<?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-1090475731316670409</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:02:42.014-05:00</updated><category term='summer'/><category term='job'/><category term='ghetto dorm'/><category term='church'/><category term='The Rave Room'/><category term='Across The Universe'/><category term='ankle'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='small group'/><category term='Fabian'/><category term='Mario Kart'/><category term='One Painting a Day'/><category term='Green Team'/><category term='film'/><category term='art'/><category term='Habitat for Humanity'/><category term='movie marathon'/><category term='school'/><category term='writing'/><category term='honesty'/><category term='The Gang'/><category term='Etsy'/><title type='text'>Suz's Sparkle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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steal entertaining stories from (mostly b/c i don't know that many people), and i am just in general a pretty average, dare i say boring, person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like lying to people, and i dislike even more when people lie to me.  so if you're one of those people who isn't completely honest with me and thinks it's funny to make stuff up just keep other people engaged with your amazing personality, don't take offense if i decide you're not worth my time, or don't believe any of your bullshit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me pessimistic, call me cynical, call me a bit harsh, call me selfish, call me whatever the hell you want.  i don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-132344220512161427?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-6182363676781938361</id><published>2011-06-14T06:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T06:36:22.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;She stared up at the beautiful clouds as they passed her by, possessing such a majestic, deep aura hanging there, weightless in the sky. They were layered in a type of grace she could only wish for.  So she sat, dreaming of clouds, memories, and her future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The sky changed and it grew vaguely darker.  The clouds soon melted into one gray colored mass. She lay down in the grass, waiting for the chaos. She wanted to hear the cry of the wind shriek in her ears and be shaken by the rumble of dark thunder. She wanted to feel the heavy rain pour down on her teary face. Desperately longing that suffering the violence of the storm would help her forget, she hoped for the worst. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The storm quickly approached, pounding her with rain so hard it stung. She closed her eyes. Not being able to tell raindrops from tears, she just let them flow without trying to resist. Thunder roared as broken tree branches came crashing to the ground. The wind whipped wet leaves through the air and plastered them on the nearest objects: trees, fences, windows, her skin. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Twenty five minutes later the rain finally stopped pelting her skin. She was able to open her eyes, but she didn’t. She lay there soaked in her shorts and tank top, thoroughly chilled after the rain. The wind still blew briskly, causing cold air to rush over her damp skin. She shivered, wrapped her arms helplessly around herself, and wept again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;When her face had dried, she went inside to her bedroom. Slipping off her wet clothes, she stepped into the steaming shower to rinse off and soak the chill out of her cold body. She turned the water off, slipped into her soft, thick bathrobe, and wrapped her hair in a towel. She went downstairs to the kitchen, leaving her wet clothes on the floor to pick up later when she cared again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;She got out the tea kettle and put it on the stove. Retrieving her second favorite mug from the cabinet, she grabbed the box of tea from the cupboard. Selecting a flavor, she sat down to wait. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;He had a wonderful voice. She loved listening to him talk. He wasn’t talkative, but when he did speak up, he was beautifully intelligent. He had a confidence she was captivated by, but knew she didn’t have herself. There was nothing extraordinarily spectacular about him, yet she was still highly intrigued. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;His eyes were the gentlest shade of the most beautiful color.  She could get lost in them forever, if he'd let her.  But he didn't know, or was too chary to do anything about it.  Sometimes she wondered if anything was going on, mostly because he was so strange around her, but nothing ever happened.  She was hesitant to believe it was possible, because deep in her mind she didn't believe in love.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The next morning she decided to go for a run. It would storm later, but she still had time. She changed into shorts and a tank top and left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;The clouds were beautiful. They felt so close she could feeling them brushing across her sun kissed face. After her run she stayed in the yard to cloud gaze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;She stared up at the beautiful clouds as they passed her by. The sky changed and it grew darker. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Her tea kettle whistled. She poured the water. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;S.E.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;2007&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-6182363676781938361?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6182363676781938361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/6182363676781938361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/6182363676781938361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-333183416783644369</id><published>2011-06-13T05:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:25:16.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*Copy* *Paste* = weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Every weekend it's the same.  I get home from work Friday and find something to entertain myself.  Most of the time I stay in, though occasionally I'll go somewhere and wander around by myself for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturdays generally equal an extended edition of Friday night, with a little reading outside in the sun thrown in for good measure.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sundays are the same as Saturdays, but in a different order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After a few weeks/months? of this, I've noticed a trend..... there are no people in my life, and strangely, I'm mostly ok with it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I often wonder what I'm missing.  Monday brings overheard stories of exciting, friend filled weekends, tales of happenings I'll never taste.  I try to remember how I got here, to this empty, box canyon where there are no other souls.  Then I recall: I wandered here, alone, and dove in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but now I'm stuck and can't get out.  &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/1090475731316670409-333183416783644369?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/333183416783644369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/copy-paste-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/333183416783644369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/333183416783644369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/copy-paste-weekend.html' title='*Copy* *Paste* = weekend'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-8113934006009295178</id><published>2011-06-07T11:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:50:23.554-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>alone again, naturally.</title><content type='html'>A few months ago I moved out of my parent's house.  It's kind of nice having my own place, though a bit lonely at times.  I've been doing an immense amount of thinking, as I have so much time to myself.  My social life is nonexistent, though work is keeping me busy enough to ignore that most days, which I am thankful for. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been writing a lot.  I found a short story I wrote in 2007 which I may post someday.  I've also written a short.....exploratory piece of sorts.  I spent two hours in a restaurant bar just writing my thoughts down.  I'll have to edit it before I post, but I'll at least put an excerpt up soon.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is finally here, took it long enough.  I plan on spending as much time as possible outside, most likely companionless, but that's ok.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-8113934006009295178?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8113934006009295178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone-again-naturally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8113934006009295178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8113934006009295178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/alone-again-naturally.html' title='alone again, naturally.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-986131304110413498</id><published>2011-03-27T16:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:28:25.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a new chapter in my life.  I've been doing a lot of thinking, self analyzing, and soul searching.  I want to go back to my sophomore year in college when I did a lot of journaling, writing music, and spent the majority of my time in solitude.  As depressing as it was, and as many regrets as I have from that year, I think it was the best year.  I learned a lot about myself.  In the past year and a half I've lost touch with who I was then, and I want to find myself again.  Here goes nothing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-986131304110413498?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/986131304110413498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/986131304110413498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/986131304110413498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-8042943697718467863</id><published>2010-08-04T16:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:40:46.420-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Square one, again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been working on other projects too.  Last summer I gutted a broken record player and began painting cardboard windows for it.  I made a lot of progress in the last two weeks, and it's looking pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/TFnUjAEb_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8-hEJ4cxm6o/s320/day+out+045.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501662117588892690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I've been working on refinishing a desk, which is unfortunately taking a lot longer than expected.  And it's kind of boring work.  Maybe repainting it will be better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-8042943697718467863?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8042943697718467863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-now-sold-7-books-on-amazon-which.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8042943697718467863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8042943697718467863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-now-sold-7-books-on-amazon-which.html' title='Square one, again'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/TFnUjAEb_BI/AAAAAAAAAEk/8-hEJ4cxm6o/s72-c/day+out+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5874767788060803776</id><published>2010-07-26T17:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T17:59:50.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Stagnancy</title><content type='html'>summer has come, and summer has almost gone, and I still have no job.  at this point, i'm getting less than optimistic.  i used to be able to look forward to school coming again in the fall, but not this year.  this is real life, and somehow i've got to manage to survive.  fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5874767788060803776?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5874767788060803776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-stagnancy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5874767788060803776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5874767788060803776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-stagnancy.html' title='Summer Stagnancy'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-4047488717208686649</id><published>2010-06-19T14:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:39:44.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small group'/><title type='text'>small group?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In other news, my small group at church has been talking about getting together more often to a) get to know each other better and b) do stuff to help out in our community.  We're going bowling tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-4047488717208686649?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4047488717208686649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/06/money-and-other-exciting-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4047488717208686649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4047488717208686649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/06/money-and-other-exciting-things.html' title='small group?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-2015314230405730251</id><published>2010-05-12T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:10:45.259-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Job hunt</title><content type='html'>Job hunting is not one of my favorite things to do, but regardless, it must be done.  Unfortunately, I have had no luck so far in finding anything worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a friend's graduation this weekend.  Haven't seen her in awhile, so that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie, film, and art projects are currently on hold as I have no cast, no ideas, and no space respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that my posts are getting shorter and shorter.  I think that's because I have nothing to write about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-2015314230405730251?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2015314230405730251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/05/job-hunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2015314230405730251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2015314230405730251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/05/job-hunt.html' title='Job hunt'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-7834483613884333971</id><published>2010-04-26T14:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:12:37.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabian'/><title type='text'>end of....something</title><content type='html'>i'm graduating on sunday?  i guess this means that college is over and a need to find a job....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i've still got one last video project to do, and it's for work actually.  it's a promotional video for my school's food service.  it'll be good to have another project to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of projects, i mentioned a PSA i made about energy saving.  here's Fabian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a586668aa127d6d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a586668aa127d6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56C1380CC74337A9630362793E56B0E08F921C05.107799CB1BCF279814452129DAECEA263DB09AFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a586668aa127d6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1TiJqWDDPOPdmWhEYcJptngKGHs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a586668aa127d6d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56C1380CC74337A9630362793E56B0E08F921C05.107799CB1BCF279814452129DAECEA263DB09AFF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a586668aa127d6d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1TiJqWDDPOPdmWhEYcJptngKGHs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....um....i haven't really been doing much of that lately.  i like to think that i'm storing all my creative energy for my big project, to be completed in all my down time this week.  drywall, newspaper, nails, random plastic and metal parts from broken things, paint....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-7834483613884333971?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7834483613884333971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-ofsomething.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7834483613884333971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7834483613884333971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/04/end-ofsomething.html' title='end of....something'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-2423757662447671351</id><published>2010-04-10T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:24:52.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more recycling nonsense....</title><content type='html'>I made another video.  It's a spoof of those anti drunk driving commercials.  enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-701129e2603632bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D701129e2603632bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57E2BCD3EAEFA4054A7BEF0EF639DD5F9DF6F991.668996D1A0E892CDCA3F83B3CE4C9AB9B5B5EE8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D701129e2603632bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLfw8tK_8iyYMJLMp52BoP92iUHk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D701129e2603632bf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D57E2BCD3EAEFA4054A7BEF0EF639DD5F9DF6F991.668996D1A0E892CDCA3F83B3CE4C9AB9B5B5EE8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D701129e2603632bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLfw8tK_8iyYMJLMp52BoP92iUHk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-2423757662447671351?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2423757662447671351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-recycling-nonsense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2423757662447671351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2423757662447671351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-recycling-nonsense.html' title='more recycling nonsense....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-2256200053023314820</id><published>2010-03-14T11:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:20:22.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Painting a Day'/><title type='text'>Day number ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S5z8g-sbHrI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nh5GlabNhCY/s1600-h/series+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S5z8g-sbHrI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nh5GlabNhCY/s320/series+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448507292726795954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an update on my "one painting a day" series.  i thought i'd post some pictures of what i've been working on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S5z8l9O4G5I/AAAAAAAAADI/BL8JgdIqEBg/s1600-h/series+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S5z8l9O4G5I/AAAAAAAAADI/BL8JgdIqEBg/s320/series+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448507378233777042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-2256200053023314820?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2256200053023314820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-number.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2256200053023314820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2256200053023314820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-number.html' title='Day number ??'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S5z8g-sbHrI/AAAAAAAAADA/Nh5GlabNhCY/s72-c/series+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5334063719883199109</id><published>2010-03-12T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T10:53:39.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabian'/><title type='text'>PSAs, Films, PSAs</title><content type='html'>Providence Stalks is done.  Unfortunately the film festival was canceled due to lack of participation.  I still got $50 for turning in a film.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3b5dbe2773ab458" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3b5dbe2773ab458%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBF74C0AB54F35A5405816FE98E0F4C6B5965740.6BACB8938574B5C87997F55DCBCE8AB02F6B7767%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3b5dbe2773ab458%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjM3d2uggqmmx9YBrGapoZEGrOW4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3b5dbe2773ab458%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DBF74C0AB54F35A5405816FE98E0F4C6B5965740.6BACB8938574B5C87997F55DCBCE8AB02F6B7767%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3b5dbe2773ab458%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjM3d2uggqmmx9YBrGapoZEGrOW4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also did a few PSAs about recycling and saving energy and the like.  My sock monkey, Fabian, starred in one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5334063719883199109?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5334063719883199109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/03/psas-films-psas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5334063719883199109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5334063719883199109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/03/psas-films-psas.html' title='PSAs, Films, PSAs'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-4068408645312232974</id><published>2010-02-25T15:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:38:15.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>A little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>1) a year ago this morning i had my surgery on my ankle.  it healed quite nicely.  i still have a little trouble with it occasionally, and usually try to be careful, but i'd say being back at 92% isn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  happy birthday to my dad and my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) because of a certain friend's insistence, i did end up filming that film i wanted to do for the film festival, despite the fact that i had called it off because i couldn't find people to help.  it's almost done.  film festival is after spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) spring break starts tomorrow at 11 for me.  i'm pretty pumped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-4068408645312232974?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4068408645312232974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-of-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4068408645312232974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4068408645312232974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A little bit of everything'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5479178000947325154</id><published>2010-02-06T09:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T09:36:03.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One Painting a Day'/><title type='text'>One Painting a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S21-SjHA2nI/AAAAAAAAACg/RC-3VYVNA98/s1600-h/day1+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S21-SjHA2nI/AAAAAAAAACg/RC-3VYVNA98/s200/day1+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435139182433458802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got this new project, called One Painting a Day.  You've guessed it, i'm doing one new painting every day.  so far I've got 7 paintings in 6 days.  i did two the first day.   i think i'm gonna just go with this until i run out of paper. Here is the first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Add Image" class="gl_photo" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5479178000947325154?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5479178000947325154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-painting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5479178000947325154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5479178000947325154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-painting-day.html' title='One Painting a Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S21-SjHA2nI/AAAAAAAAACg/RC-3VYVNA98/s72-c/day1+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-8165614181241390112</id><published>2010-01-28T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:49:06.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>inconsistency</title><content type='html'>i guess i'm not the most reliable blogger in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm busy.  maybe i forget.  maybe i just don't know what to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need plastic bottles for a film i'm making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have homework to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain feels so shallow right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's snowing outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-8165614181241390112?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8165614181241390112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/inconsistency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8165614181241390112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8165614181241390112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2010/01/inconsistency.html' title='inconsistency'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-153494513976827360</id><published>2009-11-03T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:48:34.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Where did October go?</title><content type='html'>October came and went.  I'm not entirely sure how that happened.  Somewhere in there I had a birthday, supposedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now November, and the usual end-of-semester projects, papers, and presentations are starting to creepy into reality.  Crap, I actually have to do these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my car is dead.  The battery died anyway.  I'm gonna see tomorrow if I can get that fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has just gotten unusually busy and complicated.  I'm not a fan of how much stress it's causing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end, I have homework to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-153494513976827360?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/153494513976827360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-did-october-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/153494513976827360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/153494513976827360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/11/where-did-october-go.html' title='Where did October go?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-7492413455582194561</id><published>2009-10-15T13:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:25:29.581-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Flying Time</title><content type='html'>September is over.  Wow, it went by fast.  This semester is halfway over, my brother is married, and i'm currently enjoying fall break in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film projects - i've only managed to do one small project, a commercial for the green team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a630f3db9a969a04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da630f3db9a969a04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8131716EF7897DB3A18FBFB1DF45F84877468CF8.65EF086D658DC0D5B7079E88A9D26D95F083E513%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da630f3db9a969a04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBBovW3sjTZNscrLob20lFG1kvE0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da630f3db9a969a04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8131716EF7897DB3A18FBFB1DF45F84877468CF8.65EF086D658DC0D5B7079E88A9D26D95F083E513%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da630f3db9a969a04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBBovW3sjTZNscrLob20lFG1kvE0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the Green Team - i joined because they said something about needing someone to make commercials.  I came up with about half a dozen ideas in the next week.  Now I just need to make them.  We're designing t-shirts to sell, and we're trying to get an energy saving contest going next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - is going.  I'm actually using this weekend to get ahead on all my work, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in general - is awesome.  I really can't complain about anything.  Especially not my social life.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-7492413455582194561?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7492413455582194561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/flying-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7492413455582194561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7492413455582194561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/10/flying-time.html' title='Flying Time'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-1579016169169839328</id><published>2009-09-08T00:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:46:54.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Oh September</title><content type='html'>September is gonna be an awesome month, I just have this feeling.  School's going alright.  I'm not really enthusiastic about taking a class at IUSB two nights a week, but there's not much I can do about that.  The rest of my classes are alright, and I absolutely love my schedule.  I'm done by 11am on Fridays.  You can't really beat that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy to be back at school and back in the swing of things again.  I had forgotten how much fun having a social life is!  I've had some pretty awesome weekends, met some really great people, and generally had a lot of fun.  I don't know what else to say, but everything that has happened in the past two weeks should happen again, because it was just that fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was particularly awesome.  I went home to hangout with some family friends.  We get together every now and then for random stuff and we always have a blast.  There's this awesome western themed card game that we've played the last few times we've all been together.  We tossed a disc around the back yard for awhile.  We had really good cheesecake.  It was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some not so great things that have gone on, but I think I'm doing pretty good at taking those in stride.  I feel very at peace right now with everything that's happening, or not happening.  It's good.  I'm good.  There aren't too many things I feel could change that right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-1579016169169839328?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1579016169169839328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/1579016169169839328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/1579016169169839328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-september.html' title='Oh September'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-8875578373505853181</id><published>2009-08-28T15:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:36:58.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghetto dorm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rave Room'/><title type='text'>Dearest Eastwood</title><content type='html'>So I'm living in Eastwood this year.  It's a little bit ghetto.  Our bathroom door has two locks.  The first one is the actual lock, but we never use it because we have the second one.  The second one isn't actually a lock.  It's the fact that the door simply won't open.  Several times I have had to just about break down the door to get my roommate out of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rave Room is back.  Our room now glows red and purple at night.  I replaced the main lights in our living room with a red light bulb and a blacklight bulb.  I'm looking into getting a few more lights and maybe another strobe.  My desk also now has a blacklight tube in it.  All we need now is a rave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-8875578373505853181?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8875578373505853181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/dearest-eastwood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8875578373505853181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8875578373505853181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/dearest-eastwood.html' title='Dearest Eastwood'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-110107703371433489</id><published>2009-08-20T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T18:02:34.320-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rave Room'/><title type='text'>School is almost here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/So2-CtWBA8I/AAAAAAAAABo/SPdNTOYd9MM/s1600-h/rave+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/So2-CtWBA8I/AAAAAAAAABo/SPdNTOYd9MM/s320/rave+room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372158884263822274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to school on Tuesday, and my roommate and I are SOOO excited!  This year is gonna rock!  We've decided to recreate the rave room from my sophomore year, only make it better.  We had a bunch of funky lights on at night so our window glowed purple.  We're getting a better sound system, and we've got a bunch of really sweet stuff for the walls.  All we're missing is a couch, but that's what garage sales are for.&lt;br /&gt;5 days, can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-110107703371433489?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/110107703371433489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-is-almost-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/110107703371433489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/110107703371433489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-is-almost-here.html' title='School is almost here!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/So2-CtWBA8I/AAAAAAAAABo/SPdNTOYd9MM/s72-c/rave+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-1026379252001382422</id><published>2009-07-15T15:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:17:56.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Pastatrailer</title><content type='html'>Pastatrailer is here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pastaventure&lt;/span&gt;, is still in progress, but is moving very slowly. In fact, it has been at a dead stand still since early this year. Whenever I do get around to finishing it, it'll be done. Don't hold your breath though, it could be awhile. 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href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1026379252001382422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/pastatrailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/1026379252001382422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/1026379252001382422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/pastatrailer.html' title='Pastatrailer'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-7928041509586409098</id><published>2009-07-15T01:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:17:47.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>It can end any time now.....</title><content type='html'>It's official: I wish summer were over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-7928041509586409098?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7928041509586409098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-can-end-any-time-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7928041509586409098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7928041509586409098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-can-end-any-time-now.html' title='It can end any time now.....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5490757855050654074</id><published>2009-06-27T16:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:36:07.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Kart'/><title type='text'>Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>My younger brother got Mario Kart for the Wii. I'm addicted. Coconut Mall is basically the best. I've has enough time to beat most of the 50cc races, and am working on the 100cc cups. Kinda pumped that we have a video game that I'm actually decent at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on Thursday I went down to Muncie with my grandma. My parents let us go on one condition: that I did all the driving. Let's just say that my grandma isn't as aware of her surroundings as she used to be, and her reaction time might not be what it has been in the past.... We stayed with my Aunt and celebrated my cousin's birthday. She just turned 7! We came back yesterday after visiting another relative in a nursing home down there. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandma, but she is the slowest and most particular person in the world. She drives me a little bit crazy sometimes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5490757855050654074?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5490757855050654074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5490757855050654074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5490757855050654074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-4435468816767527895</id><published>2009-06-18T15:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:35:36.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Happenings</title><content type='html'>My summer movie making has been put on hold due to creative restrictions from my parents - aka, they think there better things to be spending my time on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made the BEST mini ranch veggie pizzas. SO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially hate grass :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-4435468816767527895?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4435468816767527895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4435468816767527895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4435468816767527895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/happenings.html' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5205555768150151693</id><published>2009-06-13T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:17:08.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Global Warming?</title><content type='html'>Yeah right!! There hasn't been a hot day of summer yet! The weather is not fun. I need to find something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5205555768150151693?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5205555768150151693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/global-warming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5205555768150151693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5205555768150151693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-7684911969767952762</id><published>2009-06-02T15:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:16:52.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>The Usual</title><content type='html'>My roommate and I are working on another intense screenplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; I had didn't end up working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the week I should &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have my own bedroom, instead of the bed in my mom's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put some of my jewelry on Etsy. Hopefully I can make a little extra cash there, but haven't seen any yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-7684911969767952762?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7684911969767952762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-roommate-and-i-are-working-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7684911969767952762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7684911969767952762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-roommate-and-i-are-working-on.html' title='The Usual'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-1552081881092632224</id><published>2009-05-22T18:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:16:36.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>I love sunshine, but I'm not the biggest fan of sun burns. Life goes on, just with more sunscreen next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-1552081881092632224?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1552081881092632224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/1552081881092632224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/1552081881092632224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-7632827303416959493</id><published>2009-05-10T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:16:26.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>I went back to the doctor one last time this past week. I am officially free and clear to do whatever I want. I also discovered something. Those bumps under my scar, those are the screw heads sticking out of my bone. I can totally feel them. Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-7632827303416959493?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7632827303416959493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7632827303416959493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7632827303416959493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-7992343443217995157</id><published>2009-04-23T00:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:15:17.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>GCC Commercial</title><content type='html'>For my Advertising class, we were supposed to create a story board for a 15 second tv ad. I thought it would be more fun to actually shoot a commercial, so I did. Here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-af08de88f6e2fac1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf08de88f6e2fac1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D477F1C9FB00AF29058E1966385BBD30764C1DF50.519BA21F624488BB563C5AF67743784CCC346C3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf08de88f6e2fac1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgxzkzuo5MdTgrcNnQBACJj_Tcv4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daf08de88f6e2fac1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D477F1C9FB00AF29058E1966385BBD30764C1DF50.519BA21F624488BB563C5AF67743784CCC346C3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daf08de88f6e2fac1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgxzkzuo5MdTgrcNnQBACJj_Tcv4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-7992343443217995157?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=af08de88f6e2fac1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7992343443217995157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/04/gcc-commercial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7992343443217995157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7992343443217995157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/04/gcc-commercial.html' title='GCC Commercial'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-3317833790001658649</id><published>2009-04-14T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:15:08.469-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>I have now been walking for almost two weeks. I was told by a friend of mine a week ago that I'm getting better every day. I'm not sure if I believe him, but apparently I look like I'm improving, even if I don't feel like it all the time. I really wish I could run. Maybe I will this weekend if it's nice outside and I can find someone to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am back in the film business! After my two month break due to my injury, I'm getting started again. I have two screen plays written and ready to be cast and shot. One of them probably won't happen until next fall, but the other I may do this summer. I'm also planning on finishing up my stop motion video, though I really should finish the trailer sometime. Even more immediately, I'm shooting a commercial tomorrow with a few people from my Advertising class. I'm super pumped to have a project to edit, even if it is small. If I could edit film all day for the rest of my life, I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-3317833790001658649?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3317833790001658649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/3317833790001658649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/3317833790001658649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-320803936395840895</id><published>2009-04-06T14:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:14:39.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Sweet, Sweet Freedom</title><content type='html'>I can walk again, and I've never been so happy in my life. I can't walk very well, and I'm pretty sure I look a little funny, but I can walk! I feel kind of lame for being so excited about something so simple as walking, but you have no idea what you're missing until you no longer have the ability to do it. I am in more pain now than I have been in weeks, but that's because I'm using muscles I haven't used in almost two months. I'm a little sore, and get tired easily, but it's just so great to be able to go up and down stairs again, open doors, and carry things. I will never again take walking for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-320803936395840895?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/320803936395840895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-sweet-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/320803936395840895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/320803936395840895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-sweet-freedom.html' title='Sweet, Sweet Freedom'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-927672969819048954</id><published>2009-03-30T15:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:14:29.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Across The Universe'/><title type='text'>Across the Universe</title><content type='html'>I have recently been listening to the soundtrack for Across the Universe like a light bulb needs electricity to function. These are the lyrics to the title track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid" alt="Wordle: Across the Universe" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/705401/Across_the_Universe" /&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see it better:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/705401/Across_the_Universe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-927672969819048954?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/927672969819048954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/across-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/927672969819048954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/927672969819048954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/across-universe.html' title='Across the Universe'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5278671483169043894</id><published>2009-03-20T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:58:51.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>This is something I've been thinking about for awhile.  I just finally realized what I can do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much stuff.  I think we all do, but we're not willing to give it up.  I'm not either, but I'm going to.  I know this is going to be very hard for me, but by the end of the year, I've decided that everything I have here at school must fit in my car, no exceptions.  This means getting rid of a  of a lot of stuff, but I think it will be good for me.  No, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know &lt;/span&gt;it will be good for me.  I'm kind of excited actually.  I think that once I've gotten rid of a bunch of my stuff my life will feel a lot cleaner, much simpler.  I can see this sense of peace approaching, and I want it.  I don't have plans this weekend.  Maybe I'll sit down and evaluate my possessions, decide what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5278671483169043894?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5278671483169043894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5278671483169043894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5278671483169043894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-4681903947015137540</id><published>2009-03-15T20:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:14:06.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Staples</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/ScFWAVhuMyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JqhH_MGkN4g/s1600-h/Photo+774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314623599052469026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/ScFWAVhuMyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JqhH_MGkN4g/s320/Photo+774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor last Tuesday and they took the bandages from surgery off. They also removed 15 staples from my leg. Seeing staples in my flesh was kind of creepy, but I have a cool scar now. I go back on April 2nd for more x-rays. If they look good, I can start to walk again, though I worry that I've already forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-4681903947015137540?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4681903947015137540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/staples.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4681903947015137540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4681903947015137540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/staples.html' title='Staples'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/ScFWAVhuMyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JqhH_MGkN4g/s72-c/Photo+774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-8984895169401045711</id><published>2009-03-07T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:13:56.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>Spring break has been very restful, but kind of stressful. It has consisted of me sitting on the couch, doing absolutely nothing. Most of the time I've been bored out of my mind. I'm ready for school to start again. I'm tired of being so lazy. I'm getting irritable. This week I've had to be very patient with myself, and those around me, and it's getting tougher everyday. I need a change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having homework&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nice though. I went to the basketball games on Saturday and Tuesday and watched the guys win both of them in two pretty close games. I love watching basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also tell my leg is healing, which means I'm getting closer to the day that I can walk again. Tuesday I go back to the doctor and the bandages from surgery come off, so I get to see my sweet scar. I'm kind of excited about being able to shower normally again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-8984895169401045711?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8984895169401045711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8984895169401045711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8984895169401045711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/03/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-7059432401602434895</id><published>2009-02-28T20:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:31:08.650-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Getting Restless</title><content type='html'>I feel like my entire life is on hold right now.  I can't really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; anything.  I can't work on my movies anymore.  Filming would be too tedious to be worth it.  I can't just go to the store without needing somebody to go with me.  It is literally impossible for me to eat a meal unless someone can help carry things for me.  I'm completely dependent on other people, and I don't like it.  I hate making people do stuff for me, but I'm forced to constantly ask for favors.  I don't want people to feel obligated to do things for me, but I don't really have a choice.  Sometimes I wish people would be more helpful, so I wouldn't have to ask, but the last thing I want is pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be at least semi optimistic about all of this, but it's so hard.  I'm not a naturally optimistic person.  I know I shouldn't be complaining merely because my life has suddenly become inconvenient, but it's not easy to live anymore.  I can't sleep through an entire night without waking up uncomfortable.  I can't go to class or even hang out with friends unless I can put my foot up.  I'm in far more pain than I tell people, but I'm stubborn and refuse to take drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want so badly to be able to walk again, to be able to do things by myself.  I feel so useless, so helpless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-7059432401602434895?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7059432401602434895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-my-entire-life-is-on-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7059432401602434895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/7059432401602434895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-my-entire-life-is-on-hold.html' title='Getting Restless'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-8060708165990946019</id><published>2009-02-25T16:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:13:15.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Surgery!</title><content type='html'>Today was probably one of the scariest days of my life. I wasn't too excited about having surgery, but I couldn't really do anything about it, so I went, not that I had a choice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to eat anything before you have surgery, so my mom and I are driving over, and I'm already hungry. When we got there, they checked me in, put me in a bed, and the waiting began. I'd say the worst part of the entire thing was the IV, because I &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; needles (and veloca raptors, but that's another post for another day), so I wasn't too thrilled about that, or the breathing tube they said I'd have during the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wheeled me back to the operating room, and the anesthesiologist (I have gotten really good at spelling that word, by the way) came in to switch me from the antibiotic to the anesthesia. I could tell immediately. My brain began to get really fuzzy and warm, things got a whole lot louder, and I got sleepy. I fell asleep praying, which is the most wonderful feeling in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up. My parents were coming back to see me, and I guess for the next hour or so I was in and out of it while the anesthesia wore off. It definitely only seemed like about 20 minutes, and I was pretty sure I was awake the entire time, but apparently that was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got home around 2 pm, still slightly sleepy, but &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; relieved to have the surgery over with! I'm back on the couch, and back in my awesome boot which I will continue to live in for the next 2 months or so. Plus, I will have an awesome Frankenstein scar with a pretty cool story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, happy 18th birthday to my brother, Chris, and happy...........birthday to my dad!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-8060708165990946019?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8060708165990946019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8060708165990946019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/8060708165990946019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/surgery.html' title='Surgery!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-2100285792183418150</id><published>2009-02-17T09:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:13:02.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>*POP*  "Ouch, that's not good."</title><content type='html'>So I went to the doctor on Monday. She looked at my ankle, looked at the x-rays, looked at my ankle some more, then looked at the x-rays. It's worse than we originally thought. Not only did I break my fibula, but it's a spiral break, and there is another fracture coming off of the first one. So I'm in this cool boot thing, and I get to see a surgeon on Friday, then there will probably be surgery, and then recovery. Who knows what after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/SaXU5gR2siI/AAAAAAAAABI/Si-YtYTyn9A/s1600-h/108_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881820308451874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/SaXU5gR2siI/AAAAAAAAABI/Si-YtYTyn9A/s320/108_0727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-2100285792183418150?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2100285792183418150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/pop-ouch-thats-not-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2100285792183418150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/2100285792183418150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/pop-ouch-thats-not-good.html' title='*POP*  &quot;Ouch, that&apos;s not good.&quot;'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/SaXU5gR2siI/AAAAAAAAABI/Si-YtYTyn9A/s72-c/108_0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-4821930901405842759</id><published>2009-02-14T16:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:12:48.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>Pain is no fun.</title><content type='html'>So, I went skateboarding yesterday for the first time since August. All the snow had melted and it wasn't too cold out. I thought it sounded like a good idea, until I broke my ankle. Yeah, it's broken. I iced it last night for awhile, then this morning went to the hospital to get it x-rayed. So now I'm on crutches for awhile, and I'm super pumped. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention how much pain I'm in? It's gonna be a fun next few weeks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-4821930901405842759?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4821930901405842759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-is-no-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4821930901405842759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/4821930901405842759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-is-no-fun.html' title='Pain is no fun.'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-6314328456352254202</id><published>2009-02-12T10:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:12:27.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Film Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anabella &lt;/span&gt;has been approved by all the necessary authorities and is now ready to be submitted to the film festival. All I need to do is get it on a dvd, fill out the application form, and we're in. We're so excited to be able to share this film with people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stop motion project is currently at a stop, but only temporarily. I have some sweet ideas for it, I just need to find a spare 4 hour block of time to shoot the next part. It might not be hard to find 4 hours of my time, but I also need 4 hours of my housemates' time because I'm shooting this in our kitchen, and I can't really have people in there. I also need people to not eat my pasta in the meantime. Oh, and I have to shoot at night because of the lighting in the kitchen, which basically means my options are limited to 1am or after. Maybe Friday night? We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is talk of another movie with my roommate. I ran the concept by her the other day and she laughed hysterically, so we're definitely going to do it. I just don't know how far I want to take it yet, and what all I want to incorporate into it. There are half a dozen things I want to include and make fun of, however I think that some of them will have to wait for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to be out of school and have an endless supply of money with which to produce films....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-6314328456352254202?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6314328456352254202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/film-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/6314328456352254202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/6314328456352254202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/film-update.html' title='Film Update'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-580455247861140526</id><published>2009-02-07T04:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:12:01.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Anabella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anabella &lt;/span&gt;is "finished." We finished filming on Thursday, and I stayed up until 5:30 Friday morning editing it. We're hoping to enter it in the film festival in March, however because of the content of the film, we have to jump through several hoops and get it approved by multiple people. Our first review was today, and it went well! (hence staying up until 5:30) There will probably be a few more minor adjustments before we submit it for the festival, but no major changes. It's roughly ten minutes long, with credits, and personally, I think it's pretty impressive. I may or may not upload it here to my blog, but it will be on Facebook if people want to see it, or you could always ask me to show it to you, and I'd be more than happy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late. I was up starting another stop motion video. The intro is done. There are 421 frames so far. It's going to be a little more complex than my last one. I debated diving into the next part, but thought better of it. One, there's no way I'd get to bed if I started it. Two, I really don't have a clue what I'm doing after the intro. All I know is that it's gonna be sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-580455247861140526?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/580455247861140526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/anabella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/580455247861140526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/580455247861140526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/02/anabella.html' title='Anabella'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-3983705230995480973</id><published>2009-01-26T13:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:11:45.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie marathon'/><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>My roommate and I had a movie watching marathon. It lasted for 13 days and included 40 movies, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Hotel Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Bridge to Terabithia, Bourne Ultimatum, The Interpreter, xXx, The Island&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Man of the Year, Mulan&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Poseidon Adventure Part 1, Poseidon Adventure Part 2, Prince Caspian&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Air Force One, The Fast and the Furious&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - Merlin's Apprentice Part 1, Merlin's Apprentice Part 2, Blackbeard Part 1, Blackbeard Part 2, Supernova Part 1, Supernova Part 2, Clear and Present Danger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 - Iron Man, Sum of All Fears&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 - Walking Tall, The Rundown, Narnia(The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe), Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - LOTR 1, LOTR 2, LOTR 3, Man in the Iron Mask&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - Girl Interrupted, The Darjeeling Limited, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - Sea Wolf: The Pirate's Curse, Now and Then&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - 28 Days, Best of the Muppet Show&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - K:19 The Widowmaker, Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was basically awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once we got done &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; all these movies, we acquired a very strong desire to being &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;making&lt;/span&gt; movies. So that's exactly what we're doing. I made a sweet stop motion paint film and posted it a few days ago. You should check it out. Right now we're in beginning stages of filming for our first actual movie, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anabella&lt;/span&gt;. It's gonna be intense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-3983705230995480973?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3983705230995480973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/movies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/3983705230995480973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/3983705230995480973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5187287174964908026</id><published>2009-01-24T22:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:11:26.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Stop Motion Video</title><content type='html'>I got bored and made a stop motion video. It's pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ea8131801c3f653f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea8131801c3f653f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32B95660A944FCE5B650BDBB66D32A5A28D15D76.6109A3F061A182591B5BE4E97419BF629AF95865%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea8131801c3f653f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D88A3_sCOoqYFwlAYSBzih4fZmuc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dea8131801c3f653f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331656901%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32B95660A944FCE5B650BDBB66D32A5A28D15D76.6109A3F061A182591B5BE4E97419BF629AF95865%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dea8131801c3f653f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D88A3_sCOoqYFwlAYSBzih4fZmuc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5187287174964908026?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ea8131801c3f653f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5187287174964908026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/stop-motion-video.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5187287174964908026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5187287174964908026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/stop-motion-video.html' title='Stop Motion Video'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1090475731316670409.post-5555686575247067392</id><published>2009-01-13T10:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T11:29:18.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Gang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Habitat for Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A Good Start to a New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/SW9U5Xb620I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yWcE3jFb89A/s1600-h/habitat+house.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291541431704017730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/SW9U5Xb620I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yWcE3jFb89A/s320/habitat+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Christmas Break my family and I went down to New Orleans, Louisiana. We went down with another family we are very good friends with. Of course we spent time in the city, mostly in the French Quarter, but we spent three days on a Habitat For Humanity work site. First of all, being on a construction site was way more fun than I thought it would be. Second, I was capable of doing a lot more than I would have guessed. It was awesome being with my family and some friends helping to build people houses. I have so many stories about the city and the work site! Oh, and it was 75 degrees during the day, as opposed to the single digit chill of Northern Indiana.  Much happiness came from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1090475731316670409-5555686575247067392?l=suzsparkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5555686575247067392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-blogging-begin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5555686575247067392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1090475731316670409/posts/default/5555686575247067392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suzsparkle.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-blogging-begin.html' title='A Good Start to a New Year'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09022958212522009088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/S50HLRCG0SI/AAAAAAAAADQ/XHNbTu7Tzko/S220/meee+pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FIPt5ZFT5iY/SW9U5Xb620I/AAAAAAAAAAw/yWcE3jFb89A/s72-c/habitat+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
