<?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-786572278057807969</id><updated>2011-07-30T23:17:40.418-06:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-2049169349335568365</id><published>2010-01-09T16:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:21:26.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wanderlust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;highlight of my los angeles trip = this gorgeous head of a hair. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424895160197545794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/S0kZZ-dPf0I/AAAAAAAAATo/gcgtwZ-OtVI/s320/IMG_2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the waterworld show at universal studios, it sat down in front of my group. we all thought it was a woman at first. then it turned its head. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424895171030065362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/S0kZamz6oNI/AAAAAAAAATw/L8TLxjeBxBA/s320/IMG_2922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week of my new job = soooooooo stressful, but so good. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy, but as my mom told me the other day, my gypsy blood is churning. i mean, i got back from california two weeks ago, and i'm already itching to travel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon finding out that i have a four-day weekend coming up, i booked a flight to philadelphia. i ought to go somewhere warmer (or stay home and save money), but one of my bffs is there, and he lives a mere ten-minute walk from the mutter museum, which i have been dying to go to ever since i can remember. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424898126231112210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/S0kcGnywChI/AAAAAAAAAT4/muYc2ckYBRk/s320/mutter-museum-for-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not even been on this trip yet, and i'm already scheming to go out and see my friend steve in texas over spring break.  geez, why can't i just stay put?  and the question of the moment is: should i work on my masters over the summer or go somewhere amazing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-2049169349335568365?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/2049169349335568365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/2049169349335568365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2010/01/wanderlust.html' title='wanderlust'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/S0kZZ-dPf0I/AAAAAAAAATo/gcgtwZ-OtVI/s72-c/IMG_2921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-224891563699254947</id><published>2009-12-16T17:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:54:37.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i refuse to be stressed until the 28th</title><content type='html'>yesterday, after dropping the bomb to my current boss that i will not be returning after christmas break, i travelled out to west valley to meet my new class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the precise moment that i crossed the threshold to enter the classroom, not only did everything that i have to get ready for january 4 come piling down upon my head, but a myriad of other things, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the fact that i am playing the piano for my current school's christmas concert tomorrow and i haven't practiced any of the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i'm going out of town saturday morning and don't get back until the day before christmas, and i've not done one single iota of christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that i have piles of junk to sort through in that classroom, a new curriculum to become acquainted with, and a car to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to go in until the 28th and begin my classroom overhaul, so i've decided to put off all anxiety until then. christmas presents...meh, i'll just get them in l.a. choir concert...meh, who cares, i'm sure i can wing it, and i'm leaving anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress, you are officially suspended for twelve days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-224891563699254947?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/224891563699254947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/224891563699254947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-refuse-to-be-stressed-until-28th.html' title='i refuse to be stressed until the 28th'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-1077712696006959184</id><published>2009-12-07T09:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:44:32.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los angeles, i'm yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Sx0vsThGjAI/AAAAAAAAASg/hZepwVTeCpk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412534765369068546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Sx0vsThGjAI/AAAAAAAAASg/hZepwVTeCpk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;approximately 288 hours until i am in l.a. for the third time this year. that is, if i live through the snow here in the meantime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-1077712696006959184?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/1077712696006959184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/1077712696006959184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/12/los-angeles-im-yours.html' title='los angeles, i&apos;m yours'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Sx0vsThGjAI/AAAAAAAAASg/hZepwVTeCpk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-982442052401004537</id><published>2009-11-22T21:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:14:10.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>i am not usually very festive, but i thought compiling a list of things i am thankful for would spite all the people who think it's christmas already and have forgotten about thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;cable knit tights&lt;/strong&gt; for allowing me to still wear skirts in wintertime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;internet memes such as&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;brian peppers&lt;/strong&gt; for providing me with entertaining nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;diet cokes with lemon, strawberry limeades at sonic, and caramel apple spice from starbucks&lt;/strong&gt; for keeping me from being an alcoholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;the l.a. times crossword&lt;/strong&gt; for preserving my sanity during my three-hour classes of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;etsy.com &lt;/strong&gt;for providing a worthy place to spend my hard-earned money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;conor oberst&lt;/strong&gt; for just being conor oberst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;people who talk about me in spanish, but think i can't understand them&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for making me feel special and creeped out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;books&lt;/strong&gt; for vicariously getting me out of effington--whoops, i mean farmington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;peopleofwalmart.com&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for making me feel positively gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-buster bluth and buster wride &lt;/strong&gt;for both acting a little bit mentally challenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the vampire diaries, cosmo, and glee&lt;/strong&gt; for being the best guilty pleasures a girl could ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-gouda &lt;/strong&gt;for being one of the three foods i actually like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-982442052401004537?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/982442052401004537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/982442052401004537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-6538487385243028979</id><published>2009-11-15T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:29:07.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>announcement</title><content type='html'>it is not okay, has never been okay, and will never, EVER be okay to cut a wart off your finger using nail clippers during sunday school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-6538487385243028979?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/6538487385243028979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/6538487385243028979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/11/announcement.html' title='announcement'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-8752667246688044123</id><published>2009-11-13T16:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:42:32.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i should be doing: &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403737330685369330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Sv3ueNcE2_I/AAAAAAAAASA/_hZIlShX6f8/s320/maura_person-studying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i am actually doing:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403736788821432530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Sv3t-q1pWNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/hPimqhLAOAU/s400/5067_glee_precious_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can you really blame me, though?&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/786572278057807969-8752667246688044123?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/8752667246688044123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/8752667246688044123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-should-be-doing-what-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Sv3ueNcE2_I/AAAAAAAAASA/_hZIlShX6f8/s72-c/maura_person-studying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-1913246431623599568</id><published>2009-11-01T19:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:33:53.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elliott smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Su5EzWmk_0I/AAAAAAAAARY/78XK9kiXVBo/s1600-h/IMG_2854%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399328652295208770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Su5EzWmk_0I/AAAAAAAAARY/78XK9kiXVBo/s320/IMG_2854%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RIP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-1913246431623599568?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/1913246431623599568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/1913246431623599568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/11/elliott-smith.html' title='elliott smith'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/Su5EzWmk_0I/AAAAAAAAARY/78XK9kiXVBo/s72-c/IMG_2854%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-8753450035147050083</id><published>2009-10-22T21:43:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:04:42.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whoops...</title><content type='html'>...i have been less than vigilant about keeping up with this blog since its resurrection. here are my greatest accomplishments in the last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i totaled my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395636202042045378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SuEmidf0M8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2geMHtElGi0/s320/totaled_car_after_an_auto_accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i landed a new job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395638650820068738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SuEow_5_hYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/bJL4-6GPz6U/s320/Merinda_Epstein_job_interview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i began &lt;a href="http://www.emilylisadreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;journaling&lt;/a&gt; my dreams&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395641523991602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SuErYPTd5MI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Z6DpGmwg5fQ/s320/Picasso_la_reve_dreams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i contracted the h1n1 virus&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395639502620346354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SuEpilHAR_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/yg6wh6Umn9E/s320/symptoms_of_swineflu.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty successful month, i'd say &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-8753450035147050083?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/8753450035147050083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/8753450035147050083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/10/whoops.html' title='whoops...'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SuEmidf0M8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2geMHtElGi0/s72-c/totaled_car_after_an_auto_accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-4795753022081087027</id><published>2009-09-21T14:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:01:26.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SrfpnMnH-2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0nn31pBSas0/s1600-h/awakening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384028739154213730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SrfpnMnH-2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0nn31pBSas0/s320/awakening.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i recently picked up a copy of kate chopin's &lt;em&gt;the awakening&lt;/em&gt; at the thrift store, as it's been on my list of books to read for ages. when i opened it up, written on the inside front cover i read this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allie--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's to the greatest little surrogate sister a guy could have. Here's to more salmon polenta and pink skies. Please don't let this book "awaken" you too much, as it has others, hint, hint, nudge nudge. Otherwise, enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;David&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am irrevocably disappointed in this allie character. david, wherever you are, she may have tossed you to the side (and i may loathe polenta), but i happily volunteer to be your new surrogate little sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-4795753022081087027?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/4795753022081087027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/4795753022081087027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/09/awakening.html' title='the awakening'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SrfpnMnH-2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/0nn31pBSas0/s72-c/awakening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-3421756875179084658</id><published>2009-08-26T14:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:28:49.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we are nowhere, and it's now</title><content type='html'>well, after a long hiatus and a lot of uncertainty, i have offically decided to return to blogging. however, i am shocked to discover that what i thought was a break of just a few weeks has in fact turned into a period of more than eight months.   i was nowhere and it was now for so long that i lost track of time, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eerily, shortly after i began to type this, i noticed that i had a new comment on my one remaining post.  donniella donnattello, i have no idea who you are, but never fear, my blog abandonment has ceased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, here are two dramatic stories to officially resume my bloggerness: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dramz number one—clark e. goes to law school&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SpXgXA7swQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Up7b_rf76FY/s1600-h/clark+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SpXgXA7swQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Up7b_rf76FY/s320/clark+e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374448416328564994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clark will no doubt be claiming that his story gave me the guts to carry out my own saga, so i might as well humor him. after returning to california on the thirteenth (a thursday) from teaching english in guatemala, clark called to let me know that he would not be moving out to utah for law school that sunday as we'd previously discussed.  instead, he informed me, he would be moving to pennsylvania to go to drexel, which started on monday.  had he packed?  no.  did he know where he was living?  not really.  had he booked a flight yet?  uh...he was working on it. but somehow it seems everything worked out, and despite the jet lag, he has now successfully completed his first week of law school in philidelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dramz number two—emily gets her masters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SpXgtNuwyGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h4NkFtS0c20/s1600-h/Weber-State-University-9E11A571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SpXgtNuwyGI/AAAAAAAAAMc/h4NkFtS0c20/s320/Weber-State-University-9E11A571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374448797721086050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the summer, i decided that i wanted to teach school again, and i applied to a lot of different places.  however, thanks to the lovely economy, old teachers are not retiring, the would-be jobs left by ones who actually have are not being filled, and candidate pools are huge. consequently, no job for emily. maybe i held out for a little too long without a plan b, because when monday rolled around and nearly all the elementary schools had started, i still had no idea what i was doing with my life.  to make a long story short, some strings were pulled, and at about 2:30, i decided that i was going to get my esl endorsement and start working on my masters at weber state, and by 4:30 i was sitting in class.  i didn’t exactly move from country to country then from state to state like clark did, but it was definitely enough spontaneity to last me for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-3421756875179084658?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/3421756875179084658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/3421756875179084658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-are-nowhere-and-its-now.html' title='we are nowhere, and it&apos;s now'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SpXgXA7swQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Up7b_rf76FY/s72-c/clark+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-786572278057807969.post-3728702364806554756</id><published>2009-01-05T17:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:53:50.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am, I said</title><content type='html'>I am bored of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reinventing myself and my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considering leaving the blogosphere altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with this post now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/786572278057807969-3728702364806554756?l=emilylisawride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/3728702364806554756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/786572278057807969/posts/default/3728702364806554756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilylisawride.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-bored-of-everything.html' title='I am, I said'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06758829566968094249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGrvlzBB8g0/SXpEuBLvE7I/AAAAAAAAAL0/xMVHnM6xt4w/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
