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RrwQzWVfvgU/TbiZ8BOpwyI/AAAAAAAAAvA/96Jo-5PTxEE/s400/468485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600395393036305186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le7lAwOuxnI/TbiZ8BpM3DI/AAAAAAAAAu4/AaExC-cNH9M/s1600/83830012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-le7lAwOuxnI/TbiZ8BpM3DI/AAAAAAAAAu4/AaExC-cNH9M/s400/83830012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600395393147657266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5huZBUTRlo/TbiZ769yxSI/AAAAAAAAAuw/cYe7aeaEHcA/s1600/83830016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V5huZBUTRlo/TbiZ769yxSI/AAAAAAAAAuw/cYe7aeaEHcA/s400/83830016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600395391354979618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6o8ZQ-L2rs/Tbid6-Ls9_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/AF0bYvpReRo/s1600/83830021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6o8ZQ-L2rs/Tbid6-Ls9_I/AAAAAAAAAvg/AF0bYvpReRo/s400/83830021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600399773085267954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these photos are from the breakers mansion that belonged to the vanderbilts located in newport, rhode island. it is excruciatingly gorgeous over there. i have a thing for versailles-inspired interior design and the old english architecture of the place, NOT TO MENTION their damn backyard, the fucking atlantic ocean. when i was there, it was misty and foggy and you couldn't see anything clearly but i liked it. they didn't allow photos to be taken indoors which was a shame, i would've stuck out my camera for one shot but there were literally guards everywhere. i don't understand why we can't take no-flash photography.. oh "to preserve the state for future generations".. what? well this is one place i'd like to have my wedding at, it is so nice there. more photos are uploaded on my facebook, including yale and harvard i think. i went there because.. i could, i mean they are not potential schools for me as far as my academics go but it didn't hurt to stop by. harvard is possible for anyone if you have something to offer the school, and this was something i had to think about the rest of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYAq0d3jNaM/Tbid60DwoaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/zd3SzcDZgKQ/s1600/83810025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JYAq0d3jNaM/Tbid60DwoaI/AAAAAAAAAvY/zd3SzcDZgKQ/s400/83810025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600399770367599010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PjYaZSZdlw/TbiZ8WGa9LI/AAAAAAAAAvI/26IDJB5MtuA/s1600/8785665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PjYaZSZdlw/TbiZ8WGa9LI/AAAAAAAAAvI/26IDJB5MtuA/s400/8785665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600395398638924978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYzAeTY8Rr0/Tbid7MgEV0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/9drVk27aH3E/s1600/83820016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bYzAeTY8Rr0/Tbid7MgEV0I/AAAAAAAAAvo/9drVk27aH3E/s400/83820016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600399776928782146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li_cLLYCYtg/Tbid7fs_liI/AAAAAAAAAvw/K1LhyM5jJ0o/s1600/83800017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Li_cLLYCYtg/Tbid7fs_liI/AAAAAAAAAvw/K1LhyM5jJ0o/s400/83800017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600399782083270178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for easter, i went to visit the trinity church in massachusetts. i didn't go in because 1. didn't want to bother the religious fellows inside and 2. long line to go in lasted across the street. afterward i went on a little cruise on the waters of boston, not paying much attention to where the boston tea party had their party or why some buildings and bridges were built but rather taking a lot of photos around the boat. this picture above is pretty funny.. i was on the front of the ship where it was super windy, i asked my sister to hold my hat as i took this photo of a reflection off a window because i thought the angle of it was cool. i didn't know that this was the cabin where the boat captains were so after i shot it, i realized that the dude in there turned from the camera when i took it. hahaha.. silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on boston.. i got accepted to a precollege program in boston (actually the only one i applied for) and i will be there for all of july! i'm so excited! (i realized i always end my posts with being excited) well i really am, i can't wait to meet new people and travel places i just went to, and take photos, and live away from home oh my god i'm hyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my first day back at school from vacation.. i was dead. i did not write anything or take out my notebook till 7th period, a class that i did not pay enough attention to even though i have to put up the homework tomorrow, because i was busy yawning and holding my head up and attempting to open my eyes. unsuccessful. at least there's only two more days of this week till may. may reminds me that there is only one more month of school since june is mostly exams.. such a shame. i really hated this year, the most stressful one yet. i also changed the wallpaper for four computers in the school computer lab to teenage dream lyrics today. anyway, i don't know if i have homework to attend to right now so i guess i'll rsvp for a movie premiere tomorrow (awesome right? excitesss).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-5336882349915586604?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5336882349915586604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5336882349915586604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-think-ill-start-new-life.html' title='i think i&apos;ll start a new life'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0WCZ3HohGk/TbiZ8gaXhSI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/VM5kZLS9tb8/s72-c/83810011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6828587287883788987</id><published>2011-04-20T16:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:35:12.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm allyson and i live at the plaza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctt6ZL_TJFg/Ta9AfMmyexI/AAAAAAAAAug/5fDEDAYtjEg/s1600/03.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctt6ZL_TJFg/Ta9AfMmyexI/AAAAAAAAAug/5fDEDAYtjEg/s400/03.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597763766548855570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKpt3yyUq0/Ta9AeUBjQ5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/fRXl411VAKs/s1600/12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPKpt3yyUq0/Ta9AeUBjQ5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/fRXl411VAKs/s400/12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597763751360283538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it was not a good day to go out yesterday. i went to bed at 2 and woke up at 10:30. plus it was raining and gloomy and the wind was having moodswings. our plan was to get lost in the plaza and capture what we can get. i'm glad i went with it. we owned the eloise shop, hopped ropes, waited for people to move, and kind of trespassed anywhere we needed to go to just to get a photo. this duo will do anything to get a photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViWnZ9q4Nis/Ta9BmAVeuKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nHJ40xc_cls/s1600/27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViWnZ9q4Nis/Ta9BmAVeuKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/nHJ40xc_cls/s400/27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597764983025744034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OC6iTf94pvQ/Ta9Adocm9lI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0yKhAhAAs20/s1600/33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OC6iTf94pvQ/Ta9Adocm9lI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0yKhAhAAs20/s400/33.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597763739662612050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMkLoUOhho8/Ta8_vc-tZXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/uIIOKi9Wb7A/s1600/38.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fMkLoUOhho8/Ta8_vc-tZXI/AAAAAAAAAuI/uIIOKi9Wb7A/s400/38.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597762946310432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OC6iTf94pvQ/Ta9Adocm9lI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/0yKhAhAAs20/s1600/33.png"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwDgSwnugWU/Ta8_uQKwagI/AAAAAAAAAuA/a8eRQrs1QHc/s1600/41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uwDgSwnugWU/Ta8_uQKwagI/AAAAAAAAAuA/a8eRQrs1QHc/s400/41.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597762925691431426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_CVd5r_aA/Ta8_toJcKrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/IEkCwbAVfzc/s1600/44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Se_CVd5r_aA/Ta8_toJcKrI/AAAAAAAAAt4/IEkCwbAVfzc/s400/44.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597762914948491954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-moT4YDjzYWY/Ta8_s2G_O6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/bnqhZpbeVR8/s1600/46.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-moT4YDjzYWY/Ta8_s2G_O6I/AAAAAAAAAtw/bnqhZpbeVR8/s400/46.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597762901516434338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BgJrppqkNY/Ta8_sQOoFMI/AAAAAAAAAto/VvDFlgTGook/s1600/47.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2BgJrppqkNY/Ta8_sQOoFMI/AAAAAAAAAto/VvDFlgTGook/s400/47.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597762891347924162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;afterward we went to another hotel to chill, magnolia's at grand central terminal (caramel cupcake was delishhh), the steven a. schwarzman library, then home. racing hearts from sneaking around is a thrill but you get tired quick. so anyway, the rest of the photos are on my facebook. and i will be away this weekend so i chose one of the photos as my 52weeks. i still need to develop the roll from last week but unfortunately i still haven't finished it yet. i'll definitely do it when i come back next week along other rolls. i'm exciteddd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6828587287883788987?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6828587287883788987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6828587287883788987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-allyson-and-i-live-at-plaza.html' title='i&apos;m allyson and i live at the plaza'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ctt6ZL_TJFg/Ta9AfMmyexI/AAAAAAAAAug/5fDEDAYtjEg/s72-c/03.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-957421453278723667</id><published>2011-04-17T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:43:20.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>home is a fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paRUoNZgrn4/TatqfRxObaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bh9--3LM1m0/s1600/1345.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paRUoNZgrn4/TatqfRxObaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bh9--3LM1m0/s400/1345.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596684047516331426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made my own twix bars today, following &lt;a href="http://savorysweetlife.com/2011/03/dark-chocolate-caramel-nutella-twix-bars/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;this recipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with milk chocolate. crunchy stuff.. i also made cake-like brownies for brownie sundaes since my cousins were over. yeahhh i was kinda bored. i woke up and did homework on a sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos for this week are all on my ae-1 and they haven't been developed yet so it'll be a while. school didn't end so well, i can't stop worrying about college. i've never had this much homework on a break either. they should rename breaks because they're not breaks at all. this is going to be a good week though. i'll be travelin the east coast for mansions, whales, lobster, aquariums, bowling, and all the fun stuff. yesterday i was in cesars bay during a storm. i stomped across parking lots pissed off i couldn't get a new bike and had forgotten i left my umbrella in the car but didn't care so let myself get wet and then tried to find the car but it kept transporting. then i went home and turned my hair into silk and redid my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched adventureland for the first time too. i'm so bored.. i'm going to go take my april instax of the tree right now. there's this huge cloud coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uiUbkbZWD0/Tatqf3J7sRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0zXZZ9IpkBs/s1600/1346.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2uiUbkbZWD0/Tatqf3J7sRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/0zXZZ9IpkBs/s400/1346.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596684057552072978" 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/7812107012739990531-957421453278723667?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/957421453278723667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/957421453278723667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/home-is-fire.html' title='home is a fire'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paRUoNZgrn4/TatqfRxObaI/AAAAAAAAAtY/bh9--3LM1m0/s72-c/1345.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8686795759822549660</id><published>2011-04-08T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:54:40.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>feline staff only</title><content type='html'>today, i skipped school and went to pratt with elizabeth and my parents. it was the first school i actually toured this year and i laaaahv it. i would still go to sva over pratt but this is definitely one that i will apply for. my mom hates it because it's so old (they have an engine room that dates back to 1898 for the standard oil company) but the campus is pretty modern and nothing bothers me. adding more to how great it is there, they own cats, pratt cats. not necessarily belonging to the school but to students who brought their cats with them and they just basically roam around the campus. i only saw one today and i wouldn't mind if they hopped on my lap while i drew nude models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned most of my room when we got back. now i'm redecorating one of my walls with my recent film prints. it's going to be really sad when i live away from home, i can't tear these memories down and bring them with me. that's one of the reasons why i resort to uploading a lot of my photos on the web, so i can always check up on them in case i need to reminisce (you know that feeling? no? okay).  after i'm done, i'm going to feel like wanting to build a sim house (which i haven't done in so long) or start my smfa essay or watch more csi. i don't know, i think i'll do my homework and see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-8686795759822549660?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8686795759822549660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8686795759822549660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/feline-staff-only.html' title='feline staff only'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-4231100141951340624</id><published>2011-04-02T19:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:17:03.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>when i was 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7XiHAgisIQ/TZj_0g5PwYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dq1btso5fcA/s1600/wave%2Bof%2Bcity%2Blights.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7XiHAgisIQ/TZj_0g5PwYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dq1btso5fcA/s400/wave%2Bof%2Bcity%2Blights.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591500215028793730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never actually watched that show but it got me thinking... for what reason would they make a show for what you did when you were specifically seventeen? was it that important? my answer is yes, it is my last chance to be childish and the world will accept it. it is the time to get prepared for the hurricane of judgment and approval of the next eighty or so years . but right now at the age of seventeen, i'm just scared out of my pants for college and the rest of the process of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished putting together my smfa portfolio and signing my aib application. also, i'm pacing back and forth about whether or not to apply for parsons paris pre college. and that's just the college side, which took half the day. i still have to return to high school and answer multiple choices on acids and bases and draw the anatomy of my whole body by sunday night. well over onto the side where i can please myself, i tried out the new dunkin donuts down the avenue today, walked 239084 miles around the hood, and my mom opened a debit card for me (yes!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past thursday was the college fair and it was a real wake up call. i love love love sva but not risd. now i know what they're looking for in a portfolio and grades and i know what the school is all about. you know in total, i now have two online portfolios, and two print portfolios, probably one more to come. the next happiest day of my life is when i get accepted to a reach school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIzVCye1cl8/TZj_14xkahI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rrTP0leVV_U/s1600/grass%2Bcubic%2Bsmoke%2Bfinal.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIzVCye1cl8/TZj_14xkahI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rrTP0leVV_U/s400/grass%2Bcubic%2Bsmoke%2Bfinal.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591500238618913298" 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/7812107012739990531-4231100141951340624?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4231100141951340624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4231100141951340624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-was-17.html' title='when i was 17'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O7XiHAgisIQ/TZj_0g5PwYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/dq1btso5fcA/s72-c/wave%2Bof%2Bcity%2Blights.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3621024817750513955</id><published>2011-03-25T18:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:52:36.400-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstore project'/><title type='text'>what friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WF-p_qf98Wg/TY7Ao1sSHtI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_Hcd_3SU9Bo/s1600/68300002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WF-p_qf98Wg/TY7Ao1sSHtI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_Hcd_3SU9Bo/s400/68300002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588615995453480658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2HiM6zv20I/TY7AoWtMQ7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Qc8PSrYAdec/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S2HiM6zv20I/TY7AoWtMQ7I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Qc8PSrYAdec/s400/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588615987135792050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__g8UMlpjzI/TY7AoNWEKhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fcQCiwvY6DE/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-__g8UMlpjzI/TY7AoNWEKhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/fcQCiwvY6DE/s400/001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588615984622873106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm home. early. not hanging out. on a friday. eating my baked ziti like boss. okay, i just need to tell yall i'm gonna get my shit together this weekend. i need to make up all my missing homework and print the giveaway stuff and develop old film and and snail mail the giveaway stuff. i've been so delayed on that and i'm sorry. they will def be done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post shall continue after the photo lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit&lt;/span&gt;: spent all day in park slope. one of three rolls i developed today was from our house in pennsylvania; it was half exposed and half empty. the other two rolls came out really great and i got my giveaway prints printed. the post office however failed to cooperate so i will have to buy stamps monday and everything will be sent out that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also left a print in a book for the bookstore project that i am obviously still doing with gaps here and there. it is at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;barnes and noble&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;park slope, brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;looking for alaska&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;john green&lt;/span&gt; in teen fiction. it's the book i'm currently reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbx5eMtq-8k/TY7AIKaXXWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/s8Kot-3e1MQ/s1600/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbx5eMtq-8k/TY7AIKaXXWI/AAAAAAAAAsA/s8Kot-3e1MQ/s400/2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588615434079788386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here is my photo break of me going places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmp_uOOxJ2g/TY7ApFATYiI/AAAAAAAAAso/kZBtdABXhFo/s1600/68310008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bmp_uOOxJ2g/TY7ApFATYiI/AAAAAAAAAso/kZBtdABXhFo/s400/68310008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588615999563981346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNhnnXRkSNs/TY7AoqPhuGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-k7vcrSd-MU/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JNhnnXRkSNs/TY7AoqPhuGI/AAAAAAAAAsY/-k7vcrSd-MU/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588615992380078178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v43cqGIE8Sc/TY7BSrKNhpI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QXx1env_j7Y/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v43cqGIE8Sc/TY7BSrKNhpI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QXx1env_j7Y/s400/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588616714180724370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxq-J9Pz9Tw/TY7BSyf0F-I/AAAAAAAAAs4/J9dD4azVUrs/s1600/68310024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxq-J9Pz9Tw/TY7BSyf0F-I/AAAAAAAAAs4/J9dD4azVUrs/s400/68310024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588616716150380514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v43cqGIE8Sc/TY7BSrKNhpI/AAAAAAAAAsw/QXx1env_j7Y/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3621024817750513955?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3621024817750513955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3621024817750513955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-friday.html' title='what friday'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WF-p_qf98Wg/TY7Ao1sSHtI/AAAAAAAAAsg/_Hcd_3SU9Bo/s72-c/68300002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1557160026583223576</id><published>2011-03-19T01:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T01:31:59.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hi ravn, hi noa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByR7tNRRDwA/TYQxVRIxSXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/C8DziVyujNw/s1600/02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByR7tNRRDwA/TYQxVRIxSXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/C8DziVyujNw/s400/02.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585643679293458802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allow me to type another post about what happened in a day. it was a half day so i only had two hours of school. the friends and i traveled here and there trying to find something to do. i initially suggested karoake which we have never done, and then frisbee was suggested which never happened, as well as pinkberry and park slope and chelsea. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm watching bones, aaaahah oh my god john francis daley is so cute) eneeway, it was 70+ degrees today; could not have asked for a more perfect day. (yooo, you can make electricity with tape?!) it was hot, but cold in the morning because that's how the sun rolls so i wore all dark colors outsmarting the weather in case it was cold; i was wearing a color that would attract sunlight and thin enough to move around. a walk to central park ended up on swing competitions. hungry for whole foods led to an anti-semitic dick and failure skaters at columbus circle. a walk across central park led to uo and fao schwartz. mar.y.am and phil left for the met (boring) and elizabeth, noa and i left for an adventure at dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vGD6c0J-qI/TYQxUz_1zlI/AAAAAAAAArw/gNjQrbarqH8/s1600/08.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0vGD6c0J-qI/TYQxUz_1zlI/AAAAAAAAArw/gNjQrbarqH8/s400/08.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585643671471378002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a couple getting their wedding photos.. in front of the brooklyn bridge with the middle covered with white construction... why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhC5EY-4yo4/TYQxURebHHI/AAAAAAAAAro/oHE3iSonTtU/s1600/10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhC5EY-4yo4/TYQxURebHHI/AAAAAAAAAro/oHE3iSonTtU/s400/10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585643662204410994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat there for like an hour with the sun burning our eyeballs drawing or reading and skipping rocks or at least attempting to. then hunger came over again and we stood in line for grimaldi's. thirty-three minutes later, there were still fifteen people ahead of us so we looked at the skyline after sunset and went to ignazio's instead. delicious-ass pizza but terrible service. it was like eight thirty by the time we left to take two trains home, three for me and bus ride. for sixty-five degrees at night, i wouldn't mind sleeping on my porch then but there were a lotta police paramedic situations going on in my hood at that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0bCgnfzpU8/TYQxTK-1-iI/AAAAAAAAArg/pIJ97CRn_5E/s1600/14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0bCgnfzpU8/TYQxTK-1-iI/AAAAAAAAArg/pIJ97CRn_5E/s400/14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585643643281472034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvLdUwowdnA/TYQxRcDdNAI/AAAAAAAAArY/SRTJFZBm2pY/s1600/15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UvLdUwowdnA/TYQxRcDdNAI/AAAAAAAAArY/SRTJFZBm2pY/s400/15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585643613504484354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i think i'm going to retire to bed. i have a road trip to attend to in seven hours. i like going places for ten hours in one day and walk a million miles and not minding it because in the end i'll just drop dead sound asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-1557160026583223576?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1557160026583223576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1557160026583223576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi-ravn-hi-noa.html' title='hi ravn, hi noa'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ByR7tNRRDwA/TYQxVRIxSXI/AAAAAAAAAr4/C8DziVyujNw/s72-c/02.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8389550947278258544</id><published>2011-03-13T20:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:41:36.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so where you been then</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEzaxeswFz0/TX1v02-G4qI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9nw5GShtpXM/s1600/1342.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dEzaxeswFz0/TX1v02-G4qI/AAAAAAAAArQ/9nw5GShtpXM/s400/1342.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583742066909176482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized that sometimes my 52weeks project consists of a photo that summarizes the week or a photo that i took during the week. this week is the second option. i wasn't being lazy (not really), i was just really busy. i spent all week studying for sats and finally took them yesterday. and i couldn't draw for the giveaway after that because my family wanted to drag me around outside all day. then when i got back, i tried to watch snl but my eyelids wanted to sew themselves shut so i listened to it instead and fell asleep at 1. today i woke up at 3:50pm daylight savings time. i really hate waking up super late on sundays because then i can't sleep right before the monday to come. i have a us double homework to do but i'm probably going to push that for tomorrow at school, because now i am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drawing is closed, i cut all your names and put them in a box. i've done the video, going to upload now. i am going to be busy this week also.. printing, maybe some shoots, tests, and shit like that. oh i think we get report cards too. i actually can't wait to see mine, i'm really sure i did better this time. haha i just a got a letter from america's beauty pageant's 2011 miss teen.. how did they get my information? "i'm writing to you today, to let you know that you are eligible to participate.." what?? naw. this is going in my shelf of disregarded letters. yeah, SHELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's discuss entertainment, or just listen to me write about it. i saw the csi episode 'living legend', it's definitely one of my favorites. because mickey dunn is played by roger daltrey, singer of the who, singer of the show's theme song! gahh i love ironyyy! and what is up with pro videos of 12 year old singer wannabes? so awful, terrible stuff.. just grow up first unless you're willow smith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-8389550947278258544?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8389550947278258544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>COLLIJ</title><content type='html'>this has been college week for me so far. haven't even visited any yet but been doing intense (not really) sat prep, college research, college office visits, college this, college that. i think if i went to the college presentation last night, i would've freaked out much more than i need to especially with sats on saturday. i made my decision to my mom last night about conservatory school. initially she would never support how much i love photography and art in general but i guess she finally picked it up last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realized yesterday that this spring term and next fall term is going to require some serious work around the clock all day err day. if i went on to a liberal arts school, i would study majors i don't know anything about which will bore me to death eventually. my mom was happy about the philosophy, psychology, business, communications design part but not so much the astronaut and criminal toxicologist part. my ideal school would be cornell or suny something; columbia if i was smarter. well i'm just gonna have to hold on to those things for a while because i'm going to an art school, muddafakkaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for arts, i'm gonna visit pratt, parsons, philly uni of arts, mfa boston, risd, nyu tisch and probably more. i'd like to go out of new york but i know i'd get homesick and i just found out that even going to the next state for a few years is considered way too far to my mom so i guess california, hawaii, and chicago are off the list. fo def, i will practice photography and take it further. if i lose motivation (hopefully not), i always have interior design, architecture (boring unless it's my place), and culinary to study before taking on the majors mentioned before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this spring and summer will grant me some amazing opportunities. i already have events planned for the months to come. can't wait. i wish i had money to travel the world before going to college, to try new experiences and see everything that is out there, then nothing will be wasted in the end. instead, i have to cram all the time i have left and put together a perfect portfolio and resume. god, i hate growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-2310816851928817546?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2310816851928817546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2310816851928817546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/collij.html' title='COLLIJ'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5592254607573166029</id><published>2011-03-06T14:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:57:49.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new york gurls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hBIe2SpHX4/TXPfh3dW1ZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2f8tyPz4KVo/s1600/1335.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hBIe2SpHX4/TXPfh3dW1ZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2f8tyPz4KVo/s400/1335.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581050136157934994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAkJXoa1938/TXPfinSV5rI/AAAAAAAAAqY/HjlTFO0Mi2w/s1600/1332.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iAkJXoa1938/TXPfinSV5rI/AAAAAAAAAqY/HjlTFO0Mi2w/s400/1332.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581050148996638386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my cousin vicky. i didn't really shoot much this past week so i did something difficult to her hair and took her outside. one thing i really need to practice on is night photography. i'm obviously not very good at it, on digital and film. i understand all the factors that would compose a night photo but i can't handle it. i don't carry a tripod around with me all the time.. and i gotta get new lens, this 50mm is beautiful in any kind of lighting but i need something better. a bad photo detail of her hair is below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXLean3Ebbg/TXPfjZ7nRJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_P4Gpwikmh0/s1600/1334.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JXLean3Ebbg/TXPfjZ7nRJI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_P4Gpwikmh0/s400/1334.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581050162591515794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;last night's snl was total shit after the miley cyrus show, except the strokes of course. they were so perfect and everything i love them more. they are totally back. i'm going to preorder the angles shirt and cd and vinyl package.. tomorrow. i need itttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhmg8dFbYA1qbfthlo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 278px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhmg8dFbYA1qbfthlo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anywayyy.. the free print event is coming to an end this saturday so you should enter soon... all the comments i get from you guys, i'm so flattered, i get speechless when i read them.. i just smile. i can't wait to go print them and buy stamps (a lot of you are international!) and snail mail them.. this saturday i also have to take the SATs and i'm really not prepped for it at all. i'm going to take a whole practice test today and that's all the preparation i'm going to have. and then i'm going to do the drawing, then watch snl with zach galifianakis and jessie JJJJJJJ!!! i'm so excites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: like an hour after i posted this, i had an idea to recreate santogold's studio album cover. the angle and colors are obviously not identical but i tried my best. it's kinda awkward looking but i made this the 52 weeks photo instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpcASrP65cs/TXQtSCn8JaI/AAAAAAAAArI/_EDq9FJh1GM/s1600/santogold%2Binspired%2Bcover%2Bfinal%2Bcopy%2B-%2BCopy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RpcASrP65cs/TXQtSCn8JaI/AAAAAAAAArI/_EDq9FJh1GM/s400/santogold%2Binspired%2Bcover%2Bfinal%2Bcopy%2B-%2BCopy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581135626184172962" 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/7812107012739990531-5592254607573166029?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5592254607573166029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5592254607573166029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-york-gurls.html' title='new york gurls'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5hBIe2SpHX4/TXPfh3dW1ZI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2f8tyPz4KVo/s72-c/1335.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8683652221368416745</id><published>2011-02-25T17:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:17:49.752-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just photos'/><title type='text'>second print giveaway open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evanmischelle/5477381394/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vGv1djeUrY/TWhGdmAUPzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-JQJ-WZSJwc/s400/spring%2Bprint%2Bgiveaway%2B2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577785612730384178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;ends march 12&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/7812107012739990531-8683652221368416745?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8683652221368416745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8683652221368416745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/second-print-giveaway-open.html' title='second print giveaway open'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9vGv1djeUrY/TWhGdmAUPzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-JQJ-WZSJwc/s72-c/spring%2Bprint%2Bgiveaway%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6549452259849744164</id><published>2011-02-21T23:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:17:21.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>flash dance</title><content type='html'>i just ate lasagna and lip-synced to kesha and justin bieber. with the little ones of course..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sorry about the direct post earlier today, it just has to be out there before anyone makes any accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week or something, i had a us project, which took up a lot of my time. here i am sharing the cover of the project. whyyyy? because i know nobody, especially my teacher, is going to understand that i did everything on this cover except the drawing. i'm probably going to get a low score because of the essay already but if she doesn't realize how much effort i put into making a perfect time magazine template, then everything i did was worthless. a logo large enough to not look pixelated when printed was hard to find, and then i had to grab the person of the year logo right off last year's cover with mark zuckerberg because i couldn't find any updated one large enough. i also enhanced the drawing and cloned the space where the logos are because the drawing itself was too small. everything came out PERFECT though and i was really happy with the outcome. i know that this is kind of an egotistical post but if my teacher doesn't understand how perfect i see it, i might cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1n_jn2Jz4vY/TVcb5mwLnJI/AAAAAAAAApA/xejCiEIuMmQ/s1600/1298.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1n_jn2Jz4vY/TVcb5mwLnJI/AAAAAAAAApA/xejCiEIuMmQ/s400/1298.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572953740363406482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i shot some instaxes yesterday because i missed the sun. yall seem to really love my sister's room, well you should've seen my expression when it finished developing. the brown and greenness of it is so awesome. what i also love about this instax camera is that it knows when to use automatic flash (when it's dark and not enough natural sunlight is given)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ46gNbhdoU/TWM4HphR-rI/AAAAAAAAApo/lbwzVpvVaGI/s1600/k.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vJ46gNbhdoU/TWM4HphR-rI/AAAAAAAAApo/lbwzVpvVaGI/s400/k.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576362467670489778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unfortunately, it didn't feel the same way with my room. the angle came out shitty and the flash went off which kind of annoyed me. it totally changes the atmosphere..  but my room is in a way darker than my sister's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjcjZzJCwmM/TWM4IGzJY6I/AAAAAAAAApw/KjW5cbbqDd4/s1600/j.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjcjZzJCwmM/TWM4IGzJY6I/AAAAAAAAApw/KjW5cbbqDd4/s400/j.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576362475530052514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjE4SNTpx60/TWM4JUxKbxI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vKNyN65pGHk/s1600/m1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qjE4SNTpx60/TWM4JUxKbxI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vKNyN65pGHk/s400/m1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576362496459697938" 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/7812107012739990531-6549452259849744164?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6549452259849744164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6549452259849744164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/flash-dance.html' title='flash dance'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1n_jn2Jz4vY/TVcb5mwLnJI/AAAAAAAAApA/xejCiEIuMmQ/s72-c/1298.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7623917892433220727</id><published>2011-02-21T12:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:31:07.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just sayin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>i'd really hate to do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but if i see just one more photo of mine going uncredited, i'm gonna have to either put ugly watermarks on them or ask tumblr to deny sharing my flickr stream.&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/7812107012739990531-7623917892433220727?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7623917892433220727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7623917892433220727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/id-really-hate-to-do-this.html' title='i&apos;d really hate to do this'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8360159076131002174</id><published>2011-02-20T00:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:28:07.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shake it like a ladder to the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPKHU_SNyJ4/TWCt86IaXVI/AAAAAAAAApg/fvPtCHPw2PQ/s1600/1302r4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPKHU_SNyJ4/TWCt86IaXVI/AAAAAAAAApg/fvPtCHPw2PQ/s400/1302r4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575647600592969042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i had a promising week, a good one since a very long time. maybe because we had two really nice warm days and it was the last week of school before break. i don't like that mother nature suddenly decided to drop the temperature by thirty degrees so soon or that it'll snow soon. i'm going to try to make the most of my break this following week. aside from homework and massive self sat prep, i need to learn to have fun again. i plan on leaving the house every day except the day it snows, and do what i can. we won't even have a single day off in march so i might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above photo is from club. the objective was to compose the still life the way we want it to be seen. i took several other photos but i really wanted to apply my geometric skills on this one. i just saw it coming when i uploaded it. it's not very noticeable at a smaller size but i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrhV19ByCCQ/TWCt8AzR5nI/AAAAAAAAApY/cj3ygbV9p0k/s1600/1303.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrhV19ByCCQ/TWCt8AzR5nI/AAAAAAAAApY/cj3ygbV9p0k/s400/1303.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575647585203512946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;luckily wednesday night, i didn't have any exams to study for or any work to do at all so i spent afterschool preparing my little sister's kindergarten class birthday party. 23 cupcakes with yellow/pink marble cake, dyed vanilla and hershey chocolate frosting, and star sprinkles. i made the stupid cupcake holder for the box all by myself. it was a frustrating experience, especially when i found out after cutting 24 cupcake-sized holes on the cardboard that the tray was three inches too big for the box. well that's over now. i remember my own kindergarten birthday party. i remember nagging my teacher about it and exactly what i wore and every student in my class. i'm still close friends with only one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwjZ6VTy6RU/TWCt7mbs8VI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zgOPcVOSBWc/s1600/1321.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwjZ6VTy6RU/TWCt7mbs8VI/AAAAAAAAApQ/zgOPcVOSBWc/s400/1321.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575647578125300050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xGABTFI7Q4/TWCt64OxgfI/AAAAAAAAApI/7KmnqpD68_w/s1600/1320.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xGABTFI7Q4/TWCt64OxgfI/AAAAAAAAApI/7KmnqpD68_w/s400/1320.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575647565723042290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today, er yesterday, allyson and i finally went ice skating at the pond again. all you losers out there who despise this wonderful activity, i don't think we should be friends. there's nothing better than going fast and slipping between cracks to dodge people and have the wind breathe through your face and hair. swinging though, is kind of the same thing, at least to me it is because i used to swing at the park where children were let loose and would walk unaware beneath my flying feet (it's not my fault if you get kicked). obviously, i got a very red nose after all of it but the wind was actually gusting over 40 mph all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing hungry afterward, we wanted to try out the smile in soho. it's cute, yes i approve, it's downstairs and very cozy but the humidity of it when we walked in damaged my vision (glasses). plus, we basically got kicked out because the sassy australian accent waitress said they weren't serving lunch any more and that dinner was in thirty minutes. so the fuck what! we're hungry, bitch! your loss. so we went to try out pulino's italian restaurant more up on houston. keith mcnally's recent creation of an eatery was fabbb. if you go check out this 1841 townhouse restaurant, you gottttta go to the bathroom. it's kind of creepy but since i was the only one there at the time, it kinda makes sense.. it's very very antique, with rusty mirrors, subway tile floors, and foggy glass doors.. i don't think i've ever been in a cooler restroom. this girl, who could've been my twin (asian gurl with long hair and glasses), with her camera walked in when i was washing my hands and as i was leaving she started taking photos of the bathroom. i would've done the same but if i walked in on someone washing their hands, i don't think i would've had the guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i guess i had a pretty satisfying week. i think i'll go to the museum tomorrow, just because i want to go out and shoot and it's free. teehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-8360159076131002174?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8360159076131002174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8360159076131002174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/shake-it-like-ladder-to-sun.html' title='shake it like a ladder to the sun'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nPKHU_SNyJ4/TWCt86IaXVI/AAAAAAAAApg/fvPtCHPw2PQ/s72-c/1302r4.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3552524024183849291</id><published>2011-02-14T18:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:47:22.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rachel antonoff f/w 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yessss. i discovered about this saturday while it was still happening and it drove me crazy upset. this was rachel antonoff for fall/winter 2011 and she didn't host the show at lincoln center. instead, she borrowed our school gymnasium! i recognized the gym right away from another video but then i thought it would be possible for other schools to have similar looking gyms so i researched it and fuck yaaaa, laguardia high school reppp!! i am definitely in love with her inspiration of the virgin suicides and a high school dance. i'm making this post now because i have gym tomorrow and i still expect some party leftovers there. probs not, but still, yknow. there's a volleyball stuck between the pipes in the ceiling still.. so maybe there would be a balloon or something to reassure the show's existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i know i didn't upload any 52weeks photo for last week but that doesn't mean i didn't take any. i was crammed saturday doing a us project and then sunday, i sat in my parents room with my sister for eleventhousand hours watching a horror film marathon on oxygen. i also noticed i've been really slow on flickr. sorrayz. the weather is lifting and it was BEAUTIFUL today. it will be for the rest of the week and next week is break so i'm expecting some great adventures. gotta clean out my bag now. watch this video of the fashion presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/URrYA3VgWdE?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="295"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3552524024183849291?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3552524024183849291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3552524024183849291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/rachel-antonoff-fw-2011.html' title='rachel antonoff f/w 2011'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/URrYA3VgWdE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7432754783930919386</id><published>2011-02-12T00:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:32:25.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>these are some things that happened today:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm going to bullet them because i am super lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i walked into the pharmacy 6:40 in the morning, i wasn't looking for anything, just tried to wake myself up in a warm place waiting for the bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the backup drive in photography class crashed (4eva). i backed some of my stuff up on a flash drive but not everything. sucks for those who worked too hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dreaded another period of anatomy (i hate ittt)(i hate graphittte)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sat on one butt cheek with aiss at lunch (bc there is no room for anyone on those high school musical tables) (so comfortable)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finished a whole math test (for once)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;starved (i was looking forward to breakfast but bayli is stupid and didn't want to assist me)(and i didn't make lunch because i was in a hurry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walked into the deli and remembered it was fashion week when a non local customer complimented on my cheap outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;helped a group of tourist girls get to soho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talked about making pancakes on a pig shaped frying pan with a uo salesclerk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gave a whole dollar bill to a dude i didn't know on line for the mta machines. i had no idea what he was asking for, all i heard was can you lend.. cents.. or something.. a dollar..iunno.. a little help... i really don't know and i don't know why i couldn't just give him all my change. he had a baby in a stroller so i tried to help and gave a buck mainly bc i was lazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i come home to hear that another murder(s)(three and two injured) occured in the hood today. and it happened around where i grew up! it's just a few avenues away and this killah is still on the loose which is scurrraay. too bad he looks like every german/russian dude around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is 12:30 am now and i am making my valentines things before i forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-7432754783930919386?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7432754783930919386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7432754783930919386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/these-are-some-things-that-happened.html' title='these are some things that happened today:'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5150895640566261713</id><published>2011-02-05T23:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:06:17.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4jyRc-7RI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b1UaQ0RWqco/s1600/22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4jyRc-7RI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b1UaQ0RWqco/s400/22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570429135689280786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no, i don't have a clever title. i never do.. they're usually song titles anyway. this is my last year as technically a child. quite sad, i'm worried i won't have as much fun as i did the past year since there is more academic stress this school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4j0rZKF0I/AAAAAAAAAoo/MqJkRani7_E/s1600/15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4j0rZKF0I/AAAAAAAAAoo/MqJkRani7_E/s400/15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570429177012295490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4jz_vVfuI/AAAAAAAAAog/EOhUaTOiNSM/s1600/14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4jz_vVfuI/AAAAAAAAAog/EOhUaTOiNSM/s400/14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570429165294157538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we chose to go to two boots last night to celebrate, it was fit for the  atmosphere and we were familiar with the menu for a last minute  restaurant. i would mention all seven people that we bumped into on the  way there and home but i don't really know most of them. it was just  weird but cool. we were supposed to celebrate aissatou's early birthday  too but she couldn't make it, neither could phil. :( it was just  katherine, elizabeth, liz, noa, allyson and me. i like small groups. we  were mad hungz and had many silent eating moments because it was just  pretty fucking deliciously satisfying. our waitress reminded me of  scarlett johannson in between scoop and ghost world. it was some other  kid's birthday, and he got sang for first. but then we ordered dessert  and she put a candle on it. my day was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4jzOyOx_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/s18T6pysF20/s1600/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4jzOyOx_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/s18T6pysF20/s400/01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570429152152963058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we stopped by barnes and noble later to digest, swooning over pre-teen magazines. i remember those days.. "embarrassing moments", "fact or rumor", the quizzes, and then the huge posters of what is now of rising disney stars i have never seen before and justin beiber. it was really late when we had to leave, and liz had to pee. in emergency, we stopped by crunch fitness and the dude was nice and let her relieve herself there. her dad picked us up, because they love me, and we almost ran over one of the alley cats on my block. funny shit. then.. i got home, edited the photos (rest on fb), read some hp7, forget to shower, and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4j1e8Et2I/AAAAAAAAAow/JUlRE1VTnw8/s1600/23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4j1e8Et2I/AAAAAAAAAow/JUlRE1VTnw8/s400/23.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570429190848952162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i did nothing today. i'm up to my last few "potato crisps" (just realized they're not called chips) of my bbq pringles can. i woke up at 1:30 in the afternoon. i couldn't leave because it was going to be ugly out, like every birthday (my mom said i was born on a blizzard day). my younger cousin and my little sister drew me cards and put them in a manila envelope. it was pretty cute, especially how she drew me riding on a bike. i asked her why and she said because i wanted a bike.. things little kids remember. the rest of the day, i leveled three times on maplestory like a true asian, watched the new episode of csi, and watched some jake and amir with my sister until my mom got home. i didn't get the cake i wanted.. because it was too pricy (but i shall definitely get it next year or i'll be real disappointed).. but my aunt got the guy to make it to my taste and it was perfectly fresh. my favorite birthday cakes are the chinese sponge cakes. i love the excessive fruit and the cream and i guess it's because i grew up with them. aw, it's 11:59. i'm officially seventeen and a day old in a minute. let's hope for a year a hundred times better than the last, it was amazing and i thank everyone in my personal and virtual life. lol im out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4kWAtHHGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4XN1aTN5rQI/s1600/1292.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4kWAtHHGI/AAAAAAAAAo4/4XN1aTN5rQI/s400/1292.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570429749668813922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i made bsp#2. i'm sad i didn't get to leave anything at the park slope b+n yesterday. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-5150895640566261713?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5150895640566261713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5150895640566261713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TU4jyRc-7RI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/b1UaQ0RWqco/s72-c/22.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7258110252600231919</id><published>2011-02-03T18:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:26:24.302-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstore project'/><title type='text'>bsp #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUs3wbihfeI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1KzQXPBUOvg/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUs3wbihfeI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1KzQXPBUOvg/s400/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569606669339557346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;location&lt;/span&gt;: borders @ columbus circle ny, ny (photography - anthologies section)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt;: a year of mornings: 3911 miles apart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; maria alexandra vettese + stephanie congdon barnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photobook is pretty fantastic. i spent an hour one day admiring every page. it's kind of like a 365 project but between two people who have never met. you should check it out even if you can't get the photo i left in there. i would have ironically left it in never let me go by kazuo ishiguro but these girls were picking them up when i looked for it, and it was a relatively much visited section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-7258110252600231919?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7258110252600231919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7258110252600231919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/bsp-1.html' title='bsp #1'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUs3wbihfeI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1KzQXPBUOvg/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-8880452552944222184</id><published>2011-02-02T17:29:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:24:42.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstore project'/><title type='text'>bookstore scavengers project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maureen_sill/5351045376/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5165/5351045376_e00cfeeffd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is kind of like an interactive project with my followers that i thought up on the subway today. things just come in my head at the weirdest times. it's not exclusive to those followers, just anyone interested, it's for fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the idea is that i'll leave notes, flat objects, photos, etc. in between pages of books (hopefully ones that i assume nobody would touch), and i will give out the exact location for you to find it. i honestly don't think anyone would go out and do such a thing for me but the item will be there for however long it has to. i'll keep a list of the locations i've left the stuff at; if it's no longer there, it's obviously gone. i guess it's just a souvenir for you, if you want it, go and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked for your cities because i like to travel, so if i happen to go on a trip over there, i will intentionally leave things behind. i have no desire to let go of this project in the next 560 years so i'll keep this up for as long as i can. i don't see any holes in this idea so i'm going to start with it next time i'm at a bookstore. sorry for those who don't live in the new york city area.. i'm going to have a print giveaway this spring though :D more details soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: i'm going to use all my extra silver-gelatin prints and make something out of them to slip in books. i have so many from last semester... not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://evanslist.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:140%;" &gt;PS: THIS IS MY BDAY WISHLIST TELL ALL YOUR FRANS + BUY ME STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-8880452552944222184?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8880452552944222184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/8880452552944222184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/bookstore-scavengers-project.html' title='bookstore scavengers project'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5165/5351045376_e00cfeeffd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6990637385127023945</id><published>2011-01-29T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:25:07.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>captain excellent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUTPmz622aI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SBq0SGx8TIw/s1600/1286.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUTPmz622aI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SBq0SGx8TIw/s400/1286.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567803305015826850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching paper man right now. i guess it's supposed to be about a confused writer who moved to montauk (where there is nothing). nothing in nothing. i feel like nothing. i'm supposed to be very excited this time of month. chinese new year and my birthday is approaching and i haven't been a tad happy about it. well maybe except yesterday, when my mom and grandma realized it was my chinese birthday. (i'm supposed to be 18 if i lived in china, cool shit right?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should write about my week now. i never feel like doing it, especially if it's been an unproductive, lame week. firstly, let me notify you that the third or fourth heavy blizzard this winter dumped itself on us this week. what did i do monday? don't remember. tuesday, i went to school when noone else did and retook the trig regents. no pressure, because my art teacher of three years was my proctor and there were only five kids in the room, probably approximately 20 people in the entire building. wednesday, nothing, i didn't expect to do anything, it was my first real day off during the break. i had a specific schedule for thursday, i even went to bed early. but no, that was when the heavy snow fell on us and the mayor for once decided to close schools and not prepare the city for it, which was unusual because it wasn't a normal school day for high school students so doing that really drove us insane. friday, i walked to and from the mall with amanda, didn't buy anything, just needed to do something. i wore very weather-inappropriate shoes for the walk, which almost resulted me in multiple deaths. after swearing ninety-nine percent of the way, i zombie-walked home alone because i lost amanda on the way and i was so furious, i just couldn't express it. i finished all my written homework, the only assignments left, i have to go out and buy. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched csi all week though. and in conclusion of my on/off marathon, decided i should work hard in chemistry for real because working in forensics would actually be nice. i don't' want to be a crime scene investigator, i want be a lab rat, as a trace technician, mainly because i have the abilities minus chemistry knowledge to be one and that i can't handle death. that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm going to upload my 52weeks photo to display how nothing i am this week and watch this weird movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/images/paperman-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 494px; height: 251px;" src="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/images/paperman-1.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/7812107012739990531-6990637385127023945?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6990637385127023945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6990637385127023945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/captain-excellent.html' title='captain excellent'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUTPmz622aI/AAAAAAAAAn8/SBq0SGx8TIw/s72-c/1286.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7332217029240556934</id><published>2011-01-28T22:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:24:31.420-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just sayin'/><title type='text'>my 5 year old sister and i</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just had a legit conversation about CSI.&lt;br /&gt;her favorite character is wendy (bc she's a girl), mine are nick and hodges&lt;br /&gt;(because they're so chill).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.whatsontv.co.uk/tvspy/files/2009/04/tcdcsii_ec201_h_csi-crime-scene-investigation-wallace.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUOIE7lcRQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TE7hFfnsH8c/s1600/csi%2Bfav%2Bcharacters.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUOIE7lcRQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TE7hFfnsH8c/s400/csi%2Bfav%2Bcharacters.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567443182655653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seat42f.com/images/stories/tvshows/CSI/Season10/S1004/CSI-Nick-Stokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-7332217029240556934?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7332217029240556934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7332217029240556934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-5-year-old-sister-and-i.html' title='my 5 year old sister and i'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUOIE7lcRQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/TE7hFfnsH8c/s72-c/csi%2Bfav%2Bcharacters.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6818659017875495176</id><published>2011-01-26T18:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:05:50.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just photos'/><title type='text'>ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some doodles + sketches such as &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evanmischelle/4820323900/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in moleskine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx4qLqsII/AAAAAAAAAnE/r6VISQpGWvY/s1600/a.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx4qLqsII/AAAAAAAAAnE/r6VISQpGWvY/s400/a.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566644726383947906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx5UyQUkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MsCDHduvxIg/s1600/b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx5UyQUkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MsCDHduvxIg/s400/b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566644737820086850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx5039m8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/WzYRzEbYzGY/s1600/c.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx5039m8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/WzYRzEbYzGY/s400/c.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566644746433960898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx5UyQUkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/MsCDHduvxIg/s1600/b.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx63n9ILI/AAAAAAAAAnc/F-QvdFZFlSc/s1600/d.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx63n9ILI/AAAAAAAAAnc/F-QvdFZFlSc/s400/d.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566644764351996082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;behind a report card:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx7cRL1oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/OEkM04Xod8Y/s1600/e.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx7cRL1oI/AAAAAAAAAnk/OEkM04Xod8Y/s400/e.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566644774188603010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in a planner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUC1uct2QtI/AAAAAAAAAns/QZM5Zm_vOxc/s1600/f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUC1uct2QtI/AAAAAAAAAns/QZM5Zm_vOxc/s400/f.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566648949017035474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doodler at heart because i hate drawing, especially with graphite&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/7812107012739990531-6818659017875495176?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6818659017875495176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6818659017875495176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/some-doodles-sketches-such-as-here.html' title='ink'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TUCx4qLqsII/AAAAAAAAAnE/r6VISQpGWvY/s72-c/a.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1779781615180606217</id><published>2011-01-22T17:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:02:02.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just photos'/><title type='text'>little things around the rooms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZby9ZM4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/OoWLg0_6_-o/s1600/h.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZby9ZM4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/OoWLg0_6_-o/s400/h.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140098616996738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZa_ltKKI/AAAAAAAAAms/ai5RYPwCUEM/s1600/g.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZa_ltKKI/AAAAAAAAAms/ai5RYPwCUEM/s400/g.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140084827433122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZaPVHXCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zN-ZqRI6qXo/s1600/f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZaPVHXCI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zN-ZqRI6qXo/s400/f.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565140071872945186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZEnZIhLI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2BF-OMWHTyQ/s1600/e.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZEnZIhLI/AAAAAAAAAmc/2BF-OMWHTyQ/s400/e.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139700375127218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZDyVV9LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/n69pmIRuVI8/s1600/d.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZDyVV9LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/n69pmIRuVI8/s400/d.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139686132151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZCiaXotI/AAAAAAAAAmM/n-PPtH-RPQ4/s1600/c.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZCiaXotI/AAAAAAAAAmM/n-PPtH-RPQ4/s400/c.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139664678396626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZCEoT_kI/AAAAAAAAAmE/oL38QAQkjuY/s1600/b.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZCEoT_kI/AAAAAAAAAmE/oL38QAQkjuY/s400/b.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139656683814466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZBYF-6pI/AAAAAAAAAl8/bSbiAajSamc/s1600/a.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZBYF-6pI/AAAAAAAAAl8/bSbiAajSamc/s400/a.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139644728666770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtYflAMaxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/BSZhdhHNkPU/s1600/1273.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtYflAMaxI/AAAAAAAAAl0/BSZhdhHNkPU/s400/1273.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565139064078494482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTthmvmud9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/cl8gulhLI10/s1600/1274.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTthmvmud9I/AAAAAAAAAm8/cl8gulhLI10/s400/1274.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565149082788198354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spring cleaning?&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/7812107012739990531-1779781615180606217?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1779781615180606217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1779781615180606217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-things-around-rooms.html' title='little things around the rooms'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTtZby9ZM4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/OoWLg0_6_-o/s72-c/h.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-56193135324893541</id><published>2011-01-20T20:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:14:00.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wait up you never get nervous anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a few photos from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-not-fight-im-tired-cant-we-just.html"&gt;this day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjlu0W8c5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/_jceyu2YcGI/s1600/IMG_0001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjlu0W8c5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/_jceyu2YcGI/s320/IMG_0001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564449932107871122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjlxbn2JuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cvHXUrveuYk/s1600/IMG_0007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjlxbn2JuI/AAAAAAAAAlk/cvHXUrveuYk/s320/IMG_0007.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564449977007482594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjlv4lxifI/AAAAAAAAAlc/LKKRIO2uQGI/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjlv4lxifI/AAAAAAAAAlc/LKKRIO2uQGI/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564449950423681522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i developed this roll on monday. didn't get around to uploading it till now because of finals. i totally (insert more appropriate word than raped) them, that's how i feel. oh wait, i didn't get to take my chemistry final yet. story is.. here we go. i am obviously jinxed with waking up on time during any day that has to do with chemistry. it's my first class.. i'm always late because i live over an hour away. i woke up hella late today. i started walking down the bus station line hoping i would catch the bus along the way and not waste my time at the same time. the bus comes when i'm nearing the subway and i feel for some dunkin donuts breakfast. nope, the line is loaded with st edmunds kids. frustrated, i speedwalk to the subway cursing in my head. every few stops, the train halts and the most annoying automated announcement comes on blablablalbaDELAYED, TRAIN TRAFFIC AHEADblablalbalbal. i'm standing too, which never happens to me, i always got a seat because i was usually early but no. i'm standing there trying to study for my last final of the week and trying to balance myself and not fall over when the train accelerates. this was the longest delay this year. some accident happened apparently. i don't care what happened, my chem teacher doesn't care what happened, i needed to get my ass at school pronto. well i don't get to lincoln center until nine something. i began debating whether to even go to class or to make up the final or some other excuse and then liz came out of nowhere. and then allyson came out of nowhere. we came from three different subways, all together delayed. i was so ready for this final! well, i'll bring it down tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm super tired from today. i only had one class and was dismissed at 11:30am. what the hell was i gonna do?, shopping! yes, alone. it's depressing but everyone else was at school and i wasn't going to go home and do nothing. instead, i went to herald square and schlopped around then to the mall near home. i was walking for five hours straight. i wanted to drop dead. so i bought a lemonade! that doesn't cure anything by the way. i was just thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go to sleep reeeal early tonight, because school is on regular schedule now that finals are over. the only thing to worry about after tomorrow is the trig regent and then i'm rolling out. my god, it needs to stop snowing like really, stop. snowing. spring, i am calling you out. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjrCvgpRDI/AAAAAAAAAls/VSjyh0tDPWI/s1600/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjrCvgpRDI/AAAAAAAAAls/VSjyh0tDPWI/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564455771961902130" 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/7812107012739990531-56193135324893541?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/56193135324893541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/56193135324893541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/wait-up-you-never-get-nervous-anymore.html' title='wait up you never get nervous anymore'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TTjlu0W8c5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/_jceyu2YcGI/s72-c/IMG_0001.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5476259080121629583</id><published>2011-01-14T23:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:13:56.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>beautiful calm driving deep sea pearl diving</title><content type='html'>yes, i'm in a sia mood again. it's almost midnight on this very friday, and i'm gnawing on my last kit kat bar while the mtv skins party is going on. i could have invited myself for sleigh bells, oh wait i did, but it's not worth waiting out 10 at night in 12 degree weather among ten thousand other people in a warehouse on a dock that nobody's heard of. this week has been absolutely dreadful. my eyeballs want to crawl deep into my sockets and hibernate there forever. this was my last minute week, the week where i stress over trying to put everything in school together before finals and the next semester. never again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday, i did not go to chem (already failed a resolution) because i simply overslept. i was not looking forward to anything but a snow day for wednesday. nobody gave a fuck if it was going to be 8 inches, nobody wanted to go to school. so that day i went to soho myself looking for a birthday present for noa, which is not avaliable in stores so i kind of wasted my time. didn't really care because i knew i wasn't going to school wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday, i was actually prepared to go to school. my two alarms went off, turned them off and never woke up again until my sister got up. when i heard her return to her room after her alarm and didn't make any noise, i assumed it was a snow day and made myself comfortable in bed again. two hours after my alarm my mom assures me that the mta and schools are opened. for the next twenty minutes, i just laid in bed wondering and fantasizing about all the student's angry reactions toward bloomberg. awful awful. i woke up again at one and don't remember doing anything except watching all good things. confusing movie, but it kinda helped further the case to people who aren't aware of this missing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday, was noa's birthday. the school expected robert de niro as a visitor, alumni of course! my photography teacher got all ready and nervous for his arrival. i left for the bathroom once and when i came back, she got excited, aww. he never showed up in our class and broke out tender hearts. that focker. but he did visit my other teacher, who is extremely fond of famed people, but she acted if it was no big deal to us. afterschool, the mta decided to stall every train going to brighton. normally, i wouldn't care and chat away the time but i had a timed schedule for completing my homework and preparing my portfolio in one night and such and dis bitch goes ahead and stops functioning. the bus ride home took just as long. i got home at eight, leaving me two hours to do everything including dinner and shower before the time i should go to bed. i stayed up till 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, i surprisingly woke up early and got to school on time, AND.. wait for it, went to first period! wuttt i kno lol first time this week. reg ol day, except volleyball. it was aggressive and i cried so hard from laughter. i don't even know, you had to be there. now i'm at home, typing with my droopy eyes, while some losers are partying like losers for a loser show about losers okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i feel bad about: after my first photoessay roll, i thought i would complete at least two color rolls of film before the next photoessay roll because i had plans but no, a certain somebody likes to crush promises. therefore, i'm going to get a lower grade because i currently have color film on my ae-1, fourteenth frame, and i refuse to waste it away. the film, the processing, etc costs money, this photoessay doesn't. i'd rather get a lower grade and explain why. other than that, i'm going to try to finish it this weekend, and start that damn roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope your week was just as fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-5476259080121629583?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5476259080121629583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5476259080121629583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/beautiful-calm-driving-deep-sea-pearl.html' title='beautiful calm driving deep sea pearl diving'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3331417463986357692</id><published>2011-01-10T19:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:37:54.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's not fight, i'm tired, cant we just sleep tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSujLP-NZsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/0jyf_-8o0ao/s1600/1235.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSujLP-NZsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/0jyf_-8o0ao/s320/1235.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560717578580354754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo from summer 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;soon we'll be found - sia&lt;br /&gt;our grand central plan was off. allys and kp had to finish a test (on conference day!), buggers. so i went to time warner and looked at cards waiting for them. we went to magnolia bakery afterward, such a yummy place. kp is going to apply for a job there, i might too. it's really close to school and their atmosphere is so delicious and the employees are so friendly. after satisfying our sweet tooth, we walked to columbus circle for the train. i noticed a crowd outside the empire hotel, of course gossip girl filming. allyson and katherine the "drama majors" they are, went up so close to the set, it wasn't allowed. i was eavesdropping what the brazilian fangirls behind me were saying while waiting for my legs to numb out from the cold. i couldn't understand portuguese but they definitely were not from the neighborhood. the cold took over and we left, we didn't see anyone. i don't even watch this show anymore. none of us do. we stopped by chace's trailer and we chatted up with Q, chace and blake's bodyguard. how suddenly cool are we? he basically gave us a friendly lecture about what his job is. the conversation between the two were so long, i'm sure he'll recognize us next time. the things they talked about.. blake's favorite cake. what&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/7812107012739990531-3331417463986357692?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3331417463986357692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3331417463986357692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-not-fight-im-tired-cant-we-just.html' title='let&apos;s not fight, i&apos;m tired, cant we just sleep tonight?'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSujLP-NZsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/0jyf_-8o0ao/s72-c/1235.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-4426400102671806048</id><published>2011-01-09T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:38:37.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday settings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL4X1sDzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FuZZjsMXV-8/s1600/1272.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL4X1sDzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FuZZjsMXV-8/s320/1272.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560269753042079538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep at 2am last night doing homework. and then i woke up in the middle of the night because i had a foot cramp. i had a weird dream that i only recalled when i woke up this afternoon. i wish i didn't forget, because it had allyson and one of my elementary friends in it. so far after getting out of bed, i ate brunch alone, ignored my brother for a whole thirty minutes when he asked for soda, and in my sunday sweats i reminisced some instax photos, including one i took last night of my very unorganized closet, and then took some sunday photos to show you guys how my life is on this very afternoon (boring). it's too cold to go outside, but i'm glad that i finally shot in natural daylight after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL0ETTMkI/AAAAAAAAAks/zfKVU0goek8/s1600/1268.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL0ETTMkI/AAAAAAAAAks/zfKVU0goek8/s320/1268.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560269679078093378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to get my new prescription for my glasses. it's actually really sad for me when i have to go to the optometrist. it only reminds me that my eyesight is getting even worse. i'll probably be blind in a few decades. tomorrow (i notice i never use the word tomorrow here), i will be going on an adventure at grand central with allyson. (gee, it is strange to tell you guys my plans). i'm gonna leave it there, it's no fun to tell everything. sooo, i have to finish some chemistry homework, .. and then maybe watch tv.. i should clean my closet but i'm lazy. i'm so glad the sun is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL20CqUVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/B_L2SMUnQVo/s1600/1270.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL20CqUVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/B_L2SMUnQVo/s320/1270.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560269726252945746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL01b2BWI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sAf1M1VtZkE/s1600/1269.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL01b2BWI/AAAAAAAAAk0/sAf1M1VtZkE/s320/1269.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560269692267267426" 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/7812107012739990531-4426400102671806048?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4426400102671806048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4426400102671806048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-settings.html' title='sunday settings'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSoL4X1sDzI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FuZZjsMXV-8/s72-c/1272.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6548136918563233872</id><published>2011-01-07T22:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:40:45.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>pride + prejudice + exhaustion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e84/starsbutterflies/Potential%20Deleted%20Scenes/BingleyDarcy_Revisit_Longbourn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 274px;" src="http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e84/starsbutterflies/Potential%20Deleted%20Scenes/BingleyDarcy_Revisit_Longbourn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this movie. it makes you fall in love with love. i just finished completing it for the second time, sixth time watching from the beginning, in the past month. it was required for my british literature class, which is why i'm so into it right now. it was on my list to read but i was never given that push to actually read it until it was mandated this semester. i also just finished the book today. i have to confess that i do not like the endings in neither the book nor movie. the alternate north american ending in the movie is cute and romantic but i was little disappointed in the one in the book. my friend elizabeth also noticed that jane austen never wrote about their weddings in detail, which would have been entertaining but i probably would not have included it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a wannabe film critic, one of my favorite genres ever are old century england films, along with ones about life and teenagers by john hughes. yeah, i guess i have a thing for romance. i also have a thing for shark movies too. though the kind of movies i am absolutely never fond of are the ones where real life animals talk. it bugs me that animals besides parrots and dolphins are able to communicate like humans. it freaks me out and if i were ever forced to watch one, i'd be bothered by the moving mouths than the animation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, it snowed today. i was pretty mad that when i left the house this morning there wasn't snow on the ground until i got on the subway. then when i was in school looking out at the view of this five inch snow shower, i just began to hate snow so much. i might have posted that snow is beautiful and whatnot and yes it is, but only when i'm not in school. i wore the wrong shoes for this kind of weather and it would ruin afterschool plans. therefore, we went straight home even though it wasn't snowing, nor were there any fresh snow on the ground, it all melted. i was also reminded today about retaking regents in two weeks. i lied and told my teacher that i was definitely ready to take it. why the fuck should one ever say that especially with a 65, 66, 73, and an 89 on tests. i'm actually really fucked and i blame all of this to my trig teacher last year. i can't even rant about how awful he was and how much all this is his fault because this is a public blog. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to do right now. i'm tired but i want to watch a movie or talk to someone. the one person i've had in mind to talk to doesn't talk to me anymore, so that's out. i don't have a 52week photo from the weekdays because this week has been horrid and slow and dreadful and exhausting even though i've had about three subs, watched two movies, and one preview in the course. i don't have the energy to try for one right now either, or to complete the assignment for club. i wish i had a laptop again. i would watch movies and talk to people on my bed and fall asleep in the middle of it. i wish it was summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6548136918563233872?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6548136918563233872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6548136918563233872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/pride-prejudice-exhaustion.html' title='pride + prejudice + exhaustion'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e84/starsbutterflies/Potential%20Deleted%20Scenes/th_BingleyDarcy_Revisit_Longbourn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5178264229629157727</id><published>2011-01-04T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T18:34:07.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>making it to Radar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on tumblr is no big deal. i mean how often does this happen:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSOtnYVb_3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/Z45tG_C3vHU/s1600/flickr%2Bviews%2Bup.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSOtnYVb_3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/Z45tG_C3vHU/s320/flickr%2Bviews%2Bup.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558477257164193650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though. i thank tumblr and everyone for the messages and comments and follows and etc. they mean so so much. i created this tumblr initially for inspiration and self-motivation for myself. posting and sharing what i find has obviously opened a new window. well i just wanted to make a post thanking all that i can give. now if people in school would notice me.. LOLWHUTJK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have to do my homework now.&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/7812107012739990531-5178264229629157727?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5178264229629157727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5178264229629157727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/making-it-to-radar.html' title='making it to Radar'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSOtnYVb_3I/AAAAAAAAAkk/Z45tG_C3vHU/s72-c/flickr%2Bviews%2Bup.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-2216439631991527994</id><published>2011-01-02T20:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:31:55.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sundays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSElW_LZa3I/AAAAAAAAAkc/kMJyMDPSwC0/s1600/1260r1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSElW_LZa3I/AAAAAAAAAkc/kMJyMDPSwC0/s320/1260r1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557764491998489458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSElWf6ALvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/slJ2WW5nqxg/s1600/1259.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSElWf6ALvI/AAAAAAAAAkU/slJ2WW5nqxg/s320/1259.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557764483604033266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone hates sundays. i hate sundays because the ominous of the ominous occurs on me. it's like bad luck day. besides the fact that i have to complete, prepare, and freak out before the next school day, bad things happen to me at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i wake up late, which i did today, i don't fall asleep till much later than normal. last night, i cleaned every corner of my room except one which doesn't matter, so i was satisfied with my life when i went to bed. today i woke up to my mom accusing me of misplacing a large scarf my grandma made for me. i wanted to strangle something because my mother took that scarf weeks ago and said she would attach a button onto it, but instead i saw it lying around in her room afterward. i yell back that she took it and she's all what are you crazy i didn't take it. and then i slept for another five minutes and woke up to my brother yelling and screaming and not shutting the fuck up downstairs. i got out of bed and took a soft slipper and threw it down the stairs. after brunch, i walked to the photo lab and checked in two rolls of film (color!). i was so excited and happy, i didn't care that my boots were killing my toes. this new guy was there, i guess i don't usually go there on sundays, and he didn't ask for a deposit (which is nice). i always go to this lab but the last time i went there, they exposed all the frames i took of my friends and i was angry. forgive and forget, i went back today and the guy seemed nice so i assume he would take care of the film better. i also noticed today that their prices for film on the board were covered with a piece of paper. i never looked on that wall before but since it was covered, it made me wonder if i was the only person who submitted film there (probably).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came back, i found burnt black awful inedible cookies straight out of the oven. if my mom was trying to make them edible, she should start following recipes (she did this with cake on christmas). then she made waffles, which were oily and hard. i go back to the photo lab two hours later to pick up my film, every part of me smiling and being all happy sappy. i take out my receipt and the dude is like "sorry i forgot to tell you before but the machine isn't working right now i forgot i should have told you before i forgot to tell you". my face was all uhhhh huh okay. walking another nine blocks back home, i was disappointed but i get to pick them up tomorrow. i better have every frame printed or punk things will happen. i camera whore for a while back home trying to get a 52weeks photo because i thought the film could be in place for it but no. after that, i stepped on a tiny piece of glass in my room, which was weird because i clearly cleaned every corner of my room yesterday. i haven't had something actually sticking out of the sole of my foot for years. the last time i did, i stepped on plastic and it left a huge cut on my foot. my heel was bleeding everywhere, this tiny cut was a deep cut. blood on the new rug, on the floor, on my jeans and then my mom comes running in with bandaids and cleanser and oil like i'm about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i initially didn't want to write a post because i knew it would take a lot of time. i still have to create a character for a class, pack, make lunch, find an outfit, shower, and take a little sat prep. i don't care if i fall asleep in school tomorrow. i hate sundays and mondays and january and school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSElVXJBTdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QjrlcdseUAQ/s1600/1253.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSElVXJBTdI/AAAAAAAAAkM/QjrlcdseUAQ/s320/1253.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557764464071232978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i also tried to log on to my dead myspace today because the first photo reminds me of a moose photo i took (in middle school?) which was like my favorite default ever. and i know i won't be able to find it anywhere except on my laptop (which is dead), my old phone (which is dead) or my myspace.  i have absolutely no clue what my email or password is and it's driving me a litttttle crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-2216439631991527994?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2216439631991527994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/2216439631991527994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/sundays.html' title='sundays'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TSElW_LZa3I/AAAAAAAAAkc/kMJyMDPSwC0/s72-c/1260r1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-755325772867330534</id><published>2010-12-31T00:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:03:06.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's new year's eve!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1vDO8uksI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ay0ETtwOHM/s1600/004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1vDO8uksI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ay0ETtwOHM/s320/004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556719616588157634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more hours! i'm actually really nervous. i never saw january coming so soon, with regents and SATs oh shit regents.. i forgot i still have to make up my trig regents. yo fuck the system. i seriously do not want to. since it's new years eve, i guess i should be writing a whole post reminiscing about the greatest memories of 2010. i want to but i'm afraid i'll bore you. first off, i made another &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://frommischelletoyou.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; where i will be selling off some clothes. don't know when i'll actually be open to orders; i have never sent packages before. and i have other important things to get together before i get excited about sending and receiving. second, i'm whoring my&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://facebook.com/evanmischelle"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;once again, after all the photos i took today, i posted only forty on fb and basically none on flickr. i was looking forward to a 52weeks photo from the event but i'd have to post the whole album to share what it was like and i can't share that to the whole world. this will happen only a lot in the future. i wish i could make an official fan page for my work but i don't think i'm that incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1v7hO4WDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oaDrWkE00t4/s1600/020.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1v7hO4WDI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oaDrWkE00t4/s320/020.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556720583568807986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, i made a list of the things i have never tried with photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;concerts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;serious nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;street - asking a stranger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;agency models&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;use lightroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1wrtQsUqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rNVjziISGfk/s1600/021.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1wrtQsUqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/rNVjziISGfk/s320/021.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556721411431355042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have become my new years resolutions to at least attempt them. another resolution would be to get my grades up. i've always been an average 80s-90s kid who works their way up to mid 90s real slow. though it's difficult this year because my teachers are either mental, the subject doesn't make sense, or any kind of help is being disrupted. so specific resolutions would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;stop skipping first period (excludes subs, no exams on fridays, or just physically impossible to get there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wake up earlier!!!! i'm so serious you miss the bus every fucking morning its not funny to run and spill hot cocoa everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kiss english teacher's ass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TRY to focus in precalculus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw out/sell clothes you don't wear/need&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accomplish at least one of the photography things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;collegeegesgsegegsegsgsess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SATPREP DATASS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accomplish something with a trophy/medal/plate/name somewhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1vUdqoqzI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6sqy99Ta3WU/s1600/001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1vUdqoqzI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6sqy99Ta3WU/s320/001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556719912596581170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been two lists made so far, i don't think you'd care for a list of my greatest 2010 memories by now. so celebrating 2011 eve's eve, liz threw a small party. it was actually really nice as a smaller group than usual. i like small groups. after this awful 3590ft blizzard in the city, the metro transportation shut down and people were stuck at home or somewhere for days. thursday was the day nature decided to clean up the mess it left. liz asked for me to get there early, i don't know why, we just watched tyra and made jokes. we hid when allyson's party arrived, i hid in the bath tub. only ella knew and it was awkward because the tub was still wet and those bitches gave up on finding me. we made pancakes (with weird stuff in it), snowball fight in her yard with her dogs pissin everywhere, ordered pizzaz, and moved the fun to the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1wWWAbBMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FB5UFp_1y3s/s1600/014.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1wWWAbBMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FB5UFp_1y3s/s320/014.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556721044411843778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our trip hiking through three feet of snow the one block and corner to the park, we found a dead bird and they had another snowball fight. allyson's friend confirmed to us that the buses weren't working when she tried to leave and that got everyone freaked out. so the party went back home and we called every car service available and nothing was going to solve it except walking the whole thirty blocks to the subway station. basically, everyone walked me home because i live on the other side of the marina from liz's house, and it was chill. it wasn't that cold out but it was dark and i probably would not have walked past marine park in the dark alone even if the bus wasn't functioning. so tis was my week minus the sleep-at-2-am-and-wake-at-1-pm festivities [doing absolutely nothing at home and complaining about it].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1wKhcithI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0e7XNiTwvjY/s1600/009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1wKhcithI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0e7XNiTwvjY/s320/009.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556720841324148242" 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/7812107012739990531-755325772867330534?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/755325772867330534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/755325772867330534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-new-years-eve.html' title='it&apos;s new year&apos;s eve!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TR1vDO8uksI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7ay0ETtwOHM/s72-c/004.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6031520014995353310</id><published>2010-12-26T15:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:54:48.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRfVQvje3xI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nosxyMn8Lio/s1600/1240.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRfVQvje3xI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nosxyMn8Lio/s320/1240.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143149004709650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a good time last night. our dinner party table was never ending. i insisted that whenever anyone was done with their dinner, they could get their treats. i made dozens of tree sugar cookies and made a diy station where only a few kids did themselves, i did the rest. i also made more fondant bow cupcakes and those went away quickly but people didn't want to eat them because they were so pretty. i was completely flattered all day. our tree was falling over because of the overflowing amount of presents stuffed under it. most of them were for the little kids, where there were a lot. only one of them was mine, and it was actually something i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRfVP0S-5-I/AAAAAAAAAho/c_z-d-2lUGM/s1600/1239.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRfVP0S-5-I/AAAAAAAAAho/c_z-d-2lUGM/s320/1239.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143133097813986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the party, allyson and i had a virtual sleepover. we watched half of black swan and fell asleep at 2am. i was supposed to wake early today so anna could come over and pick up her christmas gift but i guess this blizzard is unbeatable. so i woke up all excited because it didn't snow at 2am but it was snowing when i got up. after brunch, i walked around the house with a stuffy nose. and then decided i should go out and help shovel. i put on tights, leggings, socks, two sweaters, gloves, jacket, scarf, hat, and boots and went out with my shovel. it was so gorgeous out and it still is. i shoveled for about half an hour and then stopped and took photos. i actually hate shoveling while it's still snowing. cleaning now kinda contradicts the fact that all the work you went through will be covered by another blanket of snow soon. whatever. now i'm on my parent's computer.. computering and eating ferrero rocher and about to play a mmporg. hehehe okay bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRfVREG6ahI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0PpIIqWwxAk/s1600/1241.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRfVREG6ahI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0PpIIqWwxAk/s320/1241.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555143154522024466" 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/7812107012739990531-6031520014995353310?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6031520014995353310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6031520014995353310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday.html' title='holiday'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRfVQvje3xI/AAAAAAAAAhw/nosxyMn8Lio/s72-c/1240.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6805641163497842432</id><published>2010-12-24T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:42:49.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 hours till christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cinecritic.biz/fra/images/stories/kubrick-dossier/lolita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.cinecritic.biz/fra/images/stories/kubrick-dossier/lolita.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm watching lolita right now. it's christmas eve and i didn't anything productive. all the presents are wrapped up, crowding my bedroom. i woke up at 1 today. the first thing i did after getting out of bed, i went to my grandma's and got lunch, then watched my sister play you belong with me by taylor swift and dawn by dario marionelli on the piano.  last night i watched becoming jane with anne hathaway and james mcavoy. i loved it, even thought it's kind of a fictitious biography because nobody really knows what happened in jane austen's life, i would not have directed it any other way. and today i watched the switch with jennifer aniston and jason bateman, which was pretty alright, the screenplay was adapted by the same writer of the virgin suicides. and then i watched sofia coppola's somewhere. i hate to say it was boring but it really was, there was no plot to follow and it was just an hour and a half of watching an actor's boring life in fame. the colors and scenery and lighting was magnificent though, and i love that the only music played was julian casablancas and phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRVZqinScCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j1PKwiH-C7w/s1600/1228.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRVZqinScCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j1PKwiH-C7w/s320/1228.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554444302812344354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the last day of school. did nothing at all. i was late for lab because i always am and didn't even get to finish it. then my british lit teacher exploded into an unnecessary bitch fight with the class and made us write instead of watching pride and prejudice and then forgave everyone for things we didn't do and tried to resolve everything by giving us hugs. no, i'm going out the back door. i enlarged my first photo essay roll in photography. ultimately i was the only person left in the dark room and it was scary because it's dark and scary and dark and lonely. the rest of the day, i really did nothing. i sat and drew and talked and gave out my baked treats. i made tree and snowflake cookies and cupcakes. every time i bake, i try something new. this was the first time i have ever used cookie cutters and premade fondant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRVZpTcUa9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IYv7FD3yM_0/s1600/1225.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRVZpTcUa9I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/IYv7FD3yM_0/s320/1225.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554444281559935954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on this last day of the week, my friends and i went out to sugar cafe diner. it was so much fun. we were high on food and sugar and jokes. i did not bring my digital, but i brought my ae-1 because i just recently loaded it with color film and was excited to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRVZrnYMpHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-jKHwu75oes/s1600/1231.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRVZrnYMpHI/AAAAAAAAAhg/-jKHwu75oes/s320/1231.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554444321271096434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't totally in the holiday spirit until the end of the school day when people hugged and said goodbyes or see-you-next-years. now i'm pretty hyped to see extended family and friends tomorrow. i gotta bake more too since i'm in charge of the sweets during dinner parties. i should get back to lolita now. it's not loading..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6805641163497842432?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6805641163497842432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6805641163497842432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/3-hours-till-christmas.html' title='3 hours till christmas'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TRVZqinScCI/AAAAAAAAAhY/j1PKwiH-C7w/s72-c/1228.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-7804511612394778197</id><published>2010-12-18T13:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:21:12.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last school friday of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0CzK-LJHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VYpWLIljloc/s1600/1210.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0CzK-LJHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VYpWLIljloc/s320/1210.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552096993759405170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0C0rH25OI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JGvWPTy_Pvc/s1600/1211.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0C0rH25OI/AAAAAAAAAgE/JGvWPTy_Pvc/s320/1211.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552097019569824994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another dreadful week of school, the last full week of the year. last night we went to our favorite homey restaurant, two boots. we reminisced on the usual things we would share with each other. after a delicious dinner, we slowly said goodbyes. late at night, weird things happen on the subway. the last time we went to two boots and went home late, elizabeth, noa and i were encountered by a drunk russian who thought his jokes were funny. last night after noa got off, this man who looked like a well-paid father blasted christmas songs and jammed along in one hand with his trumpet. it really wasn't that impressive, but i thought it was funny so i tried to take a photo with my phone. i was already annoyed with the guy sitting across from me but my phone's flash went off when i took it, and i didn't notice until everyone was looking at me. my flash is usually off, it was on bc i took a photo of an ugly bug on the wall the night before. it was a little embarrassing.. especially when elizabeth got off and left me all along with the awkward company of the subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0C2S343CI/AAAAAAAAAgU/FpcmJ6skgEU/s1600/1213.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0C2S343CI/AAAAAAAAAgU/FpcmJ6skgEU/s320/1213.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552097047420132386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0C1rXO4oI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ghRLSKbN71A/s1600/1212.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0C1rXO4oI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ghRLSKbN71A/s320/1212.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552097036814180994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, i met a stack of books on my desk. kim's book orders came and i wondered how she carried all this home. i went to find her, she was in her pajamas from pajama day at school. she came upstairs with me and we took photos with our fake and lame christmas tree. i needed a holiday photo for 52weeks since it wasn't going to snow until christmas. also snapped some photos with our new piano and old piano. no, i don't play piano, my sister does. nope, wait i can play heart and soul. that's good enough right? after she did all her saturday school homework, i said we should read some of her new books. we read two and then my other sister insisted we should watch tangled afterward. i was going to watch pride and prejudice but they've been wanting to watch tangled for ever. tangled was a good movie, rapunzel definitely looked like mandy moore when her hair was cut (spoiler, nope). well it was funny but i kept asking myself how this was appropriate for disney viewers, with a noose and falling off a tower to your death.. mad violent yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Ft36cuTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/viKKzxGxFiw/s1600/1218r1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Ft36cuTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/viKKzxGxFiw/s320/1218r1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552100201279043890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Fu8r5wyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/q1-3RmhYjIo/s1600/1219.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Fu8r5wyI/AAAAAAAAAgs/q1-3RmhYjIo/s320/1219.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552100219740078882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before we watched the movie, we made our first gingerbread house! a cardboard puzzle gingerbread house. it's an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Fw6ET6QI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tayOXaeKk88/s1600/1223.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Fw6ET6QI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tayOXaeKk88/s320/1223.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552100253396887810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5286/5271916864_11f88560e3_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5286/5271916864_11f88560e3_o.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552100244691574242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Fvib3KcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZtpoJ2zeKnc/s1600/1220.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0Fvib3KcI/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZtpoJ2zeKnc/s320/1220.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552100229873347010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i shall start baking my cookies for christmas. i know i won't have time before the last day of school, i gotta begin now. i'm not sure what kind of cookie decoration i'll make but i want to make them custom to the people i'm giving them to. i've never used cookie cutters before. oh i also have to make my traditional christmas cupcakes. i haven't made cupcakes since... easter or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-7804511612394778197?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7804511612394778197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/7804511612394778197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-school-friday-of-year.html' title='last school friday of the year'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQ0CzK-LJHI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VYpWLIljloc/s72-c/1210.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3599079266546086049</id><published>2010-12-14T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:17:27.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQge6zqn3rI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lxx6HiYUUjA/s1600/1206.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQge6zqn3rI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lxx6HiYUUjA/s320/1206.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550720536384364210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i uploaded some photos last night with a wooden palette model of a stegosaurus. i was in my mom's room, where the dinosaur was, waiting for my sister to come home with our take out. i neverrrr eat take out. the last time i ate take out, i was like 12. i can never finish them either. anyway, the title of this post is so because this afternoon, i got real confused. too many events happened that got me puzzled but i smiled because they don't happen often. i had planned to go to soho and pick up a new bristol pad, and i did, though my trip there was an adventure. since i had nothing to eat and it was cold, i decided i should walk to the deli afterschool and pick up a nice hot cup of tea. i walk across lincoln center as a shortcut and while i look left and right to jaywalk across columbus avenue, i pick up my pace a little to just cross the street. in between the two sidewalks, i slip (i don't even clearly remember this) and fall on my ass. i'm sitting in the middle of the road laughing at the same time wondering oh shit there's cars coming behind me. this couple in their twenties walk over to me asking if i'm alright, they try to help me up. i really don't recall how i slipped or there ever being an ice puddle but that i landed on the ground really swiftly with my wrists holding me up so i didn't hurt my butt. i got up still smiling because i thought it was funny and the guy of the two mentioned that it had happened to him twice today. today was probably the first time i have personally seen snow on the ground this season so it was understandable that people were suddenly tripping everywhere. let's note that i have never in my life ever fallen in public before, moreover ever by myself and people actually saw. i laughed it off as they went into a starbucks, i didn't find the incident to be embarrassing at all. most probably because nobody laughed but would rather to make sure i was okay. so that was that and i continued my stroll to soho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get on the train at columbus circle, it's crowded which never happens so i had to stand, and this business guy who is sitting down is loudly shushing everyone. he turned heads alright and nobody knew what he was silencing the train about...awkward. when i do get a seat, a big guy gets on and tries to sit on the other end of my bench. the train accelerated and threw him right over this girl who was sitting near the window seat. her guy friend exclaims oh my god but didn't push him to protect her. it was also an awkward moment because everyone pretended like it didn't happen afterward but i smiled still. i guess the rest actually happens after i pick up my bristol pad. that included this girl running across houston right into a guy who was riding his bike perpendicular to her direction. i was kind of standing on the sidewalk, watching like i knew it was going to happen. nobody got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i'll include here what happened yesterday too. i missed the bus on my way home and when i finally caught up, the dick driver shut the doors on my fingers. i called him a dick when he closed the doors and stomped off. the rest of the way, with the bus following me, i had my middle finger up in my pocket and strutted home proud as fuck because i hate the mta and forever will. strange events also happened on my walk home, like this guy outside a market was on the phone telling the other person to become a hooker. that if that person wanted money, they should go suck a lot of dick and bitch about their huge income later. i laughed on the inside. in conclusion, i'm still confused about what happened these past two days but i'm alright with it because these things don't happen to me everyday and i like new experiences. it's funner when you don't give up to feel ashamed about something like falling in public and rather take pride in it and walk it off. you probably don't know what the hell i mean, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQge598JoqI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xqjIvLqAtMM/s1600/1207.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQge598JoqI/AAAAAAAAAfs/xqjIvLqAtMM/s320/1207.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550720521962365602" 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/7812107012739990531-3599079266546086049?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3599079266546086049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3599079266546086049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-happened.html' title='what happened'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQge6zqn3rI/AAAAAAAAAf0/lxx6HiYUUjA/s72-c/1206.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-856076545534033460</id><published>2010-12-13T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T21:37:41.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just text'/><title type='text'>i hate this weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i leave home, it's dark. when i come home, it's dark. i can't do anything without natural light motherfucking new york! even on weekends, i sleep in because i need the rest and by the time it's 4, it's dark. what is this. i can't wait till winter vacation, sit in my room watching the cold sunset and take photos with naturalllll lighttttt&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/7812107012739990531-856076545534033460?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/856076545534033460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/856076545534033460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hate-this-weather.html' title='i hate this weather'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-1089141763132684486</id><published>2010-12-11T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:59:32.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just photos'/><title type='text'>play with fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQRIDMqskGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/E2GE544nYSY/s1600/1198r1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQRIEtErg8I/AAAAAAAAAfE/zC_xEYHEpFE/s320/1202.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549639886483194818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQRID-lGVmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gndIDkV2VKk/s1600/1200.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQRID-lGVmI/AAAAAAAAAe8/gndIDkV2VKk/s320/1200.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549639874002703970" 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/7812107012739990531-1089141763132684486?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1089141763132684486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/1089141763132684486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/play-with-fire.html' title='play with fire'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQRIDMqskGI/AAAAAAAAAe0/E2GE544nYSY/s72-c/1198r1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3477403850008082488</id><published>2010-12-11T21:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:02:19.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>puddles of tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQQ6RX07c9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/PqOKBRY2Mbg/s1600/1192.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQQ6RX07c9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/PqOKBRY2Mbg/s320/1192.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549624710955496402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found out late last night that my thermos had leaked in my bag.  this will be the last time i buy a hot drink before shopping, the last  time i buy a medium tea from starbucks of course. unlike a lot of  people, i like my beverage pre-made. not produced in a bottle like  lipton iced tea, like from a deli where the people behind the counter  make it for you. with starbucks, it's too complicated for me and they  just did not have normal tea so i had to order green tea. i didn't know  how much sugar to put in and what the difference the honey packet the  guy gave me was going to make. i held it around the store for like an  hour waiting for it to cool down. by the time i got to the fitting room,  i was all fuck this and poured the liquid over to my thermos that was  filled with hot cocoa that morning. i put it in my nylon bag and forget  it was there until before i go to bed. by the time i take it out, the  lid is dried so i would not have noticed it got to the bottom of my bag.  i took out my folder to get a flyer and it's dripping. my expression  starts to slip off the surface of my face as i take my school planner  and the rest of my belongings out. good thing my wallet is a plastic  leather material and my pencil bag is plastic. my planner was totally  fucked, all the writing smeared off the bottom of the pages. i went to  get the hair dryer and sat on my floor for an hour blowdrying through  the pages. the corners curled and the pages flipped cartwheels. i  honestly love wet paper, i used to enjoy reading my books in the shower  because when it dried it left a cool texture. but this wasn't cool, it  was my personal planner and the only folder i brought home because it  had important shit in it. now my hp7 receipt, grade 100 essay, new  looseleaf, and all my math homework was ruined by dumb expensive tea.  yeah i'm a little bummed, it's okay though because it was green tea, not  black coffee. now here are some cool photos of the wet pages :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQQ6UrfDylI/AAAAAAAAAes/-X4KA9epnAM/s1600/1196.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQQ6SC7lcDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/52Pqoy5BEpY/s320/1193.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549624722526138418" 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/7812107012739990531-3477403850008082488?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3477403850008082488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3477403850008082488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/puddles-of-tea.html' title='puddles of tea'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQQ6RX07c9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/PqOKBRY2Mbg/s72-c/1192.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6974690457486144960</id><published>2010-12-09T18:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:29:21.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cure me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQF0KN7PijI/AAAAAAAAAeE/urSCeVXLTbg/s1600/1191.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQF0KN7PijI/AAAAAAAAAeE/urSCeVXLTbg/s320/1191.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548843934782818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to shoot color film again. my camera has been sitting empty without film in my locker for a week now since my last assignment and since it doesn't look like i'll be doing the photo essay till vacation, i'm going to load it with some color film tomorrow. my harikin has been loaded with color film since summer, i'm up to the eighteenth frame i think. i carry it around in a special pocket in my bag but it sucks that i can't use it a lot because it must be sunny and my subject must be 3m-&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;∞&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;away. so it's basically a little diary i carry around and use whenever i remember while i watch beautiful light; like my little moleskine journal.. it just sits at the bottom of my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i missed the bus. i know i did because i miss it everyday. so i went to the pharmacy and got things i didn't really need, hoping that once i leave the store the bus will show up. yeah, it didn't. i put my hoods (hoods, plural, i wore two) and my plush knit gloves, turned on my pandora and stomped the ten blocks home. five at night here looks like nine at night. today it was seventeen degrees so i jaywalked a lot just to keep my knees circulating with blood. i had ldn by lily allen playing and it made me feel a little better about missing the bus (which came when i got to my stop. two buses actually) and kind of sang out loud in the cold in the dark. this is how you cure your freezing city walk home from the subway station. my pen and ink teacher told us of someone who got killed for being "plugged in". she means having earphones on and loud music playing. of course i am aware that if i play my music so incredibly loud because it fits my mood, i can get mugged, kidnapped, fall into a manhole, or in his case, get hit by a truck backing up. i don't play my music at this high volume, it's discomforting to my ear drums. i listen loud enough to hear babies cry but enough to drown them out so my beats play better noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can mark this day as the final day of being sick. i woke up this morning lying in bed without hacking like every morning before so i assumed that i was cured. after brushing my teeth and washing my face, i automatically had a cough attack. i felt better though, i definitely didn't feel things trying to slug up my throat. so i think i'll post about what happened last thursday to tuesday in the previous post. i gotta go edit it now bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6974690457486144960?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6974690457486144960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6974690457486144960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/cure-me.html' title='cure me'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQF0KN7PijI/AAAAAAAAAeE/urSCeVXLTbg/s72-c/1191.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-4753693698109707540</id><published>2010-12-04T17:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:23:29.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>note</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/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyRoSpwmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dgwu2sA6Nt4/s1600/07.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyRoSpwmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dgwu2sA6Nt4/s320/07.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548841863096156770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hi i can't write a post about yesterday right now because i am suffering a high fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFySsRjf_I/AAAAAAAAAds/CEgQM7FwqNw/s1600/14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFySsRjf_I/AAAAAAAAAds/CEgQM7FwqNw/s320/14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548841881345163250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;edit 12/9/10: hi. i'm back. i'm full of energy and strength to press these keys and tell you why i delayed this post for a week. my little brother and sister had been infested with germs and everything and became sick. i tuck them into bed when my parents aren't home, which is always, so i get pretty close to them when i do. also when my brother is pissed off and he's sick, he would cough at you in your face. i contracted this illness which included a 103 fever and all kinds of muscle and bone pains and cough and cold and shit on thursday. i felt it when i was sitting on the library floor during my free period with elizabeth and daniel. my knees got so weak and my back wanted to just curl up. on my subway ride home, i became so uncomfortable, i felt like dying. the fever didn' completely show up that night so i thought i was okay for the night. the next morning, i wasn't sure whether to go to school or not so i took my time getting ready. i went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared my breakfast and medicine. i just wanted to sleep. i took my medicine and jet, i remembered that i had a chemistry quiz and a big precalc test. oh plus, i had to go to ice skating with allyson. i tried to stay strong throughout the day, did whatever i could to make it a little easier for me and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyQnV_fVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JzvLJRSDazc/s1600/01.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyQnV_fVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/JzvLJRSDazc/s320/01.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548841845661859154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when allyson and i met up afterschool, i was still coughing and my body temperature was on a rollercoaster. we went ice skating anyway but before that we had to find a place to eat. the zaiya cafe at kinokuniya had absolutely nothing so we left for the zaiya cafe at midtown. as dumb as i could be, i chose the seat by the door. we ate our little sandwiches quick and went to bryant park. we also picked up some hot cocoa while waiting on the line. nothing so bad was happening yet. i got my blades sharpened, found available lockers and we put on our ice skates. by this time we didn't want to go on the rink anymore but we did of course. ice skating is the best experience ever, i must tell you, it is a beautiful thing, unless you don't know how to skate which leads to another story. there were this group of particular someones who absolutely obviously had no skill on ice. little did we know, we thought that when they went out of balance, they needed help so allyson assisted. then as the fucking bitch she was she looked us in the eye and said "okay bye". alright goodbye fucker.. rude. the rest of our joyous time there, we eye-picked the ones we knew were going to make other skaters fall head over blades literally. we just watched as we skated around. they were so obnoxious it was unbelievable! every person who fell was knocked down by one of these people. they would hold on to your waist and then push you, they would grab your shoulder and pull you down, they would try to dance on the fucking ice and pull your hair out. they drove me absolutely nuts so i left and got tea. /fast forward to 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyTdVVh1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/6odX2JZ62ro/s1600/32.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyTdVVh1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/6odX2JZ62ro/s320/32.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548841894514362194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize how late it was when i got off my subway station. i honestly thought there would have been a considerate bus driver waiting for me at my stop but there was actually not one stranger in the streets. pretty damn disappointed and exhausted as fuck, i began my twenty block tread home. it was scary and lonely and most of all, cold and dry. if you add an extra pound for my camera, another three for my skates, another five for my school bag, you would get a girl who wanted to drop dead right there in the streets. i felt so helpless and drained out, i was so sick too and nobody was out to hear me. by the time i got home, it was almost ten. i dropped my stuff off in the living room and put on my new plush robe and sat in bed with some hot tea. i asked my sister to bring my stuff up to my room and then i summarized my night by watching the polar express with my two sisters in my parents room. the following two days, i suffered in my robe, sweating and shaking and coughing up phlegm. it was the worst weekend of my life, especially since my immune system used to be a lot better, i would usually heal within a day without medicine. i was on eight different medications and didn't see a real doctor till tuesday afterschool. i couldn't seek medical help till then because they were moving offices at the time, oh what a coincidence. in conclusion, i am better. i hope i didn't miss anything important. i heard tumblr was down when i was ill too, and got better the morning it was restored. hehehe okay bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyUoVAn2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/oTfjNeX2qzk/s1600/22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyUoVAn2I/AAAAAAAAAd8/oTfjNeX2qzk/s320/22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548841914645651298" border="0" /&gt;&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/7812107012739990531-4753693698109707540?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4753693698109707540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/4753693698109707540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/note.html' title='note'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TQFyRoSpwmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/dgwu2sA6Nt4/s72-c/07.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3484723491505104267</id><published>2010-12-03T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T11:30:53.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>post from school</title><content type='html'>I am sitting on the floor of my locker section right now. Only the  no-tenth-period kids are hanging here. Instead of socializing,  I'm  trying to take notes on for the chemistry quiz I missed this morning.  I'm starving, I only have a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291480118_0"&gt;chocolate chip muffin&lt;/span&gt; to eat right now. I'm also sick, with &lt;span style="cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291480118_1"&gt;warm blood&lt;/span&gt;  and rosy cheeks, my skin is on fire but I'm not sweating. My fingers  however, are freezing to the tips. And I can also feel the ends of my  chilly toes inside my shoes. I don't feel good at all. I had a fever  yesterday and came to school only to get my precalc test over with and  to receive my report card. After school, Allyson and I will go ice  skating at citi pond in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291480118_2"&gt;bryant park&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm so tired of being sick already and hope that I won't feel the pain  on the ice. Tomorrow will be worse, I know it. When you go ice skating  after a long period of time, all your muscles ache the next morning. Its  awful bc of the suffering but at least you know that you just used  every muscle in your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to sleep. Every cold  surface sends goosebumps up and down my body. I'd lie on the floor right  now if the school hadn't stunk all day. I would like to go home and  pass out but I had been looking forward to citi pond since last friday.  I'd rather get sicker than having to miss the day right after they lit  the christmas tree. Alright there are four minutes left, I'm going to  pretty myself now. Bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3484723491505104267?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3484723491505104267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3484723491505104267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/post-from-school.html' title='post from school'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5727189942890598270</id><published>2010-11-30T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:43:06.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmvAd9LhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cR_w7iaJ2GU/s1600/1184.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmvAd9LhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cR_w7iaJ2GU/s320/1184.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545521842686340626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmuj4goQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UeKAkYxZfWQ/s1600/1183.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmuj4goQI/AAAAAAAAAcM/UeKAkYxZfWQ/s320/1183.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545521835013087490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and i'm saying this for the third time today) i wish i was on the best coast, the west coast. i just .. need a ticket right now to san francisco. it's dumb cold here and tomorrow's going to be worse. winds gusting over 50 mph, rain, thunder, but 35-60 degrees?! wtf new york. this is not how we celebrate the first of december.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmtvI6eTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nZkezyoUJw0/s1600/1182.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmtvI6eTI/AAAAAAAAAcE/nZkezyoUJw0/s320/1182.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545521820854810930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmwKZhHpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5a5cY_XLAc8/s1600/1186.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmwKZhHpI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5a5cY_XLAc8/s320/1186.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545521862531948178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i brang cameron to school (yeah.. i probably have never used the name of my camera here ever but i can't say digital slr all the time so embed it in your brain) because i had club. in that case, i took photos on my way home. no, they're not exactly flickr-worthy but i don't care because i have pro and i should use it. i surprised my mom and grandma by giving my lil siblins their bath and washing their hair. i initially only wanted to give kim a hot bath because she said she was cold and so i recommended my relaxing-in-a-steaming-tub remedy. the bathroom got so warm and nice, my brother got jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWn1wQk_yI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8eehkmPRZ6Y/s1600/1190.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWn1wQk_yI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8eehkmPRZ6Y/s320/1190.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545523058105974562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWn05oQ-VI/AAAAAAAAAck/oX_FuVUbw5I/s1600/1187.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWn05oQ-VI/AAAAAAAAAck/oX_FuVUbw5I/s320/1187.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545523043441375570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i could take advantage of the weather in the city right now, i should learn how. and make my models sacrifice their health for my aspiring career. lol nah i shouldn't, let's keep it indoors. i can't wait till xmasxmasxmas. i'm excited to shop, wrap, and bake for the holidayssss i can't even expressss. it's really cold in this house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-5727189942890598270?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5727189942890598270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5727189942890598270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wish.html' title='i wish'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPWmvAd9LhI/AAAAAAAAAcU/cR_w7iaJ2GU/s72-c/1184.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3346023769731584974</id><published>2010-11-28T18:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:12:07.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>week 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPLvVmVM5OI/AAAAAAAAAb0/V2xl62bsaug/s1600/1174.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPLvVmVM5OI/AAAAAAAAAb0/V2xl62bsaug/s320/1174.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544757245592265954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past four days, i've made about 7 batches of chocolate chip cookies. they're so goOOodoodDo. school resumes tomorrow, i'm so not digging that. this weekend, i had to finish my street assignment for photography and..and.adn... i rewinded the film the wrong way by accident. i exposed some lot.. aw i'm trying not to freak out about it. it shouldn't be such a big deal, i can just roll it tomorrow and develop whatever i got. i honestly hated this assignment though. it's not that fun hipshooting or taking photos of strangers in a duration of one week. my camera isn't even semi-automatic which made it a lot harder for me. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPLvWdFcVeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TEufW6fJbiU/s1600/1175.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPLvWdFcVeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TEufW6fJbiU/s320/1175.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544757260290119138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really not looking forward to this week. i have a pre-calc test on friday on lessons that i couldn't understand. but i'm going to go ice skating soon with my new bladessss, can't wait. we also got a new christmas tree coming -- can't wait to decorate it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-3346023769731584974?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3346023769731584974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3346023769731584974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-27.html' title='week 27'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TPLvVmVM5OI/AAAAAAAAAb0/V2xl62bsaug/s72-c/1174.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5825454066623115495</id><published>2010-11-25T21:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:27:10.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>i'm thankful for everyone and everything i have right now. i'm very  grateful to own all that i have come upon in the past year (i'll get to  that in the end of the year). my family celebrated thanksgiving, last  night, because most of the members had the day off but not today (must  be some important jobs). i was originally supposed to attend this  thanksgiving eve party at the empire hotel, but.. there are some things  you shouldn't expect so highly of. instead, i followed friends to 82nd  st to watch the macy's thanksgiving parade balloons get blown up. it  wasn't interesting or fun, it was cold, crowded, and dark plus, i never  watch the parade. all i want to do is eat a lot and sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TO8ja1hqX_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/8dZ8ix2wmX0/s1600/1170.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TO8ja1hqX_I/AAAAAAAAAbM/8dZ8ix2wmX0/s320/1170.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543688610268209138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning to aching cramps. squirmed around in my bed  for an hour and then finally got up at 11. i made mozzarella sticks and  watched the cake boss marathon. now i am watching wild target and  drinking my third cup (thermos-size) of chrysanthemum tea. ..this movie  is funny, seriously comical with three of my favorite british actors. so  this was my productive thanksgiving day. hope all of yours was swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-5825454066623115495?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5825454066623115495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5825454066623115495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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that's what makes it so good. so unfortunately, our school did not perform the hogwarts theme like they said they would this morning, i was disappointed, also to the fact that the teachers for the first half of my classes weren't even in school. maybe it's just me, but when teachers aren't there and we have a sub that doesn't have a plan, it's just a huge waste of time. and other bad news, i didn't bring my dslr to school because.. it's bulky plus i had to do my street photography assignment with film (which i only took like 4 shots so far in the dark). therefore, i am sad that i don't necessarily have a 52 weeks photo to sum my excitement for harry potter week so i'll make it up tomorrow... after all my art homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: about three quarters of the school wore slytherin colors... .. .. whatever&lt;br /&gt;most of us should've been ravenclaw&lt;br /&gt;and the kids who wore hufflepuff.. ugh&lt;br /&gt;and you "griffindor" kids, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;and you  other kids wearing neon colors.. no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: my instax 210 came! the size of it according to the preview photos are very misleading..&lt;br /&gt;aight bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6714692173889033014?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6714692173889033014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6714692173889033014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/are-you-mad.html' title='are you mad'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TOhwtvwrg_I/AAAAAAAAAa0/YtcgdoUu3ZA/s72-c/1165.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-6909874172995439599</id><published>2010-11-15T20:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:23:29.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter week!</title><content type='html'>i'm so excited! even though i have big dark secret about my history with the series, i won't ruin everyone with it because it's harreh pottah weeeeek. today i missed chemistry because i wanted breakfast and i got breakfast but i needed to hide my hot drink in my bag since they confiscate it in school (for some dumbass reason) and i thought i would stop by the bench bordering lincoln center to put it away. instead, this crowd of harry potter fans were hogging my bench like the losers they are (nah jk but seriously, you have 12 hours till the premiere). after school, more people packed up the place and harry potter was just what everyone was talking about. when i got home, i watched the red carpet live on mtv and everyone is so amazzzin. i'm soso super excited for friday i can't even it's the only thing getting me through the week. plus, there will most definitely be photos by the end of the week because friday at school is fiorello friday where everything will be hogwarts themed. i'm mad excites i really can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps - i'm a ravenclaw. wish i could be slytherin just for tom felton but i'm just not that cruel (fuck you noa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-6909874172995439599?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6909874172995439599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/6909874172995439599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-week.html' title='harry potter week!'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3094364973276008148</id><published>2010-11-13T22:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T23:35:16.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m an awful writer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off topic'/><title type='text'>something about my childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN9dAmEPuxI/AAAAAAAAAak/CUdHCvdqELI/s1600/1160.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN9dAmEPuxI/AAAAAAAAAak/CUdHCvdqELI/s320/1160.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248331488738066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is about my life. if you don't care, exit. when i was little, i used to hang around with boys a lot (sorry, bad thesis. this is not generally about boys). all my best friends were girls though. one moved away, one was separated by rumors, and one was just a bitch. i only still keep in touch with my second best friend since kindergarten. she's only one of my closest friends ever now, i don't have a best friend anymore. it's just that more often now, "i don't want to be alone, i want to be left alone" (audrey hepburn) because everyone invades my privacy, even the closest people. i'm bringing this up after my journal opened up to this page (bottom) where i attached a ziploc of my hair, cut from when it was real long, not that long ago. i don't remember the last time my hair was ever that long, so cutting it was definitely something i wanted to remember (i know it's weird, why would anyone want to remember their hair). right now, my sister and my grandma are watching home videos of me when i was like two in the living room. therefore, i can't stop recalling even more memories in my mind. the one about chilling with dudes all my childhood life i would've almost forgot if i don't write it out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from when i was about six to thirteen, i lived in a neighborhood where there were always kids outside playing football, hanging out in garages, and goes to the park all the time. this isn't even the suburbs, just a small neighborhood in brooklyn. school was only a block away so it wasn't surprising that there were so many kids on my block. i remember that on the corner of the block, there was a cute little cat lady who grew honeysuckles on her front yard. two houses down would be a girl my age, and her little sister. three houses down was this old white-haired couple who i couldn't understand (they were nice, but you would expect them to be like those old people on the street who hate kids). across the street from them, was this weird tomboy girl who wore olive hoover glasses and her family who kept their christmas lights up all year (one time, she got me so mad that i started cursing right then right there). the house next to the old couple was my grandma's and my cousin's. next door to theirs was this italian family who had twins when we moved out. i always thought they looked like a younger version of buffy and angel. two houses down was mine. and the next few houses were the guys about four years older than i was. obviously, even though they were in the sixth grade then i thought they were like high school seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know these guys very well, and they didn't know me. we were just neighbors getting along. they gathered at the garage behind our house all the time. my bedroom had the window facing the garage and i'd always listen in if they were loud. (oh i also really liked spying so yeah, i applied those skills too, that's not creepy). anyway, the point is, i miss that neighborhood, everyone was really friendly. i would sit home watching my afternoon cartoons, and then someone would come ring my door and ask if i can come out and play. of course i had girl friends who waited for me to come out to chill too. people were always outside, just being active. basketball, football, skateboarding, handball, drawing on the sidewalk, hide and seek, and barbecues. i remember when my friend and i started a water gun fight on the whole block. several water balloon fights came in the weeks that followed. it was crazy fun. if i walk down that same street now, i probably wouldn't feel the same vibe, but it's good to know that my childhood was there. the huge bedford park two blocks away also contained a hella lot of memories. they recently reconstructed the entire playground which really kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember going back there about two years after everyone graduated the fifth grade, and i reunited with a few of my old friends. some people changed, and some didn't. it was quite cool to see the difference. i actually wouldn't mind reuniting with kids from elementary; i remember every single one of them. i see a couple on the morning train to school sometimes. facebook isn't a good idea for me to reunite. i'd rather see them in person and not be a creep to find out what's up. i would never wish to reunite with people from middle school, unless we still keep in contact. those three years were just unnecessary. wow, it's just crazy. all these flashbacks.. and wow, it's 11:30. i have got to finish this boring book and write an essay. this was just something i needed to post. it's probably the only thing that made me happy about life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN9dBgIbjOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ewg-CSINiJ8/s1600/1161.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN9dBgIbjOI/AAAAAAAAAas/ewg-CSINiJ8/s320/1161.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539248347075546338" 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/7812107012739990531-3094364973276008148?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3094364973276008148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3094364973276008148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-about-my-childhood.html' title='something about my childhood'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN9dAmEPuxI/AAAAAAAAAak/CUdHCvdqELI/s72-c/1160.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-5874046361942628476</id><published>2010-11-12T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:36:15.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chilly</title><content type='html'>disgusting. i just bit a part of my freshly painted nail polish. i used  milani disco lights. yes, i tend to wear glittery nail lacquer, it's my  thang. this is week 25 of my 52 weeks project. this week, i've been  student-dying, reading a book about american reburials, missed chemistry because someone got shot down at my local subway station, drinking a hella  lot of tea, purchased my hp7 tickets,  bought a boombox, and published in teen ink magazine again!  i have a few more things to share. so i'm going to post the photos and put captions  underneath k? k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EWSBivqI/AAAAAAAAAac/9h9evtxI_aM/s1600/1159.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EWSBivqI/AAAAAAAAAac/9h9evtxI_aM/s320/1159.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538869372554231458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EV-EDqAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k9O40L7SW-I/s1600/1158.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EV-EDqAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/k9O40L7SW-I/s320/1158.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538869367196067842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;took some photos with the light coming in thursday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EVIwPH2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/BeExeUcyDtk/s1600/1157.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EVIwPH2I/AAAAAAAAAaM/BeExeUcyDtk/s320/1157.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538869352885854050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EUYFAxUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/GpiMZreczq4/s1600/1156.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EUYFAxUI/AAAAAAAAAaE/GpiMZreczq4/s320/1156.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538869339819656514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4ETgNw8FI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Mjxz1ZAHlFY/s1600/1155.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4ETgNw8FI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Mjxz1ZAHlFY/s320/1155.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538869324823982162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asked my little brother to pose for me in front of my mirror for an assignment in a school club (he's so adorbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs994.snc4/76773_459233794476_840924476_5315379_6299891_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is my caricature for my pen and ink class. i think it's pretty kewlbeanz that i'm even able to draw caricatures. i look super ghetto but i do make this face a lot. just thought i'd shaaaare. by the way, what is up with the weather here? flurries early this week, coldness, sunny, warm end of the week? and why is the school using fancy, thick paper for everything?&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/7812107012739990531-5874046361942628476?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5874046361942628476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/5874046361942628476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/chilly.html' title='chilly'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TN4EWSBivqI/AAAAAAAAAac/9h9evtxI_aM/s72-c/1159.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-356059926990978808</id><published>2010-11-06T23:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:32:16.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>book face</title><content type='html'>this last friday was alright, just gonna say i've had better laughs. ate good stuff at sugar because it's sugar. i was sooo hungry. onward. i'm supposed to be doing my homework right now,.. for the past 12 hours actually because that's what i told my mom i would be doing while she was in philly. instead i cleaned my entire bedroom -- this included sorting all my clothes and shoes, which later led me to start giving some away (if you live in nyc, ..freebies?) -- and watched about eight episodes of csi and csi: ny at the same time. then met new relatives? at a family dinner party tonight. so since i'm typing this post hastily, i'll throw it this out there to make it easier for me, &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" href="http://facebook.com/evanmischelle"&gt;add me on facebook&lt;/a&gt;! most (usually all) outtakes are uploaded there (if you care)! Of course, the purpose for this blog is to describe what happens in those photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that case, the series consisted of a little shoot in photography class with noa, aissatou, bayli, and cynara. afterschool didn't go as i had planned but seven or eight of us went to sugar diner in soho for dinner. we stopped by the tagged mural on houston and bowery. that block is amazing.. between elizabeth and bowery on e houston. you can thrift pretty cool vintage stuff outdoors and in and then the other half of the block is the mural tagged by graffiti artists of famous signatures. i must go back to that little market. well that's the end of my week, i have to do homework now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-356059926990978808?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/356059926990978808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/356059926990978808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/book-face.html' title='book face'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-3474701280237051019</id><published>2010-11-02T18:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:20:55.253-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just photos'/><title type='text'>take me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOmsfQc9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oGa9FKh-Mfc/s1600/1149.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOmsfQc9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oGa9FKh-Mfc/s320/1149.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535080737466774482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOmOKzfrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uZaYhN7V89w/s1600/1148.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOmOKzfrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/uZaYhN7V89w/s320/1148.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535080729327926962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOlks3tCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-t2LnRhTXuY/s1600/1146.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOlks3tCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/-t2LnRhTXuY/s320/1146.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535080718196519970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOkydicyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1s7mvIf49jc/s1600/1145.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOkydicyI/AAAAAAAAAZc/1s7mvIf49jc/s320/1145.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535080704710439714" 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/7812107012739990531-3474701280237051019?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3474701280237051019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/3474701280237051019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-me-out.html' title='take me out'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TNCOmsfQc9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oGa9FKh-Mfc/s72-c/1149.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812107012739990531.post-711693835202729360</id><published>2010-10-30T01:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:37:36.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>golightly</title><content type='html'>okay. so. i'm super tired so my story (which i will continue after   my long nap) is going to be about many things. i should mention now that   i forgot my dslr battery at home charging so i didn't have a camera   except for the one built in my phone. of course, i wouldn't go a day of   amazing events without taking photos. i tweaked them a bit and they are   like great quality. it gives the effect of really really crappy film   scanning ..  whatever. there will be more, maybe, i'm just really   exhausted right now. i can't believe i really didn't have my camera.   okay bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;i just finished my lunch and sippin some tea.   yesterday was a lot of fun even though i started with a really bad   morning. i woke up and put together my costume for school, which was   holly golightly, and rushed out of the house because this bitch said   she'd wait for me. but she didn't, even though she doesn't have a first   period or a costume. so because i rushed so quickly, i forgot that i   left my camera battery at home still charging. i was carrying my camera   and i didn't realize till i was thirty minutes away from home. i had a   chemistry test the first period and i don't care whether it was easy or   hard (easy), nobody should give a test on a half day. then i skipped   english because i can't live in there. the rest of my classes were   bullshit since we did nothing. then afterschool, we went to watch the   school halloween parade, which actually got on my nerves. it was a waste   of time and the people who deserved the prizes didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs124.ash2/39521_453788544476_840924476_5214300_1300876_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs124.ash2/39521_453788544476_840924476_5214300_1300876_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after  that, six of us went to eat viet in chinatown. as always, we were  the  loudest people in the room and it was quite embarrassing but i love  my  friends. we walked maryam to the ace station on west broadway and the   rest of us chilled in the cold at that little water recreational park   across the street from the tribeca film festival. kp and phil beatboxed   for the longest time and earned six pennies. afterwards, we hit soho   because we had to pee and my audrey hairdo was turning into a bird's   nest. i don't know whether to appreciate or pass the staff at soho cafe   but i think everyone (in any customers only bathroom eateries) who  wants  to order should go to the bathroom first, not order and take your   coffee in with you. since my momma's birthday is on sunday, i had to   find a second part to my present for her while in the district. people   left and we hastily looked for clothes then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TMx68gHyDDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0s9-gmM-cds/s1600/IMG00478-20101029-1609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TMx68gHyDDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0s9-gmM-cds/s320/IMG00478-20101029-1609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533933221964811314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TMx68WGZgzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Y3YwfPU_3rQ/s1600/IMG00477-20101029-1606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TMx68WGZgzI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Y3YwfPU_3rQ/s320/IMG00477-20101029-1606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533933219274654514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TMx68BO8eNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/JorFcop6Phs/s1600/IMG00468-20101029-1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TMx68BO8eNI/AAAAAAAAAX8/JorFcop6Phs/s320/IMG00468-20101029-1539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533933213673355474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now  i want to say something about people who seek money on public  transportation, subways in particular. this happens only every single  day on every single train. these people are upping a notch. only  recently did they start showing up in every car at every hour. and  because i see these shows too often, i don't give them money no matter  what the excuse. this week on the train there were: 1 religious lady  preaching at six in the morning, 1 religious dude trying to sell cds  about Him, 1 acapella group singing lion king, 1 blind man who walked  down the aisle twice, 1 russian dude who didn't showcase anything but  just went around shoving a bag in people's faces (quick and easy  money!), and that 1 guy who does the same thing everyday that i don't  remember because i don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;so this was my halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4doPYTtzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-dmMz0dMSu8/s1600/1139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4doPYTtzI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-dmMz0dMSu8/s320/1139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534393569245378354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dn-Ly-JI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mZtQLiZeth0/s1600/1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dn-Ly-JI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mZtQLiZeth0/s320/1138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534393564629498002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dnvkrXMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aBIKtYFhj-I/s1600/1137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dnvkrXMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/aBIKtYFhj-I/s320/1137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534393560707325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dnLeixXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uMrRmPXTaDU/s1600/1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dnLeixXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/uMrRmPXTaDU/s320/1135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534393551017919858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dmxzjL9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/cYYhchFDGkc/s1600/1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TM4dmxzjL9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/cYYhchFDGkc/s320/1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534393544126705618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ew ew ew im gonna stop right here. i really despise the ugly watercolor texture of my photos when i upload them here now. they're saved as jpg so that i can upload them on flickr with the right exif data. otherwise, i would have saved them as png. i'm changing my mind right here. the ones that are needed for the dpc, i'll keep the exif data, the rest i'm gonna save them in a more pretty crystal clearer method. this is just ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7812107012739990531-711693835202729360?l=evanmischelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/711693835202729360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7812107012739990531/posts/default/711693835202729360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evanmischelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/golightly.html' title='golightly'/><author><name>mischelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15269911597404980384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SuHFEk23zQ/Tuz2A7NHMwI/AAAAAAAABB4/sknJxMSw2ho/s220/1468.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_H6vtGCCfc-0/TMx68gHyDDI/AAAAAAAAAYM/0s9-gmM-cds/s72-c/IMG00478-20101029-1609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
