<?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-6747926629888245964</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:40:48.928-07:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='reflect'/><category term='laundry'/><category term='ponder'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='movies'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='family'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='cupcakes'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Birthday list'/><category term='Sundays'/><category term='music'/><category term='valentimes day'/><category term='fail'/><category term='love'/><category term='lame post'/><category term='rant'/><category term='putting off homework'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>c e l e s t e</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my little blogg 

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I am not anybody who is incredibly popular

But I do have thoughts and here's where I write them</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-9213065686129070011</id><published>2010-08-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T22:10:19.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>i hate goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>I have tried to write this at least a dozen times and failed each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to Arizona I first felt like a farm kid in the big city. The transition from Lubbock, Texas to Tempe, Arizona was life changing. I was so excited about graduate school that I didn't prepare for the fact that I was leaving my closest friends and moving to a big city where I didn't know anyone. The first year was tough but after two wonderfully difficult years here I have fallen in love with the city and the people I have found. To list you all would be impossible and I know if you're reading this and you live in Arizona, chances are you're someone I will miss terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually crying as a write this because I am overwhelmed with emotions (yes, I am a cry baby).&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to move back home. August 9th is the date I have set to drive home into the west Texas town of El Paso. I'd like to spend some time with my sister Becca before she moves to college and I feel like it's time to go. I have no rhyme or reason, no actual job lined up yet, and no final plans set. I know in my heart that I need to be with my family now and pursue some potential careers in El Paso so that I can pay off these God awful student loans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona friends, you all have become my family away from home. I will miss you all terribly and I thank you all the the amazing memories. Friends all over, I love you and I thank you for being so wonderful over the years. The truth of the matter is, I'll be moving physically but a piece of my heart will remain here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdrK3fI0YPA"&gt;[insert cheesy link to a song that describes how you feel here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best,&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-9213065686129070011?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/9213065686129070011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/9213065686129070011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/9213065686129070011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='i hate goodbyes.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5028312585961025160</id><published>2010-04-06T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T17:52:24.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something bigger than me.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I never write on here. My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;I have ZERO free time until May 13th, then I'll be unleashed from the prison I call grad school.&lt;br /&gt;As I'm closing out some of my clients, turning in the final papers, and saying my goodbyes I have decided to stay in Phoenix for the summer....then who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this city and the energy here, but let me be frank, when I moved here I absolutely hated it.&lt;br /&gt;After meeting some amazing people and learning more than I could have possibly imagined, I can finally breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I would return back to Texas any chance I got my first year here and regret not spending more time exploring. This summer I'd like to hang out, spend more time with the people I have become&amp;nbsp;attached&amp;nbsp;to, meet more people, enjoy the city, and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have made some impressions here and there though my work but I'm still not satisfied. I want to be a part of something that is bigger than me. Not necessarily something&amp;nbsp;colossal but something worth putting my name on. I'm not sure what it is or what I want to do but I'd like to leave Phoenix knowing I did something &amp;nbsp;while I was here. I don't care if its start something from scratch or help with an&amp;nbsp;existing&amp;nbsp;project, I just want to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-5028312585961025160?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5028312585961025160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-bigger-than-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5028312585961025160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5028312585961025160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-bigger-than-me.html' title='something bigger than me.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-2037981209013041505</id><published>2010-03-01T14:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:28:49.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new month</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah yeah it's been a month since I've last posted&lt;br /&gt;it happens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch you up to speed...tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy march 1st! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-2037981209013041505?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2037981209013041505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2037981209013041505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2037981209013041505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-month.html' title='new month'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-2833008911330089548</id><published>2010-02-02T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:35:51.946-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentimes day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>celeste is a broke grad student.</title><content type='html'>If you know me you know that i am:&lt;br /&gt;1. a poor graduate student&lt;br /&gt;2. i love cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;3. i hate valentimes day (yes i say it like that, get over it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*light bulb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't i help out my friends by having a glorified bake sale? Aha! i am a genius.&lt;br /&gt;If you need a tasty, personalized, and inexpensive valentimes day gift...I'm your gal. Wait, er, I'm not your gal as in &amp;nbsp;your date i mean i can bake you a present for your date.&lt;br /&gt;Name your flavor, decoration, &amp;nbsp;or if you need help i can walk you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 cupcakes for fifteen bucks&lt;br /&gt;(i'll throw in an extra one so you can taste em before you hand them off if you want)&lt;br /&gt;celeste [dot] summer [at] gmail [dot] com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-2833008911330089548?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2833008911330089548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/02/celeste-is-broke-grad-student.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2833008911330089548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2833008911330089548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/02/celeste-is-broke-grad-student.html' title='celeste is a broke grad student.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-1269572738423344705</id><published>2010-01-26T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:16:14.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clean up.clean up. everybody everywhere.</title><content type='html'>I wish I could type as fast as I think but the truth is, I cant.&lt;br /&gt;At this point I feel so overwhelmed with everything I can't sort out my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I can't put them down on paper...er...type them online.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be taking this weekend to do a serious clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said "a cluttered room is a cluttered mind" which is why I cant sleep if I feel I'm in a crowded space. So I've taken that philosophy and applied it to where I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;A cluttered apartment is a cluttered life.&lt;br /&gt;(yes it sounds dramatic and a bit out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dedicate this weekend to cleaning up my apartment and sorting through the boxes I have stored so that I can clear it out, clear my mind, and&amp;nbsp;organize&amp;nbsp;my thoughts in order to move forward in life.&lt;br /&gt;Again, this all sounds dramatic but it's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-1269572738423344705?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1269572738423344705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/clean-upclean-up-everybody-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1269572738423344705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1269572738423344705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/clean-upclean-up-everybody-everywhere.html' title='clean up.clean up. everybody everywhere.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-585785365280585734</id><published>2010-01-17T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:04:43.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Life Crises - part 1</title><content type='html'>I wish I had a dollar for every post I've started but deleted half way through it. I'm sure I'd be close to paying off my student loans. But anyhow...welcome back fellow readers I hope you had a lovely holiday. During my holiday I had too much time and nothing to do, which can only lead to one thing, thinking too much. In my line of work I am trained to analyze, pay attention to detail, and interpret. When I am left to do this alone for too long I can develop some very interesting theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These next few posts will be a series of the "Quarter Life Crises" by yours&amp;nbsp;truly. The reason being is while I was in my home town of El Paso, Texas I realized a number of things. One of them being that I have been forgotten by a number of "friends". Don't be mistaken, these people were friends of mine but over the years we've drifted apart and gone our&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;ways. Some I've known for what feels like a lifetime and others just a few years.&amp;nbsp;I'm not thinking of one person or one particular group of people, this is all generally speaking.&amp;nbsp;No dramatic event took place or war over some silly scandal, we simply grew up and grew apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange thing is watching it all happen. Seeing people continue to gather and talk about the same things we did when we were younger but feeling like I'm on the outside watching a movie in a language I no longer understand. What happened? Where did I turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I look back at a lot of things and remember how uncomfortable I was and how unsure I felt.&lt;br /&gt;It's taken me the last year and a half, but I finally feel like I am okay in my own skin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with being the girl that wants to study every subject, that likes to yell when I get excited about something, that enjoys cheap beer and good conversation, who loves old films and curses like a sailor from time to time. I'm okay with dressing differently, laughing at my own jokes, my strange sense of humour, over-sharing my crazy thoughts on life, and dancing like I know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;It's just too bad those people don't know the person I'm becoming and have no interest in finding out. I know I'd love to find who they've become.&lt;br /&gt;Being forgotten isn't so bad I suppose, I guess I'd rather be forgotten for the person I was then be notorious for a person I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-585785365280585734?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/585785365280585734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/quarter-life-crises-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/585785365280585734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/585785365280585734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/quarter-life-crises-part-1.html' title='Quarter Life Crises - part 1'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6588011417956085024</id><published>2010-01-13T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:06:39.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>new year fail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;My resolutions are already failtures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;start carrying a purse ( I think its about time) --- i cant do it i hate purses and my wallet of 6 years broke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-learn spanish --- eh kinda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get in touch with old friends --- keep in touch with real friends, ditch fake ones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'll post a WHOLE blog about this later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;national food day challenge (I need a name for this project...help!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.tfdutch.com/foodh.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;whatevs...this site looks dodgy and i couldnt find a better one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eff it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;xo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c4c4c; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6588011417956085024?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6588011417956085024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6588011417956085024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6588011417956085024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-fail.html' title='new year fail.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-1950087265443914933</id><published>2010-01-01T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T02:05:04.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;let me begin by saying I hate New Years Eve, it's official. However, New Years day is a whole other story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Here are my 2010 resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;start carrying a purse ( I think its about time)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-learn spanish &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get in touch with old friends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;national food day challenge (I need a name for this project...help!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;http://www.tfdutch.com/foodh.htm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The last one is close to my heart because it will take a whole year of commitment and I'm really excited about this project. I start today, Bloody Mary (ew) and Apple Gifting Day, but I want to start a blog and a twitter for this project. The bigger, the better, the more I'll have to commit to eating these crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I'd love to hear some ideas for this silly project of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am terribly excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Best for 2010,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;c&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-1950087265443914933?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1950087265443914933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1950087265443914933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1950087265443914933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolutions.html' title='resolutions'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-2693253084523750107</id><published>2009-12-13T20:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:59:27.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>may 25</title><content type='html'>if you dont know already...thats my birthday (:&lt;br /&gt;part of my "project winks" involves wine&lt;br /&gt;aaannnddd according to this website&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tfdutch.com/foodh.htm"&gt;http://www.tfdutch.com/foodh.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday is national wine day!&lt;br /&gt;perfecto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-2693253084523750107?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2693253084523750107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/may-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2693253084523750107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2693253084523750107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/may-25.html' title='may 25'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-3713697798309631795</id><published>2009-12-09T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:38:12.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>julie &amp; julia</title><content type='html'>i just watched that adorable film and it makes me want to&amp;nbsp;pursue so many of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;whats holding me back?&lt;br /&gt;answers anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-3713697798309631795?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3713697798309631795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/julie-julia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3713697798309631795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3713697798309631795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/julie-julia.html' title='julie &amp; julia'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5874529758747199873</id><published>2009-12-07T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:24:49.934-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><title type='text'>grey day</title><content type='html'>its chilly outside&lt;br /&gt;the clouds have filled the sky&lt;br /&gt;and i am stuck inside listening to ridiculous banter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to put on my yellow rain boots&lt;br /&gt;and hop in the puddles&lt;br /&gt;come back inside to grilled cheese and soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but reflect and remember&lt;br /&gt;days like this when i was a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're having a lovely day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-5874529758747199873?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5874529758747199873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/gray-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5874529758747199873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5874529758747199873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/12/gray-day.html' title='grey day'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6771320590922033705</id><published>2009-11-30T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:47:40.734-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>my age.</title><content type='html'>want to piss me off?&lt;br /&gt;bring up my age and how in 22 years there's no way i've learned a damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;this post will be angy, things will be misspelled, and yes i'm ranting....so if you're an english teacher you can stop reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my program, in my work, and in the classroom i am always being discriminated against for my age.&lt;br /&gt;i graduated high school at 17 because my birthday was the day after.&lt;br /&gt;i graduated from college at 20 because i hustled through in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;i am now 22 and will graduate with an MC degree (masters of counseling).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that i know that i am young and i know that i have a LOT to learn, but that doesn't mean i don't know what i'm talking about. elderly people are the wisest people we have in this world which is why i love and respect them. i go out of my way to learn from my grandparents, &amp;nbsp;family members, friends, community members, and professors (young and old) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't be where i'm at today if if was a dumb shit. i didn't work this hard to get where i am at so that 30-40 year olds can sit there and tell me "oh its because you're young" "thats cute" "you don't know much" "how would you know sweetie, you're so young" every single day. i worked this hard because i LOVE what i do. counseling people and improving people's mental health is my passion and THAT is why i rushed through to get here, so that i could make a difference as soon as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom does come with age, its unfortunate that manners don't.&lt;br /&gt;i am the "token slacker" in class because people assume i didnt do my homework, or didn't do the reading, or have nothing to say because i was too busy partying all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;well let me just say, i stay in most weekends and study not so i can have something to say in class (and kiss ass) but so that i can learn. However, if i do want to go out and wear an outfit you wish you could still wear...it's none of your damn business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your mouth&lt;br /&gt;open your ears&lt;br /&gt;and listen to what i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6771320590922033705?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6771320590922033705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-age.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6771320590922033705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6771320590922033705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-age.html' title='my age.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7704787216742913691</id><published>2009-11-22T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:58:10.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going on holiday</title><content type='html'>howdy ya'll&lt;div&gt;i'm headed back to texas tomorrow night&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope everybody has a lovely holiday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy turkey day folks!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-7704787216742913691?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7704787216742913691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-on-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7704787216742913691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7704787216742913691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/going-on-holiday.html' title='going on holiday'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-3703009161221896772</id><published>2009-11-16T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:55:46.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>passion</title><content type='html'>Passion can be defined in a number of ways and rather than copy and paste the definition to take up space (and look like I&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;wrote something) I'll give you my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion is what makes you tick.&lt;br /&gt;Passion is the reason you get out of bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Passion is why you get excited to get your day started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were younger we wanted to be firefighters, superheros, or Cindy Crawford (don't judge me) and at some point we stopped. We continued with school and learned that we have a slim chance of becoming the next Micheal Jordan and settled for being an accountant.&lt;br /&gt;Why? At what point did we say, that's not going to happen I better figure something else out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I realized that I am not tiny, super tall, and have no desire to hit the gym everyday to look flawless.&lt;br /&gt;I love what I do, but is that settling or&amp;nbsp;compromising?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so...BUT I feel like there is so much more I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Counseling is my passion.&lt;br /&gt;It's what makes me drive an hour in traffic to an internship site I hate going to.&lt;br /&gt;My clients progress is what makes me get out of bed everyday.&lt;br /&gt;So why am I doubting myself?&lt;br /&gt;I graduate in may 2010 with my MC degree and should be looking for jobs and getting ready to move on with my life. But something is missing, there's an itch i need to scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a family of&amp;nbsp;entrepreneurs&amp;nbsp;and I'm finding more and more that I have this strong desire to follow in their footsteps and create a business of my own. My last post mentioned my idea of WINKS and while I'm not ready to discuss it on here now it's on my mind all day everyday. What kind lighting do I want? Where should i set up shop? etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so....what do i do? where do i go? when do i start?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sorting this all out, I'll be writing everyday to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading,&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-3703009161221896772?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3703009161221896772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3703009161221896772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3703009161221896772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/passion.html' title='passion'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-4079971150290331977</id><published>2009-11-09T17:08:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T17:08:37.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abitious little bugger</title><content type='html'>i have a new business idea that i am extremely excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm calling it winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i'm going to say about it....for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-4079971150290331977?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4079971150290331977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/abitious-little-bugger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4079971150290331977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4079971150290331977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/abitious-little-bugger.html' title='abitious little bugger'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-3521530317106773976</id><published>2009-11-08T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:16:57.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>great song</title><content type='html'>Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I think of what my mother told me&lt;br /&gt;To come home if I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I should pack up all my belongings&lt;br /&gt;Head out west and take it easy&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy, easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I forget what I’ve been given&lt;br /&gt;I confuse the past and present&lt;br /&gt;I think that it’s a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;I think that is where we differ&lt;br /&gt;That were more than what we should have been&lt;br /&gt;Should have been more clear&lt;br /&gt;Should have been before&lt;br /&gt;Should have been before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I think of what my mother told me&lt;br /&gt;To come home if I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;And I feel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song by Idiosympathy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-3521530317106773976?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3521530317106773976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-song.html#comment-form' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is any of a number of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Emotion"&gt;emotions&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and experiences related to a sense of strong&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Affection"&gt;affection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-oxford_0-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#cite_note-oxford-0" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attachment_(psychology)" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Attachment (psychology)"&gt;attachment&lt;/a&gt;. The word&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a class="extiw" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/en:love" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #3366bb; text-decoration: none;" title="wikt:en:love"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleasure" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Pleasure"&gt;pleasure&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;("I loved that meal") to intense&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_attraction" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Interpersonal attraction"&gt;interpersonal attraction&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;("I love my boyfriend"). This diversity of uses and meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;As an abstract concept,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;usually refers to a deep,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ineffability" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Ineffability"&gt;ineffable&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;feeling of tenderly caring for another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_(love)" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Romance (love)"&gt;romantic love&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the nonsexual emotional closeness of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Familial_love" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Familial love"&gt;familial&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Platonic_love" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Platonic love"&gt;platonic love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-PlatonicSchool_1-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#cite_note-PlatonicSchool-1" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the profound&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henosis" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Henosis"&gt;oneness&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or devotion of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_(religious_views)" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Love (religious views)"&gt;religious love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-Gita_2-0" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#cite_note-Gita-2" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love in its various forms acts as a major facilitator of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_relationship" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Interpersonal relationship"&gt;interpersonal relationships&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and, owing to its central psychological importance, is one of the most common themes in the&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creative_arts" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; color: #002bb8; text-decoration: none;" title="Creative arts"&gt;creative arts&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://jeremyfain.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/love-is.jpg" width="168" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Love is friendship set on fire." - unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."&lt;br /&gt;- Woody Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.4em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13: 4-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div class="indent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 15px;"&gt;Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="indent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 15px;"&gt;What is love to you?&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6504418067245469942?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6504418067245469942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6504418067245469942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6504418067245469942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-4874175730079861323</id><published>2009-11-01T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:25:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my.life.in.bullet.format.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;monday - substance abuse midterm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tuesday - work at internship&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wednesday - woke up super late for work and rachcakes came in town&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thursday - work, chino bandido (amazing), class, dinner w rachcakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friday - work at internship and oh my goodness its insane, rachel and i stayed in like dorks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saturday - halloweenie night! rachTORNADO and celPEACOCK rocked it on mill&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunday - rachel left ): and now i'm studying for my MC comprehensive exam...its tomorrow!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish me luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-4874175730079861323?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4874175730079861323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/mylifeinbulletformat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4874175730079861323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4874175730079861323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/11/mylifeinbulletformat.html' title='my.life.in.bullet.format.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-322846042866886341</id><published>2009-10-26T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:40:00.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHXDW</title><content type='html'>This video was the opening to the conference and I had to post it.&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #645f5e; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="220" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7274810&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7274810&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7274810"&gt;Phoenix Design Week 2009 Opening Titles&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/phxdw"&gt;Phoenix Design Week&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-322846042866886341?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/322846042866886341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/phxdw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/322846042866886341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/322846042866886341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/phxdw.html' title='PHXDW'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5502527953483426580</id><published>2009-10-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:29:44.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where i was this weekend....in case you were wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was at PHXDW all thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.fortyagency.com/"&gt;Forty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be short, it was absolutely amazing. I am not a designer nor do I have anything to do with design but i loved soaking in all the information and learning so many new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I met some wonderful people and had some great conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The truth of the matter is, design is all around us. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SuX4jirY9eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4TXoMxfMsdM/s1600-h/phxdw_blogblitz8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SuX4jirY9eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4TXoMxfMsdM/s640/phxdw_blogblitz8.jpg" /&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/6747926629888245964-5502527953483426580?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5502527953483426580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-i-was-this-weekendin-case-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5502527953483426580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5502527953483426580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-i-was-this-weekendin-case-you.html' title='where i was this weekend....in case you were wondering'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SuX4jirY9eI/AAAAAAAAAGI/4TXoMxfMsdM/s72-c/phxdw_blogblitz8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-8050313128386323305</id><published>2009-10-22T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:54:23.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make over</title><content type='html'>so as most of you know, I am a terribly broke graduate student so that's why I use blogger.com to host my blog. which means, I have like 6 six templates to use and only a few colors to select from. I was terribly bored in class and decided to play around with them. thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something else I do when I'm bored (:&lt;br /&gt;http://dailybooth.com/celestesummer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have something I've wanted to write about but it's time to pay attention in class &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-8050313128386323305?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8050313128386323305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8050313128386323305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8050313128386323305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-over.html' title='make over'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5359984330193374462</id><published>2009-10-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:54:49.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>blur</title><content type='html'>"Does life get better after a certain point or does it all just blur together? - me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like to believe that there are quite a few periods of pure bliss, which is why everything else seems scarcely bearable. - friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does life either move so fast that we're too happy and excited to notice anything bad? or life is just at a terrible stand still that everything just blends into a gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we look forward to these good times, these goals, but what are they? the light at the end of the tunnel? what part is the light and which part is the tunnel? shouldn't life just be one bright light instead of a tunnel? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too many questions and no answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-5359984330193374462?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5359984330193374462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/blur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5359984330193374462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5359984330193374462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/blur.html' title='blur'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5287297115041343034</id><published>2009-10-05T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:42:05.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>live the life you love</title><content type='html'>I know that I question....just about everything, but I wonder sometimes when I'll ever truly be satisfied. Will I ever? I work, go to school, conduct research, hang out with friends, go to church, writer letters, the list goes on and on but when will I say I'm content. Is it my age that makes me feel like I should always be moving? Is it my active personality that wants to be everywhere and anywhere? I think it's a combination of things. I want to see everything, I want to hear sounds, I want to touch all things tangible, and I want to taste what the wonderful flavors of the world. I want to do all things that make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;So, what makes me happy? I won't know until I try it &lt;br /&gt;(within reason of course, I'm not going to go do crack because I don't know what it's like)&lt;br /&gt;I want to live life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-5287297115041343034?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5287297115041343034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-life-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5287297115041343034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5287297115041343034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/10/live-life-you-love.html' title='live the life you love'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-3066471341746227721</id><published>2009-09-17T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:44:33.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>be back soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-3066471341746227721?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3066471341746227721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/09/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3066471341746227721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3066471341746227721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/09/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6794808011709360448</id><published>2009-07-15T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:12:48.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><title type='text'>cheerios and beer</title><content type='html'>I have had a terribly long day but I just wanted to write a quick thought I had earlier this afternoon&lt;br /&gt;be good to those who are good to you&lt;br /&gt;last week I forgot my wallet to pay for parking at the church by ASU and the very nice man said not to worry about it. Now I dont know this man, but he seems to be very sweet and his job is awful. He stays out in the heat (in Phoenix it's re-damn-diculous) and takes money from people and helps them park. So he found it in his heart to let his job go and let me park for free that day. So today I saw that we have a heat warning and grabbed an extra water bottle on my way out the door. Wallet and bottle in hand I gave him my 5 bucks and a water and told him to be careful in this heat. &lt;br /&gt;Now I didn't write this to say "look at me look at me I'm so nice" it's just a little reminder to tip well, be nice to others, and remember to always repay those who showed you kindness. I hope you had a fabulous taco tuesday, I know i did&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that title will only make sense to two other people but i'm leaving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6794808011709360448?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6794808011709360448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheerios-and-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6794808011709360448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6794808011709360448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheerios-and-beer.html' title='cheerios and beer'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-1418304980372497043</id><published>2009-07-13T18:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:04:45.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing 1 2 testing</title><content type='html'>i'm trying this out for my friend luke&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what it is so...here goes nothin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="200" frameborder="0" src="http://coyotes.nhl.tv/team/embed.jsp?catid=579&amp;id=42835"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not own the rights to this video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-1418304980372497043?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1418304980372497043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/testing-1-2-testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1418304980372497043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1418304980372497043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/testing-1-2-testing.html' title='testing 1 2 testing'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-487282625377107593</id><published>2009-07-12T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:39:37.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>sweets</title><content type='html'>mmmm my weakness, well one of my weaknesses, is sweets.&lt;br /&gt;I love cupcakes, cookies, pudding, pie, cakes, and everything in between, however, chocolate is not on the list of sweets I crave which always seems to freak people out. As I sat on my futon pondering what I should write about today, I looked over and saw the last few cupcakes on the tray that my sister baked earlier this week. There is something about a perfectly sized bit of fluffy goodness topped with delicious icing that makes me giddy. Sure cupcakes are something that have been around forever, but why are they so popular and trendy right now? We've loved these little slices of heaven for years but suddenly "omg I just looove cupcakes" is a common phrase. Truth is, with the chaos and sadness going on in the world right now we look to the little things that make us happy. So forget your worries for a few minutes and grab something sweet, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-487282625377107593?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/487282625377107593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/487282625377107593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/487282625377107593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweets.html' title='sweets'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-4032688245712543801</id><published>2009-07-11T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:13:05.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame post'/><title type='text'>post</title><content type='html'>truth is my eye hurts, my head is pounding, im hungry, and i have no idea where to start with all the work piled on my table. i thought sitting here to think and write would help, it's not. starting at my screen has not helped&lt;br /&gt;sorry for this terrible entry i hope you're having a great day&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-4032688245712543801?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4032688245712543801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4032688245712543801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4032688245712543801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/post.html' title='post'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7848282253496885279</id><published>2009-07-07T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:08:10.694-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>mia</title><content type='html'>i havent written in forever&lt;br /&gt;im terribly busy&lt;br /&gt;went home (el paso) for the 4th&lt;br /&gt;had a fabulous time and got to ride in my last parade&lt;br /&gt;back in tempe, and i've got my sister becca&lt;br /&gt;here's our terrible interview&lt;br /&gt;(i haven't even played it back because i know it's just silly)&lt;br /&gt;i'll write tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5503016&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5503016&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5503016"&gt;terrible&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1644135"&gt;CelesteNevarez&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-7848282253496885279?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7848282253496885279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/mia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7848282253496885279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7848282253496885279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/07/mia.html' title='mia'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6443956366749295801</id><published>2009-06-22T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:35:36.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><title type='text'>zzZzzzZzz</title><content type='html'>i have become mentally strained the past few weeks but these past few days have been especially difficult for me...in a weird kind of way. i run around all the time i stay up late i wake up at weird times but lately i can't sleep at night when i am laying in bed because i feel like my brain can't turn off. then i spend all morning dragging and take a nap at random afternoon times and i think that is also what keeps me up at night. while i lay in bed i'm thinking about money (all the time now UGH), thinking about what i did that day, thinking about what i have to do the next day and if i have everything ready for the next day, but worst of all i think about what goes on with my clients. i love my work but i'm trying to learn how to not bring it home. i've gotten attached and tied up with the stories and situations they've shared with me and now i think about it while im laying in bed, trying to figure out what i need to do to help them, thinking about how i can be better....the list goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;i have to learn how to worry about myself and my problems and try to leave theirs at the door because i am up late thinking about how they must feel and how badly i wish i could help. we talk about each client and any issues during supervision and seminar but it makes it hard sometimes because i can't talk about anything with anybody. Somehow just writing this makes me feel better and actually formulating words and sentences about how i feel so thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;hope you're having an amazing week&lt;br /&gt;xo -c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6443956366749295801?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6443956366749295801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/zzzzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6443956366749295801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6443956366749295801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzZzzzZzz'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6763101805459771501</id><published>2009-06-21T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:09:12.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>happy father's day &amp; happy first day of summer!</title><content type='html'>hello all&lt;br /&gt;happy fathers day to all you papas out there&lt;br /&gt;happy first day of summer as well! (: my favorite season&lt;br /&gt;summer's my middle name (not as cool as danger, but it works)&lt;br /&gt;sadly this is the first father's day I've spent away from my family and so&lt;br /&gt;i thought writing and reflecting about them would make me feel better about it&lt;br /&gt;my dad is one of my many heroes and I've written a whole blog about that&lt;br /&gt;my Godfather and uncle are two men i also have learned a number of things from&lt;br /&gt;but somebody that i don't write about is my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;he and my grandmother moved here from Mexico in the 60's and have truly&lt;br /&gt;lived the "American dream"&lt;br /&gt;to this day, my grandpa will not tell me what grade he had to drop out to support his family but is the most intelligent person i know. he knows what it takes to raise a family, learn a foreign language, treat people with respect, establish a successful business, and so much more. he's also the person who taught me how to multiply with times tables he would write out, helped me learn how to rollerblade, he taught me how to dance, and has taught me that the friends you have when you're down and broke are the friends you keep when you're up and doing well in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could write a book of all the things he's taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his 75th birthday is coming up and he continues to inspire me as he continues to grow and learn. he is currently learning how to text message and as silly as it sounds it is so awesome to see how he has kept up with the world around him and still moves forward in life. he still works full time with his own business, still works with the church, and is commited passing his wisdom to our family. between his grace on the dance floor and handy man skills my grandfather is the renaissance man.&lt;br /&gt;to the man who danced me to sleep everynight because it was the only way i would,&lt;br /&gt;te quiero muchismo y te extrano tambien&lt;br /&gt;-celestE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;happy father's day to your daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6763101805459771501?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6763101805459771501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6763101805459771501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6763101805459771501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy father&apos;s day &amp; happy first day of summer!'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-8774037368144153017</id><published>2009-06-17T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:08:40.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>wacky wednesday</title><content type='html'>hello all&lt;br /&gt;lots and lots going on&lt;br /&gt;work has been much more time consuming along with trying to keep up with all the paper work for my practicum is difficult&lt;br /&gt;last night taco's tuesday with luke and alex was exactly what we needed (:&lt;br /&gt;today i miss my family quite terribly&lt;br /&gt;this is my first summer away from home ): i sound like a little kid at camp&lt;br /&gt;short sweet and to the point&lt;br /&gt;more later (promise)&lt;br /&gt;c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-8774037368144153017?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8774037368144153017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/wacky-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8774037368144153017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8774037368144153017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/wacky-wednesday.html' title='wacky wednesday'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-8504136199810277923</id><published>2009-06-14T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:21:24.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><title type='text'>ordinary.</title><content type='html'>today I've spent a good part of my time pondering the role I play in the world&lt;br /&gt;it's something I think about every now and again, especially when making decisions of how I want to spend my life and when I motivate myself to work harder&lt;br /&gt;but today was different...&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how hard I've worked the past few years, hustling through college and busting my bum to get where I'm at today. So now I'm here, this is what I thought I've worked for knowing it would take me to the next step. Now that I'm here, I don't know exactly how I feel about it or what that "next step" is. I've thought about how badly I want to help the community I live in (wherever that may be) and help those in need. But then there's the business driven daddy's girl within me that loves the hustle, loves to network, and loves the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Potential careers I'd love to have include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;work in a counseling firm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have my own practice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;establish a non profit organization for at-risk adolescents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have my own bakery that pairs cupcakes with beer and wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have my own (separate) bakery that is frilly and serves cupcakes with tea &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open up a store like buffalo exchange but with baby clothes, they grow so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;design and create my own accessories (dressing conservative for sessions gets old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I will be satisfied when I fulfill 6 out of 7 of those goals, the last one I kind of do when I have free time but to be committed to it I'm sure would become a job and not a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;my goals are in no way related to each other and there's only so much time we have in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm going to do it all, somehow someway&lt;br /&gt;It will take me a while, but I can't feel this way anymore&lt;br /&gt;being ordinary and being sedentary are two different things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'm off to try a new cupcake recipe, get some research done, and study for next week's sessions...juggling is something I do everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."&lt;br /&gt;- Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail, favorite quote of all time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-8504136199810277923?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8504136199810277923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/ordinary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8504136199810277923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8504136199810277923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/ordinary.html' title='ordinary.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-801414910593010036</id><published>2009-06-12T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:19:54.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>thank you thank you thank you&lt;br /&gt;for all the birthday wishes, presents, and memories&lt;br /&gt;i had a faaabulous birthday and haven't written since then&lt;br /&gt;(sorry)&lt;br /&gt;this will explain why&lt;br /&gt;happy pizza friday everyone!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5135717&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5135717&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5135717"&gt;update&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1644135"&gt;CelesteNevarez&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the lighting and that buzzing noise i still cant figure out what it is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-801414910593010036?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/801414910593010036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/801414910593010036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/801414910593010036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7596262308530708743</id><published>2009-05-25T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:06:58.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday list'/><title type='text'>birthday!</title><content type='html'>It's finally here!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending the day with my wonderful family and friends (:&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be happier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more time for kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25 Birthday Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine decanter&lt;br /&gt;a tea date with Kevin Rose&lt;br /&gt;kitchen &amp;amp; baking gadgets&lt;br /&gt;Stella McCartney perfume (deeeelish)&lt;br /&gt;books (biographies are my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;a tea book&lt;br /&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk's 101 Wines (book) &amp;amp; his new book Crush it!&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire DVD&lt;br /&gt;tea gadgets (specifically a tea pot with thermometer)&lt;br /&gt;a nice bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;June rent&lt;br /&gt;some good music&lt;br /&gt;Toms&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-7596262308530708743?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7596262308530708743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7596262308530708743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7596262308530708743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday.html' title='birthday!'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6971674786744975389</id><published>2009-05-20T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:09:22.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday list'/><title type='text'>life is good</title><content type='html'>Hello!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I'm still out and about traveling, but I'm writing from the Houston area today. Kansas was absolutely amazing and I can't wait to go back. In other news....I got the job! I will be working this summer with the business college at ASU conducting research and designing courses. I can't put into words how excited I am for the projects and teams I'll be a part of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday is in FIVE days!! I love birthdays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've put up a list a few times (and yes I'll be putting it up again) but the most important thing on there hasn't been actually written down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I want for my birthday is to be with my family and friends to celebrate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything else is just the icing on the cake because even if I didn't get any presents and I spent the week with the people I love, I'd be happy as can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truth be told, the birthday celebration has already begun and I've received some amazingly thoughtful gifts (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sound like a 16 year old brat I know, but its the one week I get to be a little egotistical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you're having a great week and thanks for reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;May 25 Birthday Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;wine decanter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a tea date with Kevin Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &amp;amp; baking gadgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stella McCartney perfume (deeeelish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;books (biographies are my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a tea book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk's 101 Wines (book) &amp;amp; his new book Crush it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;tea gadgets (specifically a tea pot with thermometer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a nice bottle of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;June rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;some good music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/6747926629888245964-6971674786744975389?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6971674786744975389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6971674786744975389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6971674786744975389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-is-good.html' title='life is good'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5017532752884521633</id><published>2009-05-13T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:34:23.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame post'/><title type='text'>traveling</title><content type='html'>Howdy from Texas! &lt;div&gt;   I've been all over the place just after finishing up a long week of finals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in Austin, currently in Houston, and will be headed to Kansas this weekend...and more running around after that! I hope everybody is doing well, I know I'm as happy as can be (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Texas and being surrounded by family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...I really don't have anything to write about right now so take care and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go get into some trouble &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-5017532752884521633?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5017532752884521633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/traveling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5017532752884521633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5017532752884521633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/traveling.html' title='traveling'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-8254015757021075921</id><published>2009-05-06T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:32:12.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>Today is the 6th of May and while most spent the days nursing hangovers, I spent the day cramming and taking 2 finals back to back. woo! I survived my first year of grad school and I'm so happy to say I made it.  I think I did terrible on one final, but there's no use worrying about it now. This year was more than just hitting the books and making the grade, it was moving out to a city and state where I knew....1 maybe 2 people. I live alone and that was a first and I joined a program a week before classes started. It's been a roller coaster to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everybody who listened to me complain, sent me words of encouragement, and love letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my dear friend Jared woke up from his coma this afternoon! I am so happy that our prayers have been answered and I hope he recovers well and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all good, there comes some bad. Today I was thinking about spring and all the things that come along with it. (Yes, I realize it's May and summer is just around the corner) Things like birds chirping, flowers blooming, and best of all love is in the air. While I refuse to talk about anything toooo personal on this blog, I'd like to discuss the bad that comes along with the good - the heartache that comes along with love. I have more guy friends than girls, and lately my phone has been ringing off the hook with relationship advice and I wanted to step back and think about it for a while. Some starting new flings, others breaking up, and some just tired of looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I ask is, why do we do it? Why do we give everything we have to somebody we hardly know and can only hope we can trust. In the beginning, relationships are hopeful and pleasant then you move to trust them and let a little of yourself leak through. Depending on how that goes, you go on and on growing and giving. I know I'm not writing anything nobody's ever heard before, but you can always tell how a person feels about relationships depending on how far along they are with them. Somebody who's newly in love says they are awesome and give advice like "you'll find the right person" where people who just got dumped say "f-- love."  The truth of the matter is, we love being in love or the idea of love anyway. People need interaction, connection, and companionship which is why it hurts so bad when we lose the person we thought we had that with.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than run with my crazy theories of relationships, I'll save that for another day, I wanted to ponder over breakups. Everybody knows that pain. The hurt you feel when somebody says they've found somebody else to fill their heart, or their bedroom for that matter. What is one to do? How does one gain enough courage to try again? Why do we allow others to make us feel this way? I am not saying love or relationships are a waste of time, in fact I am quite the fan.&lt;br /&gt;That scar left behind every broken relationship only builds thicker skin and a lesson is learned for the future. Along with that we become better people for the future relationships headed our way, more specifically what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My battery is dying and I refuse to read this over and try to make sense of my madness.&lt;br /&gt;To all the broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;dust yourself off and get up you're going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-8254015757021075921?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8254015757021075921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8254015757021075921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8254015757021075921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5354420708557145845</id><published>2009-05-05T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:03:53.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for dad</title><content type='html'>Dear daddy,&lt;br /&gt;  You've called me the past two days in a row wondering why I haven't posted anything. Truth is, finals are this week and I'm trying to get ready for my atx/hou/kas/elp trip. I'm sorry for the delay and for letting you down. I hope you have a great day and remember I miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;-c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if anybody other than my dad calls me c, i don't like it...just thought you should know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-5354420708557145845?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5354420708557145845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5354420708557145845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5354420708557145845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-dad.html' title='for dad'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7729623652818699276</id><published>2009-04-29T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:48:18.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><title type='text'>mean reds</title><content type='html'>I've got a case of the mean reds today.&lt;br /&gt;If you know what this means, you're awesome.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, I'm shaking my head at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By evening my day was lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I baked some cupcakes, decorated them pretty cool, wacky wednesday and 31 cent scoop night with brother (:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sfksq6BHB0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SkNeI6iMqXs/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sfksq6BHB0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SkNeI6iMqXs/s200/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330340749609731906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sfksq7mkEuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7kccpXQdrdg/s1600-h/cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sfksq7mkEuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/7kccpXQdrdg/s200/cakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330340750035260130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sfksqi2STlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8_s-urEYMig/s1600-h/cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sfksqi2STlI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8_s-urEYMig/s200/cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330340743390318162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-7729623652818699276?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7729623652818699276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/mean-reds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7729623652818699276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7729623652818699276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/mean-reds.html' title='mean reds'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sfksq6BHB0I/AAAAAAAAAF4/SkNeI6iMqXs/s72-c/31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-1365278825861586725</id><published>2009-04-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:48:30.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yuck.</title><content type='html'>I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel well&lt;br /&gt;and the last thing I want to do right now is stare at a screen and think of what to type&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to watch the video below&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-1365278825861586725?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1365278825861586725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/yuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1365278825861586725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1365278825861586725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/yuck.html' title='yuck.'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-4125587833445566691</id><published>2009-04-27T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:57:21.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><title type='text'>the little guy</title><content type='html'>I tried another video blog, but let me just say it's not very good.&lt;br /&gt;I did it in one take, I look awful, and I can't figure out what that noise in the background is.&lt;br /&gt;Please watch it though (yes I know I just hated on it)&lt;br /&gt;The point of this post is to challenge you and others to notice the people around you and not just your followers on twitter or friends on myspace.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the video, pass it on, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4369905&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4369905&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4369905"&gt;People&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1644135"&gt;CelesteNevarez&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-4125587833445566691?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4125587833445566691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-guy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4125587833445566691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4125587833445566691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/little-guy.html' title='the little guy'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5040933490960213295</id><published>2009-04-26T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:20:18.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><title type='text'>brownies and milk anyone?</title><content type='html'>If you know me you know I hate chocolate, but every once in a while I crave brownies and have 1 with a HUGE glass of milk. Sadly, I baked a whole 9x13  so I'll be bringing them to class tomorrow to share because I could never eat all of this.&lt;br /&gt;I've already written about how much I love Sundays but today was another one of those great Sundays that I can't help but write about.&lt;br /&gt;I went to mass with my brother and we headed home for left over pizza and a nap.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to an obnoxious knock on the door and feeling quite cranky because of it until I found a bouquet of daises at my step. My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;The card was not signed buuuut I think I know who it was (:&lt;br /&gt;I was in a great mood so I decided to paint and nothing fancy came of it but I love painting.&lt;br /&gt;I took brother home after we bummed around the apt all day and I found a garage sale on the way home, oops. I bought 2 mint green shutters and an amazing headboard, all for 10 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;I went to ACE and bought some paint and some hooks and headed to my patio to continue my artsy afternoon. The sun was setting and I was painting one of the window shutters white so it looks antiqued and put in some hooks to hang my jewelry. It sounds like a breeze but this was pretty time consuming project. I'll put some pictures below this post but I love this idea! I found it online with a frame and I thought this might be another way of doing it. I still don't know what I'll do with the other, maybe a tray to take breakfast in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas for the head board? My bed is from Ikea and can't really be taken apart for it so I don't know what I want to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;After all my hard work, I made some dinner and baked brownies (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching my shows and writing more psych papers tonight but I hope you're having a lovely Sunday&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUxP0uQYrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pK0D0BFFo7M/s1600-h/SL380976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUxP0uQYrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pK0D0BFFo7M/s200/SL380976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329219881983304370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwLPKfUPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lw0X_33RTVI/s1600-h/SL380973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwLPKfUPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/lw0X_33RTVI/s200/SL380973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218703670071538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwK8PhG8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/zCwIfQJeCxs/s1600-h/SL380971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwK8PhG8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/zCwIfQJeCxs/s200/SL380971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218698590886850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwKqQyIPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nTddPDuYGqM/s1600-h/SL380972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwKqQyIPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nTddPDuYGqM/s200/SL380972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218693764358386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwK6skjoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/I1I1xYdysfA/s1600-h/SL380975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwK6skjoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/I1I1xYdysfA/s200/SL380975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218698175876738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwKajNt1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/G0AF7m4-mPg/s1600-h/SL380970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUwKajNt1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/G0AF7m4-mPg/s200/SL380970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218689546696530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &amp;amp;  before pictures&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;that is not all of my jewelry, that's all that can fit (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-5040933490960213295?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5040933490960213295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/brownies-and-milk-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5040933490960213295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5040933490960213295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/brownies-and-milk-anyone.html' title='brownies and milk anyone?'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfUxP0uQYrI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pK0D0BFFo7M/s72-c/SL380976.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-2862286041820125178</id><published>2009-04-26T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:40:33.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday list'/><title type='text'>One month...</title><content type='html'>My birthday is exactly ONE month from today!&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know how much I  l-o-v-e birthdays&lt;br /&gt;My updated wish list will be my post for today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25 Birthday Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wine decanter- check&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;a date with Kevin Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; baking gadgets - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stella McCartney perfume (deeeelish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;books (biographies are my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a tea book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk's 101 Wines (book)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;Slumdog Millionaire DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;tea gadgets (specifically a tea pot with thermometer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;a nice bottle of wine - check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;June rent - check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;some good music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;martha stewart's encyclopedia of crafts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6747926629888245964-2862286041820125178?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2862286041820125178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2862286041820125178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2862286041820125178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month.html' title='One month...'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-8095697301268704875</id><published>2009-04-25T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T02:06:10.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>it's 2:00 am&lt;br /&gt;I just got home from a wonderful evening. I had sushi with kate, drove around lost in downtown phx for about an hour, went to the phoenix contemporary design fair (vip thanks to tdhurst), and went to a small where local bands play and saw an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; performance by a band that had a violin, cello, guitar, drums, french horn, sax, and accordion.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say now that my make up is off, my hair is up, and my bed is calling my name so I apologize NOW for any typos because I will not proof read this (:&lt;br /&gt;I thought of a few things to write about on the ride home because it was such an interesting night and I met so many different people that if I could type everything that crossed my mind this would be a 20 page post, but I'll spare you. I just saw such great passion in everybody I hung out with tonight, designers, chefs, businessmen, artists, musicians, writers, etc. But I ended the night with some youngin's like myself and we were talking about crappy jobs or lack of jobs we have and what we see ourselves doing years from now. It was fun to be in the same struggling boat with the others for once. I really could go on about how this one man thought he had me all figured out because I was young and assumed the worst in me, but after talking he handed me a business card and said I was somebody worth knowing. That's always for the ego to hear and I was glad I turned his mentality of young people today around (I'll spare you on that chaos as well, but we did have a long discussion at the table later on)&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder, what am I chasing? Broke musicians bus tables to cover the bills while they chase after their dreams to play on stage, artists bartend so they can make enough in tips so they can buy more supplies the list goes on and on of people doing whatever it takes to make their dreams happen. What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke as can be, working on a degree that I want so badly, but am I really fighting for it?&lt;br /&gt;I think I am, but my mind is a mess of questions that I can't answer so I'll leave you with my favorite quote of all time. It's meg ryan in the blockbuster award winning all time classic...you've got mail&lt;br /&gt;(my 2nd favorite movie of all time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable, but small. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don’t really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So goodnight, dear void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;goodnight dear void&lt;br /&gt;-c&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/6747926629888245964-8095697301268704875?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/8095697301268704875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8095697301268704875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/8095697301268704875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7177780923365143262</id><published>2009-04-23T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:58:25.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFTa7q2b9I/AAAAAAAAADo/nsrNr2qvcqo/s1600-h/Picture+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFTa7q2b9I/AAAAAAAAADo/nsrNr2qvcqo/s320/Picture+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328131556315131858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFTaYLwrkI/AAAAAAAAADg/-5bneBCjMxo/s1600-h/Picture+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFTaYLwrkI/AAAAAAAAADg/-5bneBCjMxo/s320/Picture+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328131546789490242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFTaScRt9I/AAAAAAAAADY/U6QoAAVRDM0/s1600-h/Picture+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFTaScRt9I/AAAAAAAAADY/U6QoAAVRDM0/s320/Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328131545248151506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello! I finally finished my psychological assessment paper and so I'm going to catch up in sleep&lt;br /&gt;but here's my apology for my lack of posts, enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4306841&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4306841&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/Desktop/Picture%202.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;-c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-7177780923365143262?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7177780923365143262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-something-new.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7177780923365143262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7177780923365143262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying something new'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFTa7q2b9I/AAAAAAAAADo/nsrNr2qvcqo/s72-c/Picture+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-774961246244040112</id><published>2009-04-19T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:01:00.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putting off homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Familia</title><content type='html'>I can put off writing a paper like nobody's business, I wish I could get paid by the hour that I put this off. In the mean time I'll be writing on here and watching my Sunday night shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love Sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wake up early, go to mass with my brother, have lunch with him and usually come home and clean up, bake dessert, homework, and watch my shows as I cuddle up with some tea. This Sunday my brother spent all day with me and it made me so happy. We'll be living together next year and I know neither one of us are very excited about it but today reminded me of how we were little and used to be attached at the hip. Family is the most important thing in the world and I'm so happy to have such an amazing, loving, and caring family members. We don't always get along and we don't always agree on everything but we stick together. Sunday's remind me of how much I love my family and spending every Sunday lunch together at a HUGE table making fun of each other, telling stories, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about how I think family is the most important part of life, but I like this post being short and sweet so I'll leave it at is.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-774961246244040112?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/774961246244040112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/familia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/774961246244040112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/774961246244040112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/familia.html' title='Familia'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-3000545772118634162</id><published>2009-04-18T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:41:42.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame post'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>So my poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't do too hot but thanks for those who did participate&lt;br /&gt;The few votes went against the study which didn't surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;It's 11:30 on a Saturday night and I'm sitting in my pjs watching SNL because I really really really don't want to write my paper on psychological assessments, woo! Sounds exciting doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is killin me right now and I have no idea why but I feel terrible, I'm headed to bed soon. I thought I could write on here but it's not lookin too good folks, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I will say this, I have been on the phone a little bit more than usual this week just sending texts and calling friends I haven't heard from in a while and it's made me miss everybody so much more. If I didn't call you and you're reading this I'm sorry call me this week please. On the flipside, I'm also disappointed with a few friends lately. I'm not going to point anybody out or say that I'm this glorified super friend but it makes me sad that as we get older we lose sight of those who used to be so important in our lives. Iu moved to Arizona and left everybody I know and love in Texas and I think about them everyday bt there are times I think that maybe they've forgotten about me. This is a terribly pathetic post and before I sound like an emo pre-teen I want to reinforce that I  know I haven't been the best friend either&lt;br /&gt;but hey...I'm thinkin about ya&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord is it just me or is everybody getting married and having babies?!&lt;br /&gt;Where did time go? I want to worry about being picked to play on the playground again, this is insane. Congrats to everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-3000545772118634162?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3000545772118634162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3000545772118634162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3000545772118634162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-5231379107790978808</id><published>2009-04-15T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:03:48.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><title type='text'>Sex vs Video Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night I wrote a terribly lame post and said today I would write something worthwhile, my apologies, but after watching diggnation the little scientist within me is curious.&lt;br /&gt;There is a story that says a study shows that 72% of British men would choose video games over sex with their long time girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the study: http://www.pocket-lint.com/news/news.phtml/23352/24376/72percent-prefer-gaming-to-girlfriends.phtml&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the show: http://revision3.com/diggnation/diggnation---episode-198/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the story online Alex and Kevin discuss the topic and agree! Along with the rest of the crew of the show and I am terribly curious, is this true? Now I love research especially social sciences research (psych nerd, hello) but the article doesn't give numbers or thoroughly explain the study. Which leads me to my question, would men &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;choose video games over sex? Perhaps this study was limited to a small population and would therefore create a bias. The guys at diggnation are tech and game guys so that one was pretty predictable, but what about the average joe? This lame attempt to collect information is more for entertainment than science but I hope I get guys to vote on the poll I've created so please pass this along. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;xo -c&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/6747926629888245964-5231379107790978808?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/5231379107790978808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-vs-video-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5231379107790978808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/5231379107790978808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/sex-vs-video-games.html' title='Sex vs Video Games'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-1952564373129479711</id><published>2009-04-15T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:14:33.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lame post'/><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>I haven't written a blog worth reading in a few days, and I can promise this&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW I will have a ton of things to write about&lt;br /&gt;check in for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;book idea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thoughts about today's society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;birthday ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;In the mean time, please please please pray for my friend Jared&lt;br /&gt;g'nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-1952564373129479711?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1952564373129479711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1952564373129479711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1952564373129479711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7001901113165883098</id><published>2009-04-13T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:22:18.374-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday list'/><title type='text'>Wish List (update)</title><content type='html'>My family just left and I am terribly sad&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like writing so I'll update my Birthday list&lt;br /&gt;(they bought me some stuff while they were here) yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25 Birthday Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wine decanter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;a date with Kevin Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; baking gadgets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stella McCartney perfume (deeeelish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;books (biographies are my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a tea book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk's 101 Wines (book)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;Slumdog Millionaire DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;tea gadgets (specifically a tea pot with thermometer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;a nice bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;June rent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;some good music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;a pair of Toms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6747926629888245964-7001901113165883098?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7001901113165883098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-list-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7001901113165883098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7001901113165883098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-list-update.html' title='Wish List (update)'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6998695263409848083</id><published>2009-04-12T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:40:56.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everybody (:&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody is having a wonderful Easter holiday&lt;br /&gt;my family is town and I couldn't be happier&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have them here with me, which is why I haven't written in a while&lt;br /&gt;more to come later.&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6998695263409848083?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6998695263409848083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6998695263409848083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6998695263409848083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7869413504226370806</id><published>2009-04-08T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:44:31.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The amazingly talented Robbie Martinez took these pictures of me last year and sent them to me today so I had to post them! Follow him on twitter.com/RobM87&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much Robbie!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sd1mZbOKDYI/AAAAAAAAABo/wTqTDPnLfBU/s1600-h/brink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sd1mZbOKDYI/AAAAAAAAABo/wTqTDPnLfBU/s320/brink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322522921611693442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sd1mZPFsHGI/AAAAAAAAABg/KhCrYlyDFo8/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sd1mZPFsHGI/AAAAAAAAABg/KhCrYlyDFo8/s320/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322522918354951266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sd1mESjvHiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z5Ainkggo9U/s1600-h/lipstick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sd1mESjvHiI/AAAAAAAAABY/Z5Ainkggo9U/s320/lipstick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322522558509030946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-7869413504226370806?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7869413504226370806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7869413504226370806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7869413504226370806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/Sd1mZbOKDYI/AAAAAAAAABo/wTqTDPnLfBU/s72-c/brink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-9039631374546874857</id><published>2009-04-07T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T01:06:46.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ponder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Marley &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>Tonight was just like any other Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl (hey, don't knock it till you try it), dinner, and painting my nails&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his friend Benny came over and I tried a new recipe! Kung Pao chicken, fried rice, and plain steamed rice. I would have liked it to been spicier but I'm sure my stomach appreciated the mild spice. Check it out http://twitpic.com/2xvd0  Thanks mom &amp;amp; dad for the wok (:&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from droppin off the boys I rented Marley &amp;amp; Me because I had a free rental and to be honest there was nothing else at the RedBox. I didn't think I'd like it but I ended up loving it and even crying at the end! I won't give specifics but I do reccomend it, especially as a date movie. It just got me thinking  about my life and the direction, or lack there of, that it's going in. I also watched my 2nd favorite movie of all time, You've Got Mail but I can write a book about how my life and that movie intertwine. I'm at the stage in my life where nothing is really making sense, I'm holding on and hoping for the best. It's weird becaue I know I complain about this ridiculous rollercoaster my life is on right now and all the turns I've taken in just the past year, but this movie (believe it or not) has got me thinking that maybe this ride isn't so bad. I have the rest of my life to stand still and know exactly what my next move is, but for now I like waking up in the morning and the most difficult task on my to-do list is to try and get to the gym. I am accumulating an emmense amout of debt, I have no idea where I'm going to live next year, I don't know where I'll live/work the year after that, I'm working on a degree that I can only pray makes me happy with my work, and I hope I have enough money to pay tution this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's weird how this sappy love story got me thinking about all of this but you hear it time and time again "where did time go?"&lt;br /&gt;Strange. I'm listening to Idiosympathy and the lyric "getting older is not the same as growing up" was just sung, how perfectly put.&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the point, today I had my mini prac where I saw my classmate as a client and it felt so good walking out of the session knowing this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. I have the rest of my life to pay back the debt it's not going anywhere, I can enjoy moving another 5 more times because one day I'll live in a house for the rest of my life, I can figure out where I work/live when I find a place that makes me happiest, and tution can always be paid with more loans. I'm sure I'll have to go back to this post one day when I'm scrambling to get my life together but for now I've got my life &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-9039631374546874857?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/9039631374546874857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/marley-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/9039631374546874857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/9039631374546874857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/marley-me.html' title='Marley &amp; Me'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-1346090190070471805</id><published>2009-04-05T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:38:29.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tomorrow I have my first "mini practicum" where we see our classmates as our clients and we are filmed and evaluated. One step closer to seeing actual clients, eek!&lt;br /&gt;I have to go over my notes and study for my analysis of the individual exam on Wednesday as well&lt;br /&gt;so tonight's blog will be short and sweet&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'ll leave it to the amazing Jimmy Eat World to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"For Me This Is Heaven"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; The first star I see may not be a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; We can't do a thing but wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; So let's wait for one more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; The time such clumsy time in deciding if it's time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; I'm careful but not sure how it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; You can loose yourself in your courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; The mindless comfort grows when I'm alone with my 'great' plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; This is what she says gets her through it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; "If I don't let myself by happy now then when?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; If not now when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; When the time we have now ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; When the big hand goes round again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Can you still feel the butterflies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Can you still hear the last goodnight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; Close my eyes and believe wherever you are, an angel for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Goodnight world&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&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/6747926629888245964-1346090190070471805?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1346090190070471805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1346090190070471805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1346090190070471805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-3899835676559122941</id><published>2009-04-04T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:00:03.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite day of the year</title><content type='html'>4.4. is always my favorite day of the year&lt;br /&gt;always has been&lt;br /&gt;always will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't be explaining why&lt;br /&gt;but that's all for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-3899835676559122941?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3899835676559122941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-day-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3899835676559122941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3899835676559122941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-favorite-day-of-year.html' title='my favorite day of the year'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-2828428316604167694</id><published>2009-04-03T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:02:21.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>Two Things: Good People Day &amp;     When it rains, it pours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Good afternoon! I just had an absolutely amazing and relaxing Friday, and I'll get more to that after I write about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;GPD&lt;/span&gt;09. I will warn you now, this blog post may be a little long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good People Day 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vaynerchuck&lt;/span&gt; of Wine Library &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tv&lt;/span&gt;.com or @&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;garyvee&lt;/span&gt; on Twitter, has challenged the whole social media community to give praise to or promote good people of the world on April 3. I'm a huge fan of his show and his work, but I admire his emphasis of the value of family. Family is the most important thing in life and I know this because my grandparents from Mexico have instilled this mentality within me, which made this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GPD&lt;/span&gt; post very difficult to write because I have so many wonderful family members to choose from.&lt;br /&gt; One day I'd like to really sit down and write about how I feel about my grandparents and the love I have for them because I know I've told just about everybody I know, but I'd like to explore the creativity of writing it out. But today is about my Dad, Victor F &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nevarez&lt;/span&gt; II.&lt;br /&gt; He's who I'd like to talk about for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;GPD&lt;/span&gt;09 because I feel that he is probably the most underrated person in my family. Not to say that he's not amazing and my family doesn't love him as much or anything, but he's the quiet one and for that I think he needs to be praised. My dad was born in El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Paso&lt;/span&gt;, Texas after my grandparents had moved from Mexico and was the oldest child. I think being the oldest and trying to take care of my two wonderfully crazy uncles along with helping my grandparents transition into the States, is one of the reasons why he is so quiet but it's also the reason he works so hard. I'm proud to say my dad's a hustler and gets the job done day in and day out. He married my Mom at such a young age and had me not too long after and just thinking about that gives me goosebumps. I'm about the same age now and just out of college but to be married and have a kid, I couldn't do it. My dad worked his way up from working with State Farm and working claims, to becoming an agent, to now owning and operating 2 agencies of his own in El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Paso&lt;/span&gt;. While climbing the business ladder, he had 4 kids (Me, Victor III, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;, and Alyssa) and still happily married. Moving from the Lower Valley in El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Paso&lt;/span&gt; to the far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Eastside&lt;/span&gt;, on the golf course I should add, not in one big jump but 5 steady moves over time. I could fill pages about how much I admire his work ethic, his sense of humor, and his interaction with people but I hope this brief summary will do for now. He may not always express his emotions as well as others, he may think raising the roof is a cool dance move, and he might call himself Paprika the rapper; but he's my dad and I'm proud to say that he's the best father I could ever have. I love you daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it rains, it pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Normally this expression is used to describe negative experiences, or at least that's how I have always used it. This past week has been nothing but good to me and if you've read my other blog posts then you know why. For those of you reading who don't know me, I am a terribly broke graduate student who's currently unemployed and who's rent just went up. This week I've "found" a Jimmy Eat World vinyl, went to the Fast &amp;amp; Furious premiere, had my email read on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;diggnation&lt;/span&gt;, and yesterday although I had to fix my car I got an upgrade car wash and a few coupons out of it. Today, I got an email from my professor asking me to come in to talk about a possible graduate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;assistantship&lt;/span&gt; which would cut my tuition in HALF if I get it. In my running shorts, t shirt, and sneakers I got there as fast as I could and talked to her about it. I would work 10 hrs a week at the front desk of the Counselor Training Center, cake! She told me she had already recommended me and I said I'd love to, and she took me over to check it out and they were willing to have an interview right then and there (yes in my outfit). I met a few people, had the interview with the woman hiring who happens to be my classmate and it went really well. She said I'd be great for it and they'll try to find the funding for me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lesson&lt;/span&gt; learned: always be nice to professors and try to build relationships with them. Finally I'll get to catch a break with some tuition, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;If that's not great enough, I went for a quick run and swim where I listened to my voicemail and found the most exciting news. I've been looking for a job on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;asu&lt;/span&gt; listings, you name it I've applied for it. Nobody wants a part time grad student that can only work crazy hours, but long story short I applied to an acting agency online just to see what would happen and they called back! The voicemail was from a woman saying she has never had so many casting calls match a single person like my profile has and has directors wanting to speak to me! Is that not insane?! She was out of the office when I called, but she'll be calling me on Monday and I hope it's good news. This week has been nothing short of amazing.&lt;br /&gt;If this week has taught me anything, it's to always be on the look out for opportunities or relationships and always see the good in everything that happens.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt; -c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6747926629888245964-2828428316604167694?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2828428316604167694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-things-good-people-day-when-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2828428316604167694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2828428316604167694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-things-good-people-day-when-it.html' title='Two Things: Good People Day &amp;     When it rains, it pours'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-1698703790684995514</id><published>2009-04-02T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:41:35.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflect'/><title type='text'>Best Wishes</title><content type='html'>Good morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's April 2nd and there's nothing significant about that date but I hope everybody reading this takes some time today to reflect. I know spring break madness has just ended, the weather is getting warmer each day, and the itch for summer is coming on strong; but take a few minutes to think about how your life is going. I've realized that through technology (twitter, facebook, this blog, etc) we've become a society of people trying to get ahead, trying to be first, and trying to be connected to everything and everybody. Don't forget about the "real" people in your life like your family and friends. Call somebody today that you haven't spoken to in a while, count your blessings, or spend some time alone with your laptop, phone, and tv off.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day&lt;br /&gt;xo -c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-1698703790684995514?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/1698703790684995514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1698703790684995514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/1698703790684995514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-wishes.html' title='Best Wishes'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-4161982789420114599</id><published>2009-04-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T11:24:20.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>I can't believe this happened</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;My brother called me just after I got out of class and said "You are on diggnation!" It's April 1st, so part of me thought there's no way. Turns out his friends called him and told him I was on and he said "I thought you were going to take a picture of us together and send it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been more heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally started to cry and told him I was so sorry because I forgot and I just sent a quick email in thinking Alex and Kevin would never get it. Well not only did they get the email, they posted the pics on the air! I was so happy (and I'm still freaking out) but so sad because I didn't include a picture of brother.&lt;br /&gt;I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;I also want to include @mmolai for sending me the picture! Thanks Ojay!&lt;br /&gt;Brother, I'm so sorry! I promise I'll make it up somehow, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Alex &amp;amp; Kevin, thank you so much for reading my email and for actually putting it on the air! I can't believe ya'll remembered me, and hey! My phone number was at the bottom of that&lt;br /&gt;email (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bit of the show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://revision3.com/player-v2782" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="startTime=1816" height="312" width="555"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it a little weird that the day after Kevin replied to my tweet&lt;br /&gt;( KevinRose: @CelesteSummer night!) and after I post my wish list (see below) that my email shows up on diggnation? hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-4161982789420114599?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/4161982789420114599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-believe-this-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4161982789420114599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/4161982789420114599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-believe-this-happened.html' title='I can&apos;t believe this happened'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-6668917453440574012</id><published>2009-04-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:07:54.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday list'/><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>I know I just wrote about how wonderfully blessed I've been but my birthday is coming up and I thought I'd put up a wish list....just in case anybody decides to read this (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to class but I'm sure I'll be updating it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 25 Birthday Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wine decanter &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;a date with Kevin Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kitchen &amp;amp; baking gadgets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stella McCartney perfume (deeeelish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;books (biographies are my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a tea book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;Gary Vaynerchuk's 101 Wines (book)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;Slumdog Millionaire DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;tea gadgets (specifically a tea pot with thermometer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;a nice bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;June rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;some good music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Any change I'll be sure to post them&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-6668917453440574012?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/6668917453440574012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6668917453440574012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/6668917453440574012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-7006575664327970252</id><published>2009-03-31T22:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:50:59.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="c755a0f7a1d2f67768f700653fb5ab8b" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo the past 48 hours or so have been amazing&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say I'm lucky but I'm going to call them blessings (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I know I posted about about my 100 on my Psych Testing paper, but that was amazing because I was staying up until 3 or 4 in the morning editing because I was SOOO nervous about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was INSANE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; I have put up a few times that I now have twitter (twitter.com/CelesteSummer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and quite frankly I'm addicted. I rarely get on facebook now and I love this thing! After this story I'm sure you will too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt called me earlier while he was shopping for Jimmy Eat World in Angleton (his favorite band of all time, I saw them the night before we met and was supposed to see them again but went to Austin instead where he was wearing a Jimmy Eat World shirt when we met...weird!) and he couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later I was in my oversized boxers and tanktop cleaning around the house and scrubbing my sink when Matt called and said "please tell me you're headed to university and mcclintock!" and i said "no i'm cleaning, why?" and he said "get in your car! go to circle K! there's a signed Jimmy Eat World record there!" I ran out of my house (looking terrible!!!!) without shoes and leaving my house unlocked. I jumped in my car and while screaming at drivers I went flying down a few blocks, I almost hit a few cars but I unbuckeled my seat at the light because I saw a car near the payphone and cursed up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;The car pulled away but I jumped out of my car (turning it off when its in drive is never a good idea) found the signed vinyl on top of the pay phone as promised and SCREAMED! I seriously thought the guy pulling out of the parking lot got it so I was super bummed but I GOT IT! there were people just pumping gas and a circle K lady setting up red bull outside so i looked around to see if anybody was there and took off before some angry fan tried to fight me for it.&lt;br /&gt;It took me five minute from the tweet saying "There's a signed copy of Futures vinyl on top of a pay phone outside the circle k on university &amp;amp; mcklintock in Tempe. 1st come,first serve" to get there and freak out a bunch of people pumping gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pic &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/2o5v4" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://twitpic.com/2o5v4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that was terribly detailed and maybe too long but Im still so excited!! Can you believe that!? Matt and I make a pretty good team (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the cherry on top, somebody sent me a direct message on twitter for free tickets to tonights premier of Fast &amp;amp; Furious, friggin awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;our seats were in the lower level (terrrrriiibbbllleee) but I smooth talked my way to sitting in the press  section (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before the movie I went to buy a lotto ticket because Hey! life is going my way&lt;br /&gt;but, no dice lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-7006575664327970252?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/7006575664327970252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7006575664327970252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/7006575664327970252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-2792938214749252853</id><published>2009-03-24T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:51:13.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry'/><title type='text'>Laundry</title><content type='html'>Greetings from the laundromat across the street from my apt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took some time and edited my basic info, although this is still pretty lame looking.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, nobody is going to read this soooooo...moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love doing laundry at the laundromat and I have no idea why. I like the way it smells because it reminds me of when I was little and my mom used to take me. I liked going then too&lt;br /&gt;An older woman (35+) just walked in with her 3 kiddos and the girl is "driving her nuts" as she told me while she walked by haha Oh i miss being that age and just being annoying and it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;I have so much on my mind but I dont know what to write or where to start.&lt;br /&gt;I still have my paper to write so I really should be focused on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question(s) of the day:&lt;br /&gt;when was the last time you had a corn dog?&lt;br /&gt;I had one today, amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this:&lt;br /&gt;http://tinyurl.com/cnfumw&lt;br /&gt;When did we become such exhibitionists?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again tonight, thats all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-2792938214749252853?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/2792938214749252853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/laundry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2792938214749252853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/2792938214749252853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/laundry.html' title='Laundry'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747926629888245964.post-3517288766351136315</id><published>2009-03-23T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:39:33.471-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='putting off homework'/><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;(actually writing daily has been proven to be therapeutic)&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm doing this &lt;br /&gt;I really should be writing my paper that's due Thursday&lt;br /&gt;I have waaaayyyy too much on my mind that I can't focus&lt;br /&gt;I'll work on this and make it worth while tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;g'nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747926629888245964-3517288766351136315?l=celestesummer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/feeds/3517288766351136315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3517288766351136315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747926629888245964/posts/default/3517288766351136315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://celestesummer.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>CelesteSummer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07593483618508022254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tTFIn7YE3fQ/SfFSS8uK7TI/AAAAAAAAAC4/TBDgs_dn6po/S220/giggle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
