<?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-5349826616817317379</id><updated>2011-10-11T09:58:02.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so likee;; here it goes: life</title><subtitle type='html'>here it goes; here it goes again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-3508984694468530657</id><published>2011-03-21T20:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T17:57:28.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;currently listening: rich girl$; down with webster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IstQm3fvUDc/TYf44xm5yyI/AAAAAAAAANY/f7rqk4c7GpY/s1600/DSC03259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IstQm3fvUDc/TYf44xm5yyI/AAAAAAAAANY/f7rqk4c7GpY/s320/DSC03259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586707517049260834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not very self-assured and completely adamant on very many things.  One of the things I am confident in is my good &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;dental hygiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  I take pride in being able to do it well, because frankly, it isn't that difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After so much money and time was spend on the teenage passage of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;braces&lt;/span&gt;, I figured the least I could do was use that luxury to its advantage.  Now, when people compliment me on my teeth, I just smile and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;coyly&lt;/span&gt; thank them.  Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That sounds wrong, but wouldn't it be even more in the wrong to just nod, grin and say "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It honestly takes me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to brush. I don't even whiten. Whats funny is that whenever I feel like they're looking a little dull, people seem to notice how white they are the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;self-conscious&lt;/span&gt; thing everyone has, I think. You notice things about yourself and are positive that everyone else sees them too- but really, &lt;b&gt;they don't&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lately, it's been a little hectic around here. I'm waiting around to hear from the last college, and then it's rush time to make my decision.  School is insane, and I really just need to take some time for myself in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to keep cool, and I think the way I'm going to have to do that is appreciate the &lt;i&gt;small things&lt;/i&gt;- like compliments on how white my teeth are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;♥ thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s. There's a kid in my school who's convinced that I'm saying my own name wrong. I think he's stupid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-3508984694468530657?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/3508984694468530657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=3508984694468530657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3508984694468530657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3508984694468530657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2011/03/currently-listening-rich-girl-down-with.html' title='cheesin&apos;!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IstQm3fvUDc/TYf44xm5yyI/AAAAAAAAANY/f7rqk4c7GpY/s72-c/DSC03259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-7965571855360657550</id><published>2011-02-08T17:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:01:33.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all we do is win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;currently listening: last one to love; breathe electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sfgate.com/blogs/images/sfgate/wilson/2009/09/04/OnteachingJournalism1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.sfgate.com/blogs/images/sfgate/wilson/2009/09/04/OnteachingJournalism1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learned a few things in the past few days. One, snacks and appetizers, chips and dips are my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt; spot.  Two, life really is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;oller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Three, feeling accomplished may be the &lt;b&gt;best&lt;/b&gt; feeling ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class, I'm having the hardest time writing without throwing my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;voice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, or opinion into the piece- I tend to want to editorialize things.  That is beside the point though- today, I offered to put my first draft on the projector for critique, only because the girl that had gone before me was assigned a similar article.  I decided I should share, because the articles mirrored each other.  What I didn't expect was the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;applause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- it just brings something really nice when you know other people respect the things you have to say and do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlike the small group of boys who sit in the back corner of my &lt;i&gt;economics&lt;/i&gt; class. I know they talk about me, which really doesn't bother me at all, but the fact that I've &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;never spoken a word&lt;/span&gt; to those boys in my life does.  I have never once talked to them, made faces at them or anything of the like. Being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;spineless&lt;/span&gt; enough to talk about someone negatively is wrong already, but basing whatever comments you're making on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/span&gt;, and doing it right there behind me?  It's wrong.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;It amazes me how immature people are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And back to the roller coaster that is life- good things, bad things and more good.  This weekend, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;placed first at regional FBLA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with my test partner.  I did not want my last year at FBLA to end with me not earning a spot to state, and after two years, I've finally made it to the top spot.  My only hope is that I place at state within the top 5- because I never have!  My first year, I placed 6th, and last year, I placed 10th at state.  Again- I can only reiterate that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;accomplishment feels fantastic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- only because I've known what failure feels like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to get to work on more AP statistics and physics. Ohhh joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;♥ thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-7965571855360657550?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/7965571855360657550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=7965571855360657550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/7965571855360657550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/7965571855360657550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2011/02/currently-listening-last-one-to-love.html' title='all we do is win.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-4564342194937572876</id><published>2011-01-24T17:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:20:10.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>roller coaster ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;currently listening: la la love; taylor thrash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...Despite the song I'm listening to, I definitely am not in la la love with my &lt;b&gt;second semester schedule&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I'd wait a little while to see if my feeling settled somewhat after a seriously irritating day of classes, but my feelings are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TT4RprjOZQI/AAAAAAAAANM/Mu6c9iY4aQM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-24%2Bat%2B17.17%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TT4RprjOZQI/AAAAAAAAANM/Mu6c9iY4aQM/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-24%2Bat%2B17.17%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565905597239289090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;[I honestly felt like this the entire day.  I still do.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the thing.  I realized something really important about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today.  I have such a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;low tolerance&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;b&gt;incompetency&lt;/b&gt;.  I can not stand words spewing without the thoughts or any logic to back it.  Or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;impulsive lemmings&lt;/span&gt; that I have to call my classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not preaching myself as some high and mighty 4.0 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;brainiac&lt;/span&gt;, because I'm far from it.  I just have a hard time listening to people who make you want to &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;slam your head against a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking honors courses my entire high school career has sheltered me from this idiocy and senior year seriously was like throwing me to the lions- but lions who can't run, roar or hunt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could never be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- so I give credit to all of them now.  They deal with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;copious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; amounts of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;futile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; attempts of adolescents to flaunt humor to their peers.  Let me tell you right now- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;your lame, garish and vacuous remarks are not going to get you very far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  If anything, they will only annoy those around you once they leave their hazy, adolescent, moronic daze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I can say is that I think I'm really going to enjoy my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;economics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class.  The teacher told us that economics is often the perceived as the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;pessimist's science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, but in reality, it is just the cold, hard facts.  The world does not have enough resources to satisfy the needs and wants of everyone- &lt;b&gt;something I've already learned the hard way&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think I'm a pessimist at all, I just don't hold people with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;childish tendencies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in high regard.  If you're smart, don't pretend to be dumb.  It really isn't that hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What upsets me though, is that you can go from being satisfied with what you have, and then being completely ready to move on- and when you move on, all you want is to go back.  I want my first semester schedule back, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday is probably going to feel like a million years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&amp;hearts; thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-4564342194937572876?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/4564342194937572876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=4564342194937572876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4564342194937572876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4564342194937572876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2011/01/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='roller coaster ride.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TT4RprjOZQI/AAAAAAAAANM/Mu6c9iY4aQM/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-24%2Bat%2B17.17%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-8344206464593751673</id><published>2011-01-13T20:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T21:28:58.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;currently listening: wonderful world; james morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/images/news/photos/2008/10/02/wide-us-debate-cp-5622974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 328px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/images/news/photos/2008/10/02/wide-us-debate-cp-5622974.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm procrastinating studying &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that I don't understand.  A person is on a ladder, okay.  Calculate the coefficient of static friction? Sure. I can do that!  But if the blades on a &lt;b&gt;helicopter&lt;/b&gt; make 32.0 rpm and you need me to calculate the frequency, period and centripetal acceleration...I'm sorry, but I can't help you.  I was getting my wisdom teeth out the day we learned that- I was too busy being a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;trooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Lo siento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what I can do...Is win myself a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;debate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I've been pretty much ecstatic after my debate yesterday- after spending days nervously awaiting it and trying to think of clever arguments, it turned out well in the end. I found myself a nice outfit, on sale, no less!  I must say I believe I excel at looking &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;business professional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  According to the teacher rating sheet (since the class is biased on picking their friends to win) my partner and I clearly won the debate since the opposing side had no &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, only background information on the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been feeling pretty good about it lately- &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;accomplishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is pretty much the best mood booster in the world!  Lately I've been doing spectacularly well in my classes- but we'll see how that comes along with exams going into force next week.  Uh oh.  That just means I'll be really &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for a while.  What's new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had lots of things I wanted to say before I lost my train of thought and looked at the clock and decided I should probably try and at least learn some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rotational motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since I honestly don't know any at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TS-4Vf49SOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7EG40F8aE04/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-13%2Bat%2B20.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TS-4Vf49SOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7EG40F8aE04/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-13%2Bat%2B20.42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561866744303012066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be looking at notes like these for the next hour or so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;hearts; thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-8344206464593751673?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/8344206464593751673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=8344206464593751673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8344206464593751673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8344206464593751673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2011/01/currently-listening-wonderful-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TS-4Vf49SOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/7EG40F8aE04/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-13%2Bat%2B20.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-4327168904680811527</id><published>2011-01-11T16:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:28:55.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this side of me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;now listening: piano song; meiko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.brainz.org/uploads/2010/12/new-years-bucks-county.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 428px;" src="http://media.brainz.org/uploads/2010/12/new-years-bucks-county.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt;. I quite honestly don't understand all the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;hype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that comes with the new year- what makes it so revolutionary other than the fact that you have a different date to write on your papers and checks?  Your taxes and w2 forms come in...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  A new year isn't really a new slate.  All the things you have done in the past still still happened- all the mistakes, all the accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But new years is a time for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;reflection&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;assessment&lt;/span&gt;- it's a time you should take to think about what you have done- including all your accomplishments as well as mistakes.  It's the time you use to outline what you'd like to see to happen in the coming year before you can reflect again and see if anything really has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On new year's eve, minutes before the ball dropped, one of my friends said, "Ohhhh, look! Only &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; minutes until the new year!" And another one said, "But the thing is, you can say that about &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.  Oh, two minutes until this Monday is over and it's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A statement like that is simple- but &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  It just means that the end of everyday can be a time to make "resolutions" or set little goals for yourself for the next day- it's the way we live live.  One day at a time.  Although in the big picture, long term schemes are entirely necessary, it's a process to get to the end.  You won't make it to the &lt;b&gt;finish line&lt;/b&gt; unless you take a step at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This new year's has brought on a weird feeling in me- some sort of an indifference in the holiday, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;hopefulness&lt;/span&gt;, and a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm scared, excited and a list of hundreds of other emotions at the prospect of college, a new place, new people, essentially, an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;entire new way of life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The year has almost passed too &lt;b&gt;quickly&lt;/b&gt; for me to even contemplate it- and nothing sticks out as anything I deeply regret, so that's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I just feel like I said I started a new chapter turning eighteen- but I feel like that won't fully happen until I make my journey to college.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;♥ thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-4327168904680811527?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/4327168904680811527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=4327168904680811527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4327168904680811527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4327168904680811527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-side-of-me.html' title='this side of me.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2338447701909494152</id><published>2010-12-17T19:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:40:13.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a trooper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;currently listening: precious love; james morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://waynepark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/lb01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://waynepark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/lb01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said I would be- I'm in so much of a better place than I was last time I posted.  I told myself I'd get over it- and I'm over it.  These past few months have been a &lt;i&gt;flurry&lt;/i&gt; and mismatched puzzles of days that go by in a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of an eye, to days that never seem to end.  But through that time, some notable things have happened. I've been accepted to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Arizona State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and offered a scholarship, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ball State&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and offered a scholarship, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;University of Minnesota Twin-Cities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm still waiting on two more decisions from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fordham&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in NYC, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Syracuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the state of New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been keeping busy with homework and work.  Things are going well. I've gotten my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shopping done and got bragging rights for being the first person to slip presents under the tree.  But the downside to these past few days were a number of things- I came down with something really weird for a few days and went to school anyways. &lt;b&gt;Because I'm a trooper!&lt;/b&gt; And today, I got four &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; teeth removed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get put to sleep, or go under, whatever you call it. I was a little nervous, but only because I felt like maybe they'd mess up and I'd feel it or something.  But nah. I felt a little bit, like when he was injecting the numbing stuff- I could feel the needles a bit. And the pressure when he pulled the teeth- like it's such a weird feeling.  Getting them pulled out is like, so violent. It's a lot of strength and prying, which must have shown in my eyes because he stopped and asked if i was okay. &lt;b&gt;I pride myself in being a great patient&lt;/b&gt;. One of the few things I'm good at, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;laughing gas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and at first I was concerned. He told me I'd feel tingling in my hands and feet, but I felt it in my stomach. Not like, my stomach stomach, but in the general area- so he thought maybe I was going to throw up and got the trash can, but then I realized it was the feeling you get in your stomach when you laugh. So then I fought the urge to laugh so that he and the assistant wouldn't think I was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mentally unbalanced&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you haven't really noticed yet, or gotten the chance to, the eyes have it. My facial expression couldn't change that much- open mouth with like, four hands in it, but whenever I did something with my eyes, they totally noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I feel like maybe part of the reason I was such a good patient today- awake for the whole surgery, was maybe the oral interpretation speech I gave yesterday for &lt;i&gt;Argumentation &amp;amp; Persuasion&lt;/i&gt;.  I'm by no means an actor, but I kind of like giving speeches, because I feel like I'm somewhat of a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; writer, and I don't get that nervous.  My problem is when I speak though, is that I speak too quickly.  This time, since it wasn't a speech that I wrote, I had to learn the words, and I stretched myself to really try and be that character. I gave Laura Bush's 2005 speech at the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;White House Correspondents dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, which I thought was hilarious. I was nervous beforehand, but once I gave the speech- albeit I messed up a couple times, I was proud of myself, and it seemed like the time passed so &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quickly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was a little&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- in being kind of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fearless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and putting myself out there and really trying.  It doesn't make sense to go through life scared of so many things- if things happen, they happen. There's pain, but that's inevitable.  But then there's also reward when you do something and really apply yourself.  You feel accomplished.  You'll never know the outcome of things- so if there's a bit of trepidation about anything, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;just go for it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  See how it turns out.  If it doesn't work in your favor- brush it off and move on.  Something else will work out.  A friend told me to try something you're &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of everyday...And that makes complete and total sense to me (&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;rawr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;boys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if there's that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you've got your eye on...Just go for it. If she turns you down, you'll live.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, same thing.  If you're scared of public speaking, practice, be prepared and give it a shot.  If you hate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, think about it for a little while- rationalize.  They're really not so bad.  Been scared to try that new&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt; haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; because you're afraid no one will like it?  Hair grows back, and it's what you think that matters.  So just try something that intimidates you a little- it probably won't be so terrible. &lt;b&gt; Take my word for it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;♥ thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2338447701909494152?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2338447701909494152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2338447701909494152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2338447701909494152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2338447701909494152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/12/be-trooper.html' title='Be a trooper!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-3594703612029557644</id><published>2010-11-03T15:47:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:49:35.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling you get when you're so disappointed and upset?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;currently listening: nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;shocker, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TNHKpW6kAhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hj0ujSeU0L8/s1600/00-3oh3-streets_of_gold-2010-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TNHKpW6kAhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hj0ujSeU0L8/s320/00-3oh3-streets_of_gold-2010-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535428228889707026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever heard the phrase &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"It seems too good to be true?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Exactly. I never really fully experienced that saying, until today and the worst feeling just took over every other emotion in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not one to go on depressing rants and divulge on how unfortunate and sad I am, because I know there is always going to be someone out there who going something way worse than me, and it doesn't seem fair for me to be complaining about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;petty&lt;/span&gt; things like not getting what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the thing, though. Lately, I've just been feeling so stressed with all of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; application things, which is a struggle in itself where I need to prove that I can get in, and show my family that I can make them proud and do the things they've all aspired for me to accomplish, through their own hard work to help me get to where I am today.  My birthday came around, and little things happened that made me really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and just kind of took my mind off of those things.  I felt carefree, happy and even lucky for almost the first time in so long- after I learned that magical things like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;fairies&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Santa Claus &lt;/span&gt;didn't exist.  Something can be said about knowing too much- it takes away the magic and wonder of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;physics&lt;/span&gt; I learned that nothing really ever touches- just things like that don't make sense to me. There are explanations for everything- magic tricks, why the sky is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, and why grass is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;.  Knowing these things just takes away the factor of the innocent beauty of the world. Being so smart must be so miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been so happy lately, and I almost felt like nothing could bring me down.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in the car on the way to school just because is one of the silliest, most amazing feelings- being happy because you &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt;.  But I knew within me that good things don't just happen, and that eventually the world has to set things even- I just hoped that it wouldn't be now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won tickets to a soundcheck party for &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;3OH!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- one of my favorite bands. I felt so exclusive, so important, and most importantly, so lucky.  I never win things, and winning just made me feel so special.  Feeling special and important are so vital to us as humans- we crave attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I was worried about most, was that my mom would say no.  The show is two hours away in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Madison&lt;/span&gt;, and I thought that maybe it would seem too dangerous or un-parent like to let your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;daughter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; venture out to do something like that, but her response was so immediate and excited, she encouraged me to go.  And then the worst part came- getting approval from work.  I knew that it would have to be a stretch, but I couldn't have asked for a day off a month in advance because I was hoping I'd win a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;contest&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The worst part was, was she was just like....&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Bummer, maybe you'll at least make money off selling your tickets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  No, I can't do that. They are for me. For me exclusively, and not for anyone else that isn't named Thuy Lan.  It's just a once in a lifetime experience, that I don't get to have because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I grew up too fast&lt;/span&gt; and work like an adult. It'll be the worst night of work, with me standing there and thinking of what I'm missing out on because I can't just 'stick it to the man' and do what I want. The thing is- I can't do everything I want, contrary to 3OH!3's &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I Can Do Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; song. There are people who could cover for me even- but she can't allow them to go into overtime. Why not? If this is what adulthood is like- I don't ever want to grow up. Being eighteen isn't looking like the greatest at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I've ever wanted was to grow up- but if the world of being an adult means you get your hopes up and continually have to deal with not getting what you want and being let down &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt;, it is going to be a miserable, sad life.  Here, I thought I was starting a new chapter in my life and leaving the bad things behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know- you're probably like, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Oh, spoiled, jaded and selfish teenager, there are people dying of thirst and hunger, living in slums and yearning for only shoes to put on their feet.  You have absolutely no right to be upset and complaining because you have to work. Oh, cry me a river, life sucks."&lt;/span&gt;  But I honestly feel like no one deserves to feel this feeling of being so disappointed and sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just that 18 years has built up so many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;struggles&lt;/span&gt;, and so many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; disappointments, that just one more can bring you down more than you ever thought anything could. It's not just that I'm sad about not being able to go, it's the fact that I'm sad because I've never felt so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in my life, that this is the worst feeling, and that it could happen to me over and over again. I don't want to be a sad person, but just the smallest instances can put you in the scariest places, and this feeling is one like I've never experienced so deeply.  There have been times when I've been disappointed, yes, but never have I felt so lost, and so alone in this sad place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I honestly hope that this feeling is one time- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;just this once and the new chapter I've started is one that can show me the happiest place I've ever been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I just hope you personally think before you say something that might bring a person down- maybe to the saddest place they've ever been. You never know what the breaking point will be for that person- and surely you don't want to feel that way either.  Maybe everyone has to go through it once to know, but I just wish that it didn't have to be &lt;b&gt;now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The tiniest things all add up, and I'm sure I'll be fine, I just hope I don't ever feel this way again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;think before you act,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ thuy lan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-3594703612029557644?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/3594703612029557644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=3594703612029557644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3594703612029557644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3594703612029557644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/11/feeling-you-get-when-youre-so.html' title='the feeling you get when you&apos;re so disappointed and upset?'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TNHKpW6kAhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hj0ujSeU0L8/s72-c/00-3oh3-streets_of_gold-2010-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2217610319307505541</id><published>2010-10-24T19:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:17:07.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a new chapter begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;currently listening: hollywood; michael bublé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just going to ask if it was bad that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;Michael Bublé&lt;/i&gt;, but no.  I can love whatever kind of music I want.  Just because I'm not in the 'adult contemporary' musical genre group, it doesn't mean I can't listen to it.  And that means if I want to listen to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Big Time Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like I'm an eleven year old &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Nickelodeon&lt;/span&gt;-worshipping preteen, and then turn around and listen to the profanities of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;3OH!3&lt;/span&gt; and then toss in some &lt;b&gt;Darius Rucker&lt;/b&gt; to the mix...I can.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feel like it's such a surreal time for me right now.  In a mere four days, I'll be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;18 years of age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  To me, it seems like it has taken forever to get to this stage, and yet, I'm so young compared to the world and the people that live in it.  I feel like I have been an adult for so long though- making dinner since the fourth grade, and trying to think of careers and colleges and taking the SAT since the sixth grade.  I want to say I almost never had the chance to be a child, which becomes more apparent to me everyday during Spanish class when my friend references movies and toys I never got to see or play with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never seen the Sound of Music, the Wizard of Oz, The Jungle Book along with countless other &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; movies other little girls watched when they were young.  Sure, I played dress up and all, but it was almost a different world at my house than it was at all of my friends' homes.  I'd love going over to their houses and eat raw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;cookie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dough, and the mashed potatoes they were all so tired of.  I've never even been to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Hasn't everyone been there?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not asking anyone to patronize me, I just feel like once my 18th birthday comes- an age &lt;i&gt;milestone&lt;/i&gt;, I'll be some form of an adult, but lacking the rite of childhood passages that so many have had.  It's sad almost, and I wish I could go back to a time where I wasn't viewed as a teenager who would get moody, and just eat &lt;b&gt;Oreo&lt;/b&gt; cookies and watch The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Jungle Book&lt;/span&gt;.  But at the same time, I'm excited for the opportunities that lay before me- especially with about half of my college applications sent in.  This birthday marks a new chapter in my life, and yet for some strange reason, I don't feel like having a big soiree to celebrate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TMTZoD6lvAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/r0pD-Nx8q_o/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-15+at+06.44.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531785524586855426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take a good look, because this girl won't be 17 for much longer.  Four short days, and I'm taking on a new adventure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ thuy lan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2217610319307505541?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2217610319307505541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2217610319307505541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2217610319307505541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2217610319307505541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-chapter-begins.html' title='a new chapter begins.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TMTZoD6lvAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/r0pD-Nx8q_o/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-10-15+at+06.44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2470629427499582561</id><published>2010-08-06T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:44:19.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>luck of the warped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;currently listening: down; breathe carolina [jay sean cover]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year's experience at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Warped&lt;/span&gt; may have been more of a low-key, waiting around for the 8:15 &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Mike Posner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; show kind of day for me, since I wasn't chasing after some band I'd met the year before, and waiting way early for surprise acoustic sets.  I bought a great &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/2mi06b"&gt;Choonimals&lt;/a&gt; shirt, which I absolutely love and want to wear every single day, two Fueled By Ramen Shirts (one for my little brother and one for myself), and only one CD this year.  I also had to chase down &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DaveRacingKites"&gt;Dave from Fearless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to get my owed to me merch from last year's trip to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I found him, indeed, and we managed to find each other again to head out for a trip to Starbucks, although without Doug this time.  And...We didn't quite make it to Starbucks since it closed right as we found Dave. Sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL3fXq0TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T0HIzTmEjfo/s1600/DSC02630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL3fXq0TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T0HIzTmEjfo/s320/DSC02630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502356261425566002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[wouldn't you cry if you didn't get starbucks too?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL2hLXyoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qOVeyK-G8Qo/s1600/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL2hLXyoI/AAAAAAAAAMI/qOVeyK-G8Qo/s320/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502356244730989186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[wtf]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm hoping someone can help me with this one.  Please tell me who the eff this was, and why it was so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL2Jo3H5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/r3QW4M-XG2Y/s1600/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL2Jo3H5I/AAAAAAAAAMA/r3QW4M-XG2Y/s320/DSC02620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502356238412226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[mike posner]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously, I promise you that if you ever get the chance to meet Mike Posner, he will be one of the nicest guys you will ever meet. His meet and greet must have lasted about 2 hours, and my friends waited in line and I was off watching Breathe Electric.  I came back into the merch tent, and Mike was still there, and remembered my friend Max and called him out by name.  Such a great guy, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL1uiYKrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/96B_zMeEDwg/s1600/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL1uiYKrI/AAAAAAAAAL4/96B_zMeEDwg/s320/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502356231137274546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[whaaatttt? chelsea staub?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also met Chelsea Staub, while she looked cute, I looked like a stupid fangirl with a lazy eye. Attractive, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year's Warped was so much more fun than i even expected it to be- I guess it's good coming in with low expectations so you're not disappointed when you leave.  My only complaint was that I didn't get to go have Starbucks with Dave, and the one CD I bought is actually pretty crappy. Otherwise, nothing but goooood.  I guess Warped is the one time of the year where I can actually be lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGACie38tE4"&gt;[video update portion]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;♥  thuy lan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2470629427499582561?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2470629427499582561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2470629427499582561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2470629427499582561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2470629427499582561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/08/luck-of-warped.html' title='luck of the warped.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxL3fXq0TI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T0HIzTmEjfo/s72-c/DSC02630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-995955596196710617</id><published>2010-08-06T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:49:41.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>luck; warped 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;currently listening: moving backwards; ben rector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this may be much &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; overdue, but I have &lt;b&gt;valid&lt;/b&gt; reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1: I got a new job that I've been learning the ropes of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is fast approaching, and the preparation for it is unbelievable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3: School started before I could even get a grasp that it was actually &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4: People seem to need me all the time- to be chauffeur, clean, cook, whatever you need, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5: I needed to let my initial &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of Warped wear off so my posts wouldn't end up being like OMG OMG OMGGGG!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, forgive me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Of course, Milwaukee Warped Tour, 2010. July 29th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxAbLkzJdI/AAAAAAAAALw/QPXY-WK3VHY/s1600/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502343680447686098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxAbLkzJdI/AAAAAAAAALw/QPXY-WK3VHY/s320/DSC02604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[breathe electric]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was supremely irritated that I had to buy a ticket, and that my two friends that were going to initially come with were were not coming.  So here I was, with other friends, standing in line to buy a ticket.  If you're not buying a presale, buying a ticket at the gate is actually a MUCH better deal than online. It was $40 straight up at the gate this year, where as ticketmaster charged about $38 per ticket, plus a $12 &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;convenience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; charge.  That's not very convenient!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my great day starts off with me moping about having to hand over forty bucks to get in to see bands I didn't really want to see, making my spending cash for merch forty bucks less.  But me having to pay wouldn't be very lucky, would it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is lucky, is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;State Farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; insurance agent giving me a free one as long as I come to the tent and fill out a slip to win a free iPod touch.  If I was telling you this story about a month and a half earlier, it would have taken forever, but the shock of it has just worn off a little.  Forty dollars, handed to me with nothing weird in exchange?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;LUCKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxAacha0rI/AAAAAAAAALo/W9Tnjo8h7W0/s1600/DSC02586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502343667817042610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxAacha0rI/AAAAAAAAALo/W9Tnjo8h7W0/s320/DSC02586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[why are you bringing children?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxAZ7bwqTI/AAAAAAAAALg/Jz33cqS4UnQ/s1600/DSC02596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502343658934937906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxAZ7bwqTI/AAAAAAAAALg/Jz33cqS4UnQ/s320/DSC02596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[angry penguin at the summer set?!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFw_QwmLKQI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lrcqp9gUeG8/s1600/DSC02579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502342401895377154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFw_QwmLKQI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lrcqp9gUeG8/s320/DSC02579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[state farm insurance bodyguard?!]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thesummerset"&gt;The Summer Set&lt;/a&gt; was one of the best effin' shows I've ever seen in my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  That was so much fun, I definitely recommend you hitting up one of their shows if you ever need a fun one to go to.  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/breatheelectric"&gt;Breathe Electric&lt;/a&gt; was great, even though I wasn't really familiar with any of his songs, my friend Katie and I waltzed up to about the second row because we thought it'd be fun. Dancing like freaks, and all.  But it was tons of fun :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;....read the next post for more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-995955596196710617?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/995955596196710617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=995955596196710617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/995955596196710617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/995955596196710617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/08/luck-warped-2010.html' title='luck; warped 2010'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TFxAbLkzJdI/AAAAAAAAALw/QPXY-WK3VHY/s72-c/DSC02604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-382694474732833097</id><published>2010-07-30T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:10:35.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have a great flight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Currently listening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;airplanes ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;B.o.B feat. Hayley Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I know when it’s your baby, you’re freaking out hoping you don’t bother other people and that they don’t hate you or anything, but when you’re on the other side of it…Say on a flight, it can get annoying quite quickly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m talking about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;babies crying&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know how many of them there are on this flight- but I feel like it may be…Too many.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get it though! I’m a babysitter. Which is why I’m on this flight in the first place, but when you’re not the one trying to make a baby stop crying, you want other people’s babies to stop crying too. Sometimes, I really just don’t see the appeal. I’m not ranting or anything, I’m simply just making an observation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s nothing else to do, and it’s 12:14 AM &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; time…and 2:14 AM central time, but let’s not get too technical with all this flight business.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m on a flight in the middle of the night. Great stuff, really. Especially since I’m typing this post in Word because I refuse to pay fifteen dollars for in flight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;wifi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, isn’t that the least you can give me, after a bag of crappy pretzels which you think are really witty by calling them “gourmet” and having instructions on how to enjoy them? Yeah, sorry, I’d just rather have&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my free wi-fi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which, you’d think with a hotel, multiple airports and now this magical onboard wifi, there’d be a way for a girl to get some internet hook up. Nope. Not. At. All. The only internet I got was about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; minutes at the Las Vegas airport- thank you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to throw in a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; update within that short time span. Well. Aren’t we experiencing some turbulence? Who knew the night skies were so ominous and brimming with…turbulent instabilities. Random, but it’s what’s happening right now. Chill out. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You really don’t know how great the internet is until you’re deprived of it for a while- that’s how I feel anyways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet there are people who beg to differ, and I accept that. But all I’m saying is that I think the internet is absolutely &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I have any free time to use it anymore, though.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My first day of summer consisted of a job interview, and the next day, I started babysitting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seven days a week, 9 AM to about 10 PM. Great stuff, really.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, about two weeks into it, I got offered the job from my interview and took that- and just completed my first week of training. Oh, look! I don’t even get pretzels this time- I get “gourmet” &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;biscoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Uh, okay. Thanks airline who shall not be named. So, basically, my life is nonexistent.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I missed EVERY SINGLE DAY of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Summerfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Is that very Thuy Lan like?&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOT AT ALL&lt;/b&gt;. But I guess this summer is full of sacrifices.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This better be worth it, or else I don’t know what I’m going to do….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ugh. Going to listen to more babies cry while I search for my headphones. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;toodles;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;p.s. person behind me- stop kicking my chair, I’m not sleeping! Even if I was…it still wouldn’t be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-382694474732833097?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/382694474732833097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=382694474732833097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/382694474732833097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/382694474732833097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/07/have-great-flight.html' title='have a great flight!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-7062480834361254604</id><published>2010-06-14T09:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T09:26:58.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty little windstorm on the boulevard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;currently listening: love like woe; the ready set&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TBY5eRWPpbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/c3t5fDlYa8w/s1600/DSC02393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TBY5eRWPpbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/c3t5fDlYa8w/s320/DSC02393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482632788585719218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.  So it is officially the first day of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, and my only day off until I dive into a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; pool&lt;/span&gt; of the many things that my summer will consist of- I will be so busy!  So, there goes the idea that since school was over, I'd have all this free time.  Unfortunately, that is not the case.  I start a month long &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;babysitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; job tomorrow, and continue through early-mid July, I believe.  The end is not yet in sight.  Although, this babysitting job will even take me on a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; vacation!  It makes me feel like an au pair, or something of the sort.  An au pair with a month long job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So on my first day of summer, I did what many students will do.  I slept in.  Albeit, it is only 9:19 AM, and I've been up for a good 45 minutes, that was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; amount of sleep I gained, seeing as my usual school day wakeup alarm was set for 5:45.  So this is nice.  Even may day off won't be all fun and games- I've got an interview and a date with the gym.  I haven't been to the gym in oh...Four days.  Not so great.  But I did manage to hit up &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1EYYN2Skik"&gt;Bamboozle Road Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on Friday, which was a blast, even though I ha to leave early so I could be home and study for my &lt;b&gt;ACT&lt;/b&gt; the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, I got a gorgeous, new computer.  A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24" iMac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with no lines running down the screen like my last one had!  They just kept multiplying and wouldn't stop...It was so upsetting.  But there a lot of things that are going to be happening this summer- maybe a few video blogs, and a lot of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt; updates, hopefully. And finally, the startup of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;music blog&lt;/span&gt;, which has been put on the backburner for so long! So to anyone who reads this, check back more often, because I'm trying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;thuy lan &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-7062480834361254604?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/7062480834361254604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=7062480834361254604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/7062480834361254604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/7062480834361254604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/06/pretty-little-windstorm-on-boulevard.html' title='Pretty little windstorm on the boulevard.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/TBY5eRWPpbI/AAAAAAAAAKs/c3t5fDlYa8w/s72-c/DSC02393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-6145193003763647652</id><published>2010-05-17T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:42:23.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Currently Listneing: Magic (feat. Rivers Cuomo); B.o.B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4594034451_d9ef8a8776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4594034451_d9ef8a8776.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, does that not look &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?  I'm thinking it does.  It's a &lt;a href="http://www.evilshenanigans.com/2010/05/chocolate-mousse-cake/"&gt;chocolate mousse cake&lt;/a&gt;!  Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what's up with me, but I loooove pictures of food.  Probably because I'm not eating them, so at least I can look at them, right?  I'm so busy, all the time.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will come soon.  But that won't be a breeze either, so I'm not sure when I'm going to ever get a break.  I should be studying for my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Advanced Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; test, but instead I'm writing a blog post. So what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking I want to start my &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;music blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; up for real again this time.  I might even know how/where to start this. Time to hit the drawing books!  Or looseleaf during my &lt;b&gt;not-too-rigorous-now-that-AP Testing-is-over AP classes&lt;/b&gt;.  We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But honestly, have you looked at &lt;a href="http://foodgawker.com/"&gt;foodgawker&lt;/a&gt;?  This website is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It's like eating all the food you could ever imagine, without inhaling a single calorie.  Which is fabulous, since I just came from my Monday night session of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boot Camp&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (so going to feel it in the morning).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And foodgawker led me to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Mathis&lt;/b&gt; (blog &lt;a href="http://taylortakesataste.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;.  You see, I have no idea who this guy is.  Except that he takes great pictures of food, and I must say I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;smitten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Like honestly, who doesn't love food?  And he seems like he can cook- which totally makes me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;swoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  A guy who isn't clueless in the kitchen!  Gah, he even went to school in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?  So he knows it's not just full of roaming cows and dairy farms.  Good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But yes, I just wanted to put that out there. posting again soon, seeing as I'm starting to have [make!] more time for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;thuy lan &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-6145193003763647652?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/6145193003763647652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=6145193003763647652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6145193003763647652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6145193003763647652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/05/ive-got-magic.html' title='I&apos;ve got the magic.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4594034451_d9ef8a8776_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-5573384508552955724</id><published>2010-04-26T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:54:41.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ehhh; accounting and other smart things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;currently listening: somebody to love; glee cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/S9ZAWusFmYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4KYiOhDwwaA/s1600/DSC02231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/S9ZAWusFmYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4KYiOhDwwaA/s320/DSC02231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464625957094922626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;beautiful disaster, yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/S9Y_hsekXAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S92UnmLMndg/s1600/DSC02224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/S9Y_hsekXAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/S92UnmLMndg/s320/DSC02224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464625045968280578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know very few people who would be able to pull of that &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from idea to actual, functioning, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;first place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; champion.  I'm so proud- the first all &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; battle bots team in the entire state of Wisconsin took first place in a BotsIQ competition, and I was so lucky as to be part of that team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not that I know remotely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; about engineering or robots, I'm the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;accountant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;promotional manager&lt;/span&gt;. [ I'm doing my accounting homework right now, fun. NOT.] I make homecoming floats and t-shirts for us to wear.  I look over the invoices and fill out the order forms, enter the numbers into a makeshift accounting ledger and journal. But that's why we're a team- people can work on what they're good at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And together, we pull off first place. That's how it works.  You utilize the skills of those around you.  That's how &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; works, and I'm just starting to learn that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although, I give myself some slack seeing as I'm always busy. I tell myself to post, and I can never find the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All my free time is spent getting those extra five minutes of sleep, or studying a little extra for the multitude of tests I seem to always have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll sound like a broken record- but I'm trying, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile, watch some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Glee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for me, because I haven't sat down to watch live TV in months. By the way- so sad Ugly Betty is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;much loooove;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;thuy lan &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. DID I MENTION PROM IS COMING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-5573384508552955724?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/5573384508552955724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=5573384508552955724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/5573384508552955724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/5573384508552955724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/04/ehhh-accounting-and-other-smart-things.html' title='ehhh; accounting and other smart things.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/S9ZAWusFmYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4KYiOhDwwaA/s72-c/DSC02231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-6354657681329195400</id><published>2010-03-04T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:52:11.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>gentlemen and ladies; follow me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;currently listening: follow me down (feat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;neon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; hitch); 3oh!3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.rhapsody.com/2009/07/27/3oh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 571px; height: 409px;" src="http://blog.rhapsody.com/2009/07/27/3oh3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; busy. I say it all the time, but it's not even like I'm lying or anything! I've just been completely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;swamped&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with homework, opening these letters from various &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;colleges&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and trying to make myself a list of my tops schools, all while prepping for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ACT/SAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and AP tests and all sorts of crazy boring time consuming things.  But today, I definitely found a song I will be listening to on repeat for the next few days.  From the &lt;b&gt;Almost Alice&lt;/b&gt; CD, songs inspired by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 3oh!3's song.  I love it! But &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/span&gt; movies are sometimes (mostly all the time) too &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or strange for me.  Something about the just creeps me out a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homework time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;looooove;;; &amp;hearts;  thuy lannnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5349826616817317379-6354657681329195400?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/6354657681329195400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=6354657681329195400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6354657681329195400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6354657681329195400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2010/03/gentlemen-and-ladies-follow-me.html' title='gentlemen and ladies; follow me.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-8976137579775968841</id><published>2009-12-20T11:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:05:15.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh wow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Currently listening:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;tik tok&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;ke$ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, it has been a while.  I always tell myself I'll get in and write in some posts, but I always end up finding myself too &lt;b&gt;lazy&lt;/b&gt;, or too busy.  At the moment, I'm working on some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Pre-Calc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; homework and listening to the preview tracks of '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Animal&lt;/span&gt;' by Ke$ha so that I can pre-order.  Only $6.99!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love tik tok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm talking &lt;i&gt;pedicures&lt;/i&gt; on our toes, toes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blowing up our phones, phones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drop top and playing out favorite CDs, pulling up to the parties,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tryin' to get a little bit &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIPSYYYYY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pretty much know that song by heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random, does anyone notice that all the stories on &lt;a href="http://mylifeisaverage.com/"&gt;MLIA&lt;/a&gt; are about Harry Potter vs. Twilight, Google vs. Yahoo, ninjas, pirates, people in costumes and how to get kicked out of Wal-Mart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;love;; twee twee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-8976137579775968841?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/8976137579775968841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=8976137579775968841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8976137579775968841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8976137579775968841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohhh-wow.html' title='ohhh wow.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-4556017402357052244</id><published>2009-08-07T09:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:45:03.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hellooo :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;currently listening: save your excuses; mandy k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snw87485tiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K32OdOomDOY/s1600-h/Photo0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snw87485tiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K32OdOomDOY/s320/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367231855516562978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I definitely tried doing one of these at the &lt;b&gt;Gavin DeGraw&lt;/b&gt; concert. I had tons in my bag that I forgot to post around all day. It was a pain trying to take a picture of it with my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; secretly. My butt is definitely on the left. So I was reaching back, and taking it with my camera in a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not suspicious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; way. I've been so busy lately getting ready for school again, and working, but soon I'll get the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Warped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Journal up. It was seriously the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;. :] So watch for that post, it's coming soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;love always; thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-4556017402357052244?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/4556017402357052244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=4556017402357052244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4556017402357052244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4556017402357052244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/08/hellooo.html' title='hellooo :]'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snw87485tiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/K32OdOomDOY/s72-c/Photo0041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-196864707468299901</id><published>2009-07-06T14:37:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:51:19.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>summerfest and smiles :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;currently listening: untamed; gavin degraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SlJUYgVqtfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iOH0qJ5ndDI/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SlJUYgVqtfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iOH0qJ5ndDI/s320/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355435686871348722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah. I took that picture, even standing at my puny height where I might as well should have just sat down during the concert since I couldn't see a thing. Hence all the heads included in the picture.  Even &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;eighth row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I couldn't manage to see the stage all so great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hellllooooo Summerfest 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had almost forgotten how much I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concerts at the same time that night. I was so excited to see Gavin, with everyone sitting down, everyone could see the stage perfectly. I was simply &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ecstatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And then the 'let's keep you entertained' music turned off and the stage lights came on and everyone got to their feet.  And then, I remembered I hate concerts for that very fact. Maybe I wouldn't if I was as tall as my two friends who went with me, &lt;b&gt;one of whom didn't even want to see the show,&lt;/b&gt; ahem. The music was fantastic, and I didn't have a worry in the world to my seats being stolen this year, because of the fabulous couple I met who were sitting next to me. It was their &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sixth anniversary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too- she claimed she was a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;pitbull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; who wouldn't take shit from anyone, and she and her boyfriend proved it by having a run-in with the group of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tweens&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who decided to stand in front of us and see if they could get seats into the fifth row. And they definitely high fived and hugged when the couple left the concert early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, despite some annoying crowd members and my difficulty of being &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;vertically challenged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Gavin  DeGraw showed himself as a fabulous performer.  We moved this year to a larger stage- The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Harley Davidson Stage&lt;/span&gt;, which was more open and accommodated more seating than the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Briggs and Stratton Stage&lt;/span&gt;. Also, the speakers were much, much louder. Or maybe it ws the fact that I was 6 rows closer to the stage? Who knows. What I loved was that Gavin played more older songs from his previous albums that people get excited to sing along to. Plus, the few where I looked around and everyone around me pretended to know the words. As in, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Untamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;We Belong Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Other than the fact that I had to leave early, the concert was fabulous, and if he decides to come back &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;again next year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I'll be there. Even closer to the stage. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9276f1472720575" 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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09276f1472720575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EFC58C9C61FD34C710127E84CD6F8CAF9F63F95.13287E467131B291F2AEBFC242470DAD6A033F7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9276f1472720575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOLnGW8VLhf7ebWxwLRD9uCGmMBA&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.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D09276f1472720575%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EFC58C9C61FD34C710127E84CD6F8CAF9F63F95.13287E467131B291F2AEBFC242470DAD6A033F7E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9276f1472720575%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOLnGW8VLhf7ebWxwLRD9uCGmMBA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥ thuy lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/5349826616817317379-196864707468299901?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9276f1472720575&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/196864707468299901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=196864707468299901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/196864707468299901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/196864707468299901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/07/summerfest-and-smiles_06.html' title='summerfest and smiles :]'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SlJUYgVqtfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iOH0qJ5ndDI/s72-c/DSC01295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-9008180134261922131</id><published>2009-06-24T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:52:13.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging in the corner with your five best friends;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;currently listening: good girls go bad; cobra starship ft. leighton meester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gormsey.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/cobra_starship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 331px;" src="http://gormsey.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/cobra_starship.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! Well hello there Alex...and Nate...and Gabe! OMG and Ryland and Victoria ;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO. I almost forgot how much I &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cobra Starship. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And how fitting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;/span&gt; is in this song. She's just so pretty, and all around talented. Even though I'm not a GG follower, I have caught an episode or two and she can range so well in a single character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I must say that the Leighton Meester/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fit works so much better than the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Selena Gomez&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;FTSK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; combo. I adore FTSK, and I'm not to ashamed to admit I've seen my fair share of episodes of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, having a little brother and his friend who love Disney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all I wanted to say. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;LOVE THIS SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And upset also that I won't get to see Cobra again at Warped...Waited a good three hours in line last year for the meet 'n greet, and missed Ludo and ATL. But it was allll worth it. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LOVE;; ♥ thuy lan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-9008180134261922131?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/9008180134261922131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=9008180134261922131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/9008180134261922131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/9008180134261922131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/06/hanging-in-corner-with-your-five-best.html' title='hanging in the corner with your five best friends;'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-3393788309992114948</id><published>2009-06-23T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:39:11.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about that time again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;currently listening: I gotta feeling; black eyed peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SkGbGqZldBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/k4cApdiHGoI/s1600-h/620wtmj_062608summerfestlogo.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SkGbGqZldBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/k4cApdiHGoI/s320/620wtmj_062608summerfestlogo.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350728371055981586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wow. The summer is suddenly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- the heat index just hopping to a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today.  Crazy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; weather for you. :] So I've finally just gotten out of school, enjoyed the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt; for a week and a half- that's it?! AWESOME! But that only means one thing- concert summer! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Summerfest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Warped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  The best two things of the summer (besides sleeping in, and chilling with friends because there are no 'school nights') are coming my way so soon!  Summerfest starts in two days, and with a bang! Bon Jovi to get the Jovi fans pleased off the bat.  Unfortunately, a family friend needs some babysitting all day, and I just got a job (starting today!!) so that means not being able to frequent everyday of Summerfest like we all know I'd &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to.  But that means more spending on goodies at Warped! Especially since my friend- &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;- managed to score us &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Warped tickets, so that's a whole $45 I don't have to spend already.  I wasn't sure about the dates on being able to go or not so I didn't do presale. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that'll go towards lots of goodies at Warped- Hopefully I get those &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VIP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Warped Reporter passes too! I have probably never wanted anything so much yet this year. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways- Two days I really don't want to miss at Summerfest.  June 29th, where they have all in a row- Erin McCarley, NeedtoBreathe, Brett Dennen and Mat Kearney. And since I saw Gavin Last year, I definitely do NOT want to miss July 3rd with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gavin DeGraw&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stage! They probably saw how crowded he was last year and decided to upgrade! Good. :] I'd like to see a few country acts, like the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Carter Twins&lt;/span&gt;, Phil Vassar and Jason Aldean, but hey, when some opportunity comes to make a little money, and help out someone else who needs it, why not. &lt;b&gt;Asher Roth&lt;/b&gt; would be such a fun show, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Shiny Toy Guns&lt;/span&gt;, probably Anberlin (Q&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;uietdrive&lt;/span&gt; opening) but I've seen Quietdrive in a much more intimate show so I'm good with that.  I'd also love to see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lupe Fiasco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but psh, it happens. But yeah. So excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For anyone seeing the shows that I won't, don't forget the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sunscreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for the day, drink lots of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (just because it's Wisconsin doesn't mean you only drink beer!), and most importantly, be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to other people seeing the shows too- they're there to have fun just like you! (I don't want a repeat of last year's DeGraw show), and enjoy the fabulous weather we're having, and be thankful and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wisconsin! :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;smiles for miles for all, &amp;hearts; thuy lannnn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-3393788309992114948?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/3393788309992114948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=3393788309992114948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3393788309992114948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3393788309992114948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-about-that-time-again.html' title='it&apos;s about that time again!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SkGbGqZldBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/k4cApdiHGoI/s72-c/620wtmj_062608summerfestlogo.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-446065406406311149</id><published>2009-05-23T18:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:00:11.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>star trek was legit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Currently listening: alright; darius rucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So. Again, it has only been about 3498394 years since I've posted on this.  I've avoided buying any new music on iTunes lately because of the outrageous price jump to $1.29 for a single song.  That's ridiculous.  So I've been utilizing the library and getting my music fix for free there. You'd be surprised what good stuff you can get.  Most recently, I got Folie a Deux by Fall Out Boy, and even Circus by Britney Spears, including the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'If You Seek Amy'&lt;/span&gt; innuendo.  Anyhow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/chris-pine-james-kirk_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://screenrant.com/wp-content/uploads/chris-pine-james-kirk_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me tell you this.  I have no idea where to start with all this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; off, heck, I don't really even know the difference between Star Trek and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; with me for that- I'm just not into those types of things!  I went and saw STar Trek with a friend of mine last night because it's actually supposed to be a really good movie (and I love Chris Pine- he could do better than Audrina Patridge, she'll go back to Justin Bobby anyways).  It was filled with people! And I ended up with a seat between me and this older lady on my right- she &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;farted&lt;/span&gt; three times in a really loud part of the movie and then it all of a sudden got quiet- she was so lucky!  Still gross.  And she made all these comments. "wow, that's so amazing...omg, omg did he die?! that's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt;!"  It was getting a little ridiculous.  Even though I don't have any knowledge to base it on, I'll say Star Trek was a pretty legit movie. Effects were good, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chris Pine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is hot, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Zachary Quinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made people from other planets and weird eyebrows strangely appealing, Tyler Perry wasn't loud, John Cho added a little oomph in there, and the funny Russian kid was pretty hilarious. And the guy from the Shaun of the Dead who played Scotty! Funny stuff.  At first, I didn't know what the Russian kid was saying so I had to come home and google it. '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weesel, weesel&lt;/span&gt;." hahah. Vessel, vessel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'll just give kudos for that movie.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I liked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One of my favorite parts was just when the russian kid ran around and was like,"I can do that, I can do that, I can do that!" And he did it.  Or when he was like,"If we hide behind Titan, we will be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;inweesible&lt;/span&gt;."  That was just a funny kid.  Oh gosh, I also pretty much loved every scene Chris Pine was in.  I also thought it was amazing how &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Hemsworth&lt;/span&gt; could have totally been Chris Pine's dad.  They actually really looked alike.  And movies always seem to be tons better when you get in free, or don't have to spend like, actual money.  I had a two-for-one pass and free soda coupons so that was nice.  I also saw &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last weekend on the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;UltraScreen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in VIP leather seats, for free, and I thought that movie was actually really legit too.  They could have slowed the pace a little because it was a good movie, and kept it going on a little more, but otherwise, I thought it was fantastic.  So yeah. That's my movie update, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles;; thuy lan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-446065406406311149?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/446065406406311149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=446065406406311149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/446065406406311149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/446065406406311149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/05/currently-listening-alright-darius.html' title='star trek was legit!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-787277791863062754</id><published>2009-02-19T21:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:21:17.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so I snuck back in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening: lucky ; jason mraz ft. colbie caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SZ4gBQN63OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TfZmRRo9coc/s1600-h/Photo0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SZ4gBQN63OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TfZmRRo9coc/s320/Photo0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304712616994331874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sooooo....I snuck back into Walgreens  right quick the next night just to see if they were still there. :] and they were. I could see the one below (smile) was a little &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tampered&lt;/span&gt; with, and moved a little bit.  I think someone was thinking about taking it, and had second thoughts. :] The other one was hidden fairly well.  Frankly, I'd be more interested in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; chocolates than a 35 mm single use camera hanging in the way of picking out a cute teddy bear or something. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyhow, I just wanted to update with that quick. Share me pictures or anything if you've been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;inspired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough to share some happy too! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SZ4gA7N8-GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/caz-qisl4dw/s1600-h/Photo0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SZ4gA7N8-GI/AAAAAAAAAJE/caz-qisl4dw/s320/Photo0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304712611357325410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;much love;; &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-787277791863062754?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/787277791863062754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=787277791863062754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/787277791863062754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/787277791863062754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-snuck-back-in.html' title='so I snuck back in...'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SZ4gBQN63OI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TfZmRRo9coc/s72-c/Photo0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2321094509076205963</id><published>2009-02-09T19:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:20:26.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of animal is a pooh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/9/921/O9ZX000Z/winnie-the-pooh--group-rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/9/921/O9ZX000Z/winnie-the-pooh--group-rainbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening: country music. ahaha. recent obsession, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, It's been pretty darn long since I've posted anything.  But in recent lieu of events, I've decided you know, why not?  I have a pressing question.  What kind of animal is a pooh anyways? It's Winnie the Pooh, but what's a pooh? But don't all those cute little animals look so happy?  Even sad little Eeyore is smiling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's pretty much how I feel recently. Happy and giddy and just simply fantastic.  And I learned today that there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  It's okay to smile to yourself in the hallway even if people give you slightly funny looks.  Nothing is wrong with a smile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So let's share this feeling when we get it, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found a mini pack of about 5 orange sticky notes, and wrote on them with purple marker.  I wrote things like, smile, have a fantastic day, and my favorite, the best way to spread cheer is singing loud for all to hear.  I just got home, and I ended up sticking two of those at Walgreens, and another inside a gym locker.  I felt bad if I didn't buy anything, so I bought a package of sticky notes and some sparkly winnie the pooh stickers.  So if you ever find a cute little note with a winnie the pooh sticker on a blue or pink sticky note...just know that I'm sharing a little of my happy with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just my way of brightening the day of a couple strangers, or even unsuspecting friends. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I guess I'l start getting back to this, for anyone on earth besides me who reads it.  Smile today, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much love. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2321094509076205963?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2321094509076205963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2321094509076205963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2321094509076205963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2321094509076205963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-kind-of-animal-is-pooh.html' title='what kind of animal is a pooh?'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-7583108211819016607</id><published>2008-08-14T13:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:16:40.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new obsession :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SKRzQksACYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/e9eoTmDIPxI/s1600-h/876.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SKRzQksACYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/e9eoTmDIPxI/s320/876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234435395474688386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;currently listening: a little bit longer ; jonas brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh come on. Who can resist the Jonas Brothers? I may not have an open, screaming obsession for the Jonas Brothers, but there's a lack of boy bands today, so those brothers fill my void. :] And we can't ignore hearing about the love life of Nick Jonas with Miley or Selena or whatever. And their CD just came out a few days ago. So there's a full listening party online for those who don't want to buy the CD...yet. Anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a new obsession. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PROJECT RUNWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always liked fashion and design, and always wished I could do it myself, and I'm flipping channels because all that's on is like, infomercials, and nothing good is recorded on the tiVo.  I'm like, hey, why not. This seems kinda cool. Besides, Hedi Klum talks kinda silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hewo! and welcome to pwoject wunway&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But she's way pretty.  And at first I'm like, oh that's so cool. When they make the clothes and everything, because a lot of it actually seems wearable.  Fashion shows that are all high fashion- no one can wear that stuff in real life, unless well...You're a runway model.  And I just figured out why I'm amazed. They're like 'real clothes'. Whenever someone I know tells me they made something, it's not very impressive, clean cut, or so amazing looking.  So seeing them make it, with the same supplies we all have, just sort of makes me want to make something amazing.  I love watching the construction and design from the beginning.  It's so amazing. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is going to be my first season of hardcore watching, so I'm way excited. I'm honestly going to have to make something after I get some supplies. I always pick up hobbies and drop them...Like I spent an entire week of my summer making a purse from this pair of jeans a few summers back, sewing it all by hand and everything. I never used it. Because it's not that great. But I loved it while I was making it. So yeah. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Hollerrr at cha girl. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(My faves are Kenley, Blayne, Keith and Suede)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-7583108211819016607?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/7583108211819016607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=7583108211819016607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/7583108211819016607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/7583108211819016607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-obsession.html' title='new obsession :]'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SKRzQksACYI/AAAAAAAAAF4/e9eoTmDIPxI/s72-c/876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2839626809882162701</id><published>2008-08-02T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:50.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARPED : snugglebutt. :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;currrently listening: live without living ; american diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 'American Diary' CD I bought has probably...Well, no, hands down has to be the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; CD I bought at Warped.  (&lt;a href="http://www.smartpunk.com/product.php?item_id=26026"&gt;The Brightest Colors by American Diary&lt;/a&gt;) So, I had to give away something that I had gotten earlier in the day because I didn't want to carry it around with me anymore. While heading out, I handed it off to this person, who was on a scooter, and with the President of the record label who signed him and his band.   So we're just chilling, talking, and he blows a balloon out of this, and tries to put it on his head, but it doesn't fit because he says it won't go over his hair, blah, blah, he makes hilarious jokes, and then gives me the gift of music, by handing over his &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;skull candy&lt;/span&gt; headphones over to me to listen to his band. :] He persuades me into buying it with the last 5 dollars I have with me. Literally, that's all the money I have, other than three quarters and a nickel.  But he was really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJS0RVsoq3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5MqTNXMs2yc/s1600-h/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJS0RVsoq3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5MqTNXMs2yc/s320/Photo0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230003277259123570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, he opens my CD really cool too, because I can't. He takes the Cd, and scrapes one of the edges against the ground, and BAM! It's open. So he takes out this Sharpie, and asks me about the special Tour Water I have in my bag, since only bands get tour water. :] Haha. Yaaayyy. He asks me my name, and the look on his face is seriously like,'wtf' when I spell it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJS0R-eyfFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AEKBheSUmB0/s1600-h/sc019c3950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJS0R-eyfFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AEKBheSUmB0/s320/sc019c3950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230003288206900306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;either way, he signs my CD, and then suggests I take a picture with him, and well like, they've got a CD, they're like...Famous, and the President of the record label is there, so why not. He goes,"Here's your CD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snugglebutt&lt;/span&gt;." And he gives it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm like,"Wait a second. Did you just call me..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"- Yeah. I did."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Haha. Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJS0SIURE6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4lPfI4_G-AA/s1600-h/100_2186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJS0SIURE6I/AAAAAAAAAFw/4lPfI4_G-AA/s320/100_2186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230003290847122338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Yayy. :] An amazing end, to an amazing day. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Warped Highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snugglebutt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyle Burns rapping to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Karrigan guy and his special high fives/low fives. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Cobra Starship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tour Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meeting Charlotte Sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cell phone ringing with 'Wow, I Can Get Sexual Too' by Say Anything...While I'm at the Say Anything concert and they sing that song. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3OH!3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free Booty Shorts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frantic and [streaker] stamps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snugglebutt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2839626809882162701?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2839626809882162701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2839626809882162701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2839626809882162701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2839626809882162701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/08/warped-snugglebutt.html' title='WARPED : snugglebutt. :]'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJS0RVsoq3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/5MqTNXMs2yc/s72-c/Photo0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-3046736830091935219</id><published>2008-08-02T13:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:51.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARPED : charlotte sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;currently listening: great white coma (shark mix) ; the sunstreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaa. So we felt bad that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyle Burns&lt;/span&gt; was like followed like crazy, when all he tried to do was collect &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;recycling&lt;/span&gt;.  But we had to do it. You can't just miss out on open opportunity when he's right in front of you. I'm glad I did stop him though, because when I asked him how tall he was,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; he broke out into a rap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and kept tapping my shoulders. So it's all good. Thanks Kyle. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSxL4Zq09I/AAAAAAAAAFY/G3OQpLc2fNc/s1600-h/Photo0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSxL4Zq09I/AAAAAAAAAFY/G3OQpLc2fNc/s320/Photo0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229999884960715730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below, is the super cute bassist from Charlotte Sometimes. Watching him from front row was pretty killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSxBp0jHTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OC0LM29vEAc/s1600-h/DSCN0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSxBp0jHTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OC0LM29vEAc/s320/DSCN0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229999709248232754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt so bad for this guy. Mayday Parade had such a long day. They were playing on the Hurley stage while I was outside buying my ticket. Which cost $37, by the way.  Yeah. He was sitting at his merch tent, and was like, crazy tired, it was about 7:45 when I took this picture with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSxB5AghwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UaaOHaW8iSc/s1600-h/DSCN0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSxB5AghwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/UaaOHaW8iSc/s320/DSCN0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229999713324926722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Charlotte Sometimes is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; a sweetheart. :] She was so nice. But she was texting like crazy on her &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;blackberry&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. :] She put on a great show, which I got to watch from front row.  So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSsV104HlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ujYn7kRJNeY/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSsV104HlI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ujYn7kRJNeY/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229994558510079570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here's a video of her singing '&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3x_pU9oBEk"&gt;How I Could Just Kill A Man&lt;/a&gt;' I took on my cell phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....now, I decided snugglebutt needed his own post. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-3046736830091935219?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/3046736830091935219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=3046736830091935219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3046736830091935219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3046736830091935219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/08/warped-charlotte-sometimes.html' title='WARPED : charlotte sometimes'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSxL4Zq09I/AAAAAAAAAFY/G3OQpLc2fNc/s72-c/Photo0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-8985658449825507837</id><published>2008-08-02T12:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:51.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARPED - ¡VIVA LA COBRA LINE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;currently listening: side car one; danger is my middle name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSgf6POhSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wC8uzWKkI7s/s1600-h/100_2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSgf6POhSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wC8uzWKkI7s/s320/100_2156.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229981537353499938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. So, after we catch &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Classic Crime&lt;/span&gt;'s set, we hang out by the '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;truth&lt;/span&gt;' truck.  You'd know the commercials if you see them. The ones that do these crazy things outside of tobacco companies and stuff.  I ended up with a gas mask bandana, and a pair of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink booty shorts&lt;/span&gt;.  Anyhow, I'm like,"Oh my gosh! We forgot what time the Cobra signing was! Let's go back and check what time they come!" There's about 100, maybe 150 people in line, so we go to the end, and I see this guy with a click counter, and a stamp, so I'm freaking out,"Oh my god, is this the line? Is this the line for Cobra? What's this line for? Is it for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And he just looks at me, and is shushing me,"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shut up, shut up, stop it. You're the last ones&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Last what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Last ones in line to meet Cobra Starship."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh. Okay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So no one believes us when we tell them, so these AT&amp;amp;T girls make us this sign (see above) and then ask us if we want water or anything, we're like,'Alright, sure.' And we get &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OFFICIAL 2008 WARPED TOUR WATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. In cool Monster cans. So we break dozens of hearts when we tell them the line seriously, seriously for real ended and we're not making things up. People offer us money to skip in line...But we have stamps, so that's not possible anyways.  And tons of boys with cardboard boxes with CDs and ipods, and headphones, come up and ask us if we want to listen to them, so we've got nothing else to do, why not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The picture below has got to be one of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; band people that came up to us while we were in line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSggJ6uSvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rBIPaZsMecE/s1600-h/karrigan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSggJ6uSvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/rBIPaZsMecE/s320/karrigan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229981541562469106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From a band called Karrigan.  Really nice guys, some of the best high fives I have ever received.  Haha. It doesn't hurt that this guy is cute, and not too ginormously tall for me like everyone else there. Haha. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSggQWhTXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6qgJHo7tVt8/s1600-h/DSCN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSggQWhTXI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6qgJHo7tVt8/s320/DSCN0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229981543289671026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't remember what his name is. I do remember that he's from Pittsburgh, I think.  He has friends in Milwaukee, and he was staying at the Comfort Inn on State St.? Haha. Because some of the band's friends or members, are from Milwaukee and then moved to Pitts.  He kind of looks like that guy from Blink 182. Mark Hoppus. Slightly. :] But he kept us company in our long two hour wait for Cobra Starship, which was so worth it when I got to talk to Alex Suarez and Nate about how Alex's dad married a rich white woman. :] Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....now onto Charlotte Sometimes, the Frantic stamps, more streaker stamps, Kyle Burns from FTSK, Say Anything and snugglebutt.&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/5349826616817317379-8985658449825507837?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/8985658449825507837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=8985658449825507837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8985658449825507837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8985658449825507837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/08/warped-viva-la-cobra-line.html' title='WARPED - ¡VIVA LA COBRA LINE!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSgf6POhSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wC8uzWKkI7s/s72-c/100_2156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-1899566801338793215</id><published>2008-08-02T12:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:51.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WARPED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSb3Q-0NeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KYoiChZtq9Y/s1600-h/DSCN0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSb3Q-0NeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KYoiChZtq9Y/s320/DSCN0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229976441037534690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;currently listening: how i could just kill a man ; charlotte sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. So I plan on just using this for my whole &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Warped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; experience, and the highlights of the people and the bands that I met. My upcoming music blog will zone in on some of the bands that I met, and bought music from, and the concerts I experienced first hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me just start with that picture up above.  It's me, and a member of a band called '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The Sunstreak&lt;/span&gt;'. So, we're going into what I like to call the 'tent tent', because it was one big tent, that housed all the other little merch tents.  So just walking around to scope out the scene, I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I just ignore it, because it's like, hey, it's crowded, someone just bumped into me,no biggie. But then my friend Lauren, is like,'Wait, hey!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I turn around and look, and this guy, he's got a stamp, and he waves it all innocently, so I'm like, okay, cool. Let's go check this out. I go over, and he stamps me some more, gives me some headphones, and while I'm listening to his CD, he stamps me some more again. My chest, both arms, three times on my back, twice on each thigh, once on each calf. So I end up bying a CD, and that's that for the streaker tent...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....now onto the cobra starship signing line, and all its glory!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-1899566801338793215?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/1899566801338793215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=1899566801338793215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1899566801338793215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1899566801338793215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/08/warped.html' title='WARPED!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SJSb3Q-0NeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KYoiChZtq9Y/s72-c/DSCN0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-3402293298388650581</id><published>2008-07-15T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:52.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>poor brett.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SHzu8opEIKI/AAAAAAAAADs/u_ZTGSudUDg/s1600-h/favre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SHzu8opEIKI/AAAAAAAAADs/u_ZTGSudUDg/s320/favre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223312393312149666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: the way I am ; ingrid michaelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;awwhhhh. Look at how sad he looks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sort of tired of Brett Favre 'is he retiring, is he not?!' news.  Really. We loved you, Brett. We really did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Green Bay Packers owe a lot. But you can't just go, and make us stop all #4 production, and expect to come back. What am I going to do with my jersey now? Aw, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd just like to say thank you, that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wish much luck, to Aaron Rodgers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for waiting, bud. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodless;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5349826616817317379-3402293298388650581?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/3402293298388650581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=3402293298388650581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3402293298388650581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3402293298388650581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/07/poor-brett.html' title='poor brett.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SHzu8opEIKI/AAAAAAAAADs/u_ZTGSudUDg/s72-c/favre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-3612471269205424418</id><published>2008-07-13T10:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:52.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss summerfest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: rescued ; jack's mannequin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SHohbVv6FkI/AAAAAAAAADk/j2dvS3WpbTo/s1600-h/babini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SHohbVv6FkI/AAAAAAAAADk/j2dvS3WpbTo/s320/babini.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222523471467779650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Alexis Babini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So let's start off my summerfest concert update post-Jack's Mannequin with Poor J, Alexis Babini, Ron Pope and Zach Berkman all in one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, we're surfing Summerfest all day, waiting for Ingrid and Gavin to come along, so we hear music, and it sounds pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we stop. Okay, cool. A guy with a cool drumbox thing and they're all loud and happy indie and upbeat.  So we head over to the tent, and we're like,"Hey, who are the guys playing right now?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Them? Oh, they're Poor J."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh, cool."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We don't know how much their CDs are. Ours are 2 for 20, though."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He hands me one, and it looks pretty neat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You might want to wait until you hear how we sound, though."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah, that could be a good idea."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And these guys I'm talking to, I had no idea who they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only turns out later that I was talking to Zach Berkman first, and then Ron Pope, and Ari Herstand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's free posters with this pretty cute guy on it, so we're like heeeyyy cooool. And we take one each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We make our way around a second time, and there's some cute guy up on stage singing something like,"If I had your number, I would call." I was like, dude, I'll give you my number if you wanna call. Not really. But we sit down to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm Alexis Babini, gonna take a little break and hand out some posters, sign them for you guys."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we're all running to get in line, and mine is signed 'Thuy Lan roxxxxx. -Alexis Babini"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilary got her name spelled wrong, and just 'HiLary is super."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I come back a few days later, after ditching my family at the Capri Sun Skater/Biker halfpipe. With dudes doing stuff. So I hang around my new favorite stage, the Chevy stage. And there's these guys, all cool and stuff singing, talking about giving away free JoBros tickets. So theres all these girls hanging around, and they just flock, and gather, and flock and gather....It's scary. But I don't care, because I'm listening to Ron Pope and Zach Berkman. I really wish I would have bought the CDs there.  But the one song, I can't figure out what it is, but I want to know, has a lyric like,"I don't want to go out if you're staying home." So if anyone knows, hit me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodless for now ; tweet tweet&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/5349826616817317379-3612471269205424418?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/3612471269205424418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=3612471269205424418' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3612471269205424418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/3612471269205424418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-summerfest.html' title='I miss summerfest.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SHohbVv6FkI/AAAAAAAAADk/j2dvS3WpbTo/s72-c/babini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-6091255981492264914</id><published>2008-07-09T07:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:46:03.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: traces ; alexis babini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to pop in a quick summary post before I go off in depth into my various other SummerFest experiences. So I went to a bunch days following the Jack's Mannequin concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On July 3rd, I did a run of Sing It Loud, Ingrid Michaelson, and Gavin DeGraw as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; headliners.  Inbetween, I caught parts of some Poor J, Ron Pope, Zach Berkman and Alexis Babini.  It was all so completely amazing. I'm still waiting on some pictures from my friend. I took pictures with these guys from a great band called City Riots, and I didn't learn they were from Australia until I surfed the net the next morning. Which really sucks, because I would have talked to them endlessly. Sorry guys. They were so nice, though. Then on Sunday, July 6th, I caught the last day of Summerfest, for some more Ron Pope and Zach Berkman. It was packedddd. Because, who else, the Jonas Brothers were playing at 7 at the Marcus Amphitheatre. Haha. So, I just wanted to provide a quick overview before I go off individually.  And trying to figure my new music blog, which will be...Here shortly. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I don't know you, or if I do know you, and you're reading this, just spread the word, and be sure to read if you like my ramblings, and would care to be exposed to some great new talent and my favorites, when the music blog update develops, okay? Because it's just something I really enjoy, and I wouldn't mind sharing. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And if I'm really, really, really super lucky, and some great band/singer is actually reading this nonsense, and would like to be covered in my music blog, just let me know! Getting it big for both of us, hey?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. I'd freak. Maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-6091255981492264914?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/6091255981492264914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=6091255981492264914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6091255981492264914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6091255981492264914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-hey.html' title='hey hey!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2158051934705300886</id><published>2008-06-30T07:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:52.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>typing is a saint, because I can't talk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: rescued ; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jack's mannequin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SGjWsynex-I/AAAAAAAAADc/pHFXOIsjyks/s1600-h/yayjm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SGjWsynex-I/AAAAAAAAADc/pHFXOIsjyks/s320/yayjm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217656233298675682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The best fucking gig of the entire summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fucking Summerfest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Andrew McMahon of Jack's Mannequin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well. Let's jsut say it was my first real concert, outside of American Idol. And I'm really happy that it was such a great experience as Jack's Mannequin.  So, we sat and waited for close to four hours, holding our seats, which weren't even so spectacular.  10th row, off to the left of the stage, or stage right.  No seat would have been good for me, unless it was front row, because I'm so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt;.  So, four hours of waiting, while this one local band, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Verona Grove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; played, and they were awesome. I liked them. And then after them, another local band called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Truth in Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; played, and I didn't really like them at all. And then...Jack's Mannequin at 10 pm! He came out, and played &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as the first song. It was amazing, because everyone was singing along and it was just a great overall atmosphere, because everyone was happy that he was finally playing. But break it down, and there was some tension in the stands, for instance, the people next to me, ew. These guys were saving seats, and went and found like 20 friends and a few girls to come, and it was squished and retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, everyone was singing along to the songs they knew.  He went on to talk about the new album that's going to be released late summer, early September, which we're all completely excited for.  It's titled &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'The Glass Passenger'&lt;/span&gt;, and he played two songs for us, one that he'd never performed live before, and decided to debut it at Summerfest for us. It was called 'Swim' and I found a great YouTube video from the concert, so just click &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=KVRSMQWxTBs"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you want to see it.  He also performed 'Suicide Blonde', which was sort of rock 'n roll, loud &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;speaker thumping&lt;/span&gt; stuff, but it was good. I'm just excited, and I'm sure the new record will be just as great as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everything In Transit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was also worried about what his hair would look like when he came out. It's always different. A different color, a different cut, and he's either got facial hair, or not. I was scared he had his beard, because I'm not particularly fond of it. But he was great. :] Like, moppy sort of, blondeish, and a little bit of stubble scrubble. :] Very nice. Anyhow, he also played us an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;encore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but everyone was shouting like 'encore' for him to come out, but obviously, some people in the crowd were stupid and incompetent, so we had to chant 'one more song' instead, but the encore was where he did a 'Take a Walk on the Wild Side' cover, and MFEO/You Can Breathe. Or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dark Blue&lt;/span&gt;. I don't remember. I was just so excited. Haha. But it was great, and I'm looking forward to the new CD, and tons more Jack's Mannequin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which gives me an idea. I'll start up a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;music blog&lt;/span&gt; where I cover new bands, and my favorite bands. Nice, right? That's going into the works, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2158051934705300886?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2158051934705300886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2158051934705300886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2158051934705300886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2158051934705300886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/06/typing-is-saint-because-i-cant-talk.html' title='typing is a saint, because I can&apos;t talk.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SGjWsynex-I/AAAAAAAAADc/pHFXOIsjyks/s72-c/yayjm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-9051896371545123094</id><published>2008-05-30T22:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:53.038-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so many stories;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;currently listening: the story; brandi carlile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayyy. So, we went out to Uno's for dinner. Long story short. I don't have time to expand anymore right noww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SEDBnYOOv4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NJqvTRtFz_8/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SEDBnYOOv4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NJqvTRtFz_8/s320/cookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206374051501490050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SEDBn4OOv5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2u66RjkyBWQ/s1600-h/sundae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SEDBn4OOv5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2u66RjkyBWQ/s320/sundae.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206374060091424658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SEDBn4OOv6I/AAAAAAAAADE/BMXc14leoC8/s1600-h/all+gone!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SEDBn4OOv6I/AAAAAAAAADE/BMXc14leoC8/s320/all+gone!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206374060091424674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUMMMYYY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now; tweet tweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-9051896371545123094?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/9051896371545123094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=9051896371545123094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/9051896371545123094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/9051896371545123094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-many-stories.html' title='so many stories;'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SEDBnYOOv4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/NJqvTRtFz_8/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-5556832380240638677</id><published>2008-05-24T20:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:11:37.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peace, love, the gap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/155202009_51704bf5fa.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/155202009_51704bf5fa.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;currently listening: why do you let me stay here? ; she&amp;amp;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;UGH. So I had total fun shopping with the crew today- Jacob, Stephanie, and Ben. We hit up The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cheesecake Factory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for lunch, did the 'Factory Appetizers' plate for $30, and a southwestern toastada salad for like $12, and then Jacob and Steph split a slice of turtle cheesecake, while Ben and I split a slice of white chocolate raspberry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;truffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; cheesecake.  Which led the waitress to think we were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;couples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and split the bill, one for Steph and Jacob, and then one for me and Ben.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So after that, we hit up the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gap&lt;/span&gt;, where I apparently lost my awesome &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;aviators&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I adore &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;. They either fell out of my purse, or I set them down, but either way, we went back to find them, and they're gone. We were out of the store for 7 minutes. 7 minutes. And they're gone. So I honestly think someone took them. They gave me their number, though. Let me call. Hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Awh man. I really do want to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Those were the best sunglasses I've ever had. :[ I really, honestly am really upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And then we went to play tennis. And then we played tag like little kids. And now I'm home. :[ Without my sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I drove for the first time today. It was cool, I guess. But nothing is that good anymore, since I lost my sunglasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going to go sob now. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigmikelakers/489589807/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;toodles;; tweet tweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(If you stole them, please return them. They don't look as good on you, as they do on me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-5556832380240638677?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/5556832380240638677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=5556832380240638677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/5556832380240638677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/5556832380240638677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/05/peace-love-gap.html' title='peace, love, the gap.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2840936832917661001</id><published>2008-05-18T11:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:48:14.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh whoah oh, sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SDBg2UsGEHI/AAAAAAAAACc/hd2rMtgm_2k/s1600-h/doodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SDBg2UsGEHI/AAAAAAAAACc/hd2rMtgm_2k/s320/doodie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764055995781234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: madly; tristan prettyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(yes, that's me up there. cute little baby whore. [thanks for the sleazy makeup, at my wholesome baby bop barney dance recital mommy] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, this blog is something I've really wanted to keep up with, and update. I can never hold anything for too long. Guitar, I tried to learn for about 2 months on my own. And then I was on this blog like wham, but then I either was too upset, bored, or angry to sit down and process my thoughts into words for people to stumble upon and read. But I'm going to try and keep this going for like...A long, long time, mmkays? Well, anyways. I was just downstairs helping 'poner la mesa' (my favorite spanish phrase) for lunch, and I was like, egh, not hungry. Because I already had breakfast, yeah? And then my parents were like,"OOGA BOOGA BLAH BLAH YOU HAVE TO EAT SOMETHING." So I did, and my mom was like,"You need exercise, not starving." Shut up, lady. I eat. And yeserday, we were coming home from the mall &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Where I got two totally cute dresses, a white and yellow shift dress, with cute woven tan and yellow wedges to match, and then a blue/green plaid dress with silver strands woven in, and yeah. AND aviators that don't look too outrageous on me)&lt;/span&gt; and we turned on the radio, and the first couple songs were good. And then Atreyu came on, and me and Jimmy were being all screamo and like,"RAAWWWR GRR FAALLLING DOWNN RAWWR" and my mom turns it off and was like,"That stuff gives me a headache! Thuy Lan, don't listen to that! It's for people who get&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; high&lt;/span&gt; and do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;drugs&lt;/span&gt;. If you listen to that, you're going to get crazy!" She bugs the hells out of me when she says that. And It makes me laugh even more, because I'm going through another folk/indie acoustic phase. God. And she was talking about how if I wanted to become a man, she'd &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me.  Literally. She said it's kind of okay for gay people, because they're born gay, but transvestites who feel like they need to be the opposite gender should die. She just has so many views on things that I couldn't disagree with more. I think transvestites are weird, and stuff, but I wouldn't go as far as to lining them all up and shooting them down like Hitler did with the non-Aryans.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hm. I guess this is what happens after you don't blog for a while. I'll make sure to keep it up now. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;toodles;; tweet tweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I apologize for length, I guess.)&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/5349826616817317379-2840936832917661001?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2840936832917661001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2840936832917661001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2840936832917661001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2840936832917661001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/05/currently-listening-madly-tristan.html' title='oh oh whoah oh, sky'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/SDBg2UsGEHI/AAAAAAAAACc/hd2rMtgm_2k/s72-c/doodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-1125664379736287596</id><published>2008-04-01T20:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:50:09.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>only got 4 minutes to save the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;currently listening: 4 minutes; madonna ft. justin timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you don't have the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it really makes me wonder ifffff. Haha. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuck in my head. But that wasn't the case the entire day. I had Chris Brown 'With You' repeating allll day long. So of course, I sang it. and accidentally, during first hour, really loud, behind some girl I didn't know, when I was walking with Lexi. "And the hearts all over the world tonight!...Oh my god, I'm so sorry...I feel like such a loser."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Yeah, you should." Oh, that's why I love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my day was pretty good. Wore my awesome shorts from Maurice's that I got on sale. Well, my entire outfit, INCLUDING shoes, that I assembled for under $20. I'm such a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gooood&lt;/span&gt; shopper. It was adorable. These teal/grey/white/black/gray plaid burmeudas, silver flats, and a cute scoop neck, tight bottom, loose top part silk blend teal top. :] It was like 34 degrees, but it was alright for shorts. It's Wisconsin. Did my hair in the hallway before first hour gym. My cool bobby pin &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;concoction&lt;/span&gt;. :] So good outfits make for good days. And then Spanish class was fun, pretty much. I've got a fun group for my Spanish movie video. I don't know what it is, but I'm always hanging out with guys more than ever. But I'm not really complaining yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after my pretty decent day with no homework...Oh! I fell asleep during study hall. I thought it was for the longest time, and I got so scared, but I realized it was for no more than 2 minutes. It felt so good though. Haha. Anyways. I come home from my pretty decent day, and I have to call Direct TV tech support. Because the TVs don't work. Ahahaaa. Talked to some nice guy who tried to help me out, and we came to the conclusion some repairman has to come out from the company. So one is coming on Thursday. Which totally sucks. I have so much TV I need to watch, right now. I even missed American Idol, but I listened to it on the radio, which wasn't so bad. You forget they can actually sing. But I need sleep tonight so I don't sleep in class tomorrow. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;toodles&lt;/span&gt; for now; tweet tweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-1125664379736287596?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/1125664379736287596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=1125664379736287596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1125664379736287596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1125664379736287596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-got-4-minutes-to-save-world.html' title='only got 4 minutes to save the world!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-6888688352039027503</id><published>2008-03-25T20:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:53.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>falling too deep;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R-mucHYmpbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g7eb3kT85yY/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R-mucHYmpbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g7eb3kT85yY/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181864644308280754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: better brother; madita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, a better brother is not exactly what I need right now. Maybe one that's a couple years older that can stay home alone. But what I really need is parentals who don't get mad at me so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHERE'S YOUR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCHFACE&lt;/span&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;. You've already got it onnnn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just little things too.  'When you're done with the phone put it downstairs!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Uhm, I don't keep it up here."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Well, if you forget, you know how I'm gonna get! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kick yo assss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And like. "They just told me now that I won't be home until 6:30. I didn't change the plans, it wasn't my idea."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'You can't go screw around and change your plans whenever you want! I don't have time to wait around for your shit!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'When we go on vacation you're so sick, you can't move. And when you go to movies, you're completely fine.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't control when I feel sick as eff. Hmm, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;unless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you want to turn down the bitch-o-meter a little bit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I'm pissed. Everyone is so easily ticked off at me right now, seems like. Except for Jimmy, which is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'You can't effing go around and screw up and change your plans whenever you want!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Wait, so she can't go? She can't go to the movies? She can't? You're not coming home early?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'No! Because she can't (be a bitch and be a dumbshit and change her plans whenever she likes!) change her plans whenever she wants!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So she can't go!?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Fine, I won't go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaa. but look who's still going. :] And last night, I went to get into bed around 9. And I hear the family start screaming downstairs. not really screaming. And then my name is called like 10 times. So mommy comes upstairs, and she's like turning on my lights,'Are you sleeping?!' So I pretend I am, and she goes. And then I'm like,'What?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Did you bring home the bag of wet clothes from the hotel?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Uhm, yeah, no."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Oh shit!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they're all arguing downstairs so I call the hotel, and work my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see if they have a lost and found. It's waaay late at night, and the desk chick transferred me to the lost and found, which was closed, because ummm...It's 9:45 at night? So I leave a message, and I go tell mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Well, we're screwed then. Why bother with crap like that? They won't have it. Housekeeping would just throw it away.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then this morning,'We'll just go buy new swim suits, I guess, since we don't have them anymore.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who calls an hour later?! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOST AND FOUND&lt;/span&gt;. Looks like someone's stuff was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;FOUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the lost and found. Hmmmm. I wonder why?! $15 shipping charge and we've got $200 worth of swimming suits and swim trunks UPS-ing it's way to my house. Um, yeah. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Who's good?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So please, turn down your parental crabby-hate-your-daughter-even-more-today meters&lt;/span&gt;. I know you don't like me already, but just chill for a while, kay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bitch, please. Sorry for the pissy-ness of this post. I reaaalllly had to vent. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;P.S&lt;/span&gt;! - OHHHHH. And reason for the picture. I needed a picture up? Haha. Anndd, it was taken at a 5 star haunted house, which scared the crap out of me, and I'll be scared the crap out of tomorrow when I go (yes, I'm going, even through pissiness) to see Shutter with the tall loser bestie. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-6888688352039027503?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/6888688352039027503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=6888688352039027503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6888688352039027503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/6888688352039027503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/03/falling-too-deep.html' title='falling too deep;'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R-mucHYmpbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/g7eb3kT85yY/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-4256128277365164676</id><published>2008-03-20T18:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:53.765-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take me prisoner with just one line;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R-L2JHYmpZI/AAAAAAAAABs/WKHFYYqqScI/s1600-h/ICONATOR_f627bf3cac5b8e7caf037a686ccad80d.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R-L2JHYmpZI/AAAAAAAAABs/WKHFYYqqScI/s320/ICONATOR_f627bf3cac5b8e7caf037a686ccad80d.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179973157890991506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: carolina heat; you me and everyone we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(now, it's so much love; the rocket summer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So. Just watched 'Sweet Home Alabama'. It's been recorded on my DVR forever, since I've never seen it, and I wanted to. So now, I'm going to have to add it to my list of favorite movies. It was the sweetest thing. Like, I didn't even cry in the cheesy Mel/Jake parts. I just ended up crying when Melanie saw the 'coondog cemetery' sign. I don't know why. It's something about the dogs that just hits me. But it was a really good movie. The whole movie, I was sitting there like...Hmm. Who the eff is she going to choose in the end? She can't marry the guy she's already married to...And she can't turn down extremely poufy haired McDreamy! But I'm glad she made the choice she did. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways. I'm feeling a bit better. Hacking coughs still, but it's not so bad. I'll be better soon, I'm pretty sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized that my family is so dysfunctionally crazy, and it honestly makes my head hurt. We argue. A lot. Everyone. And part of why I despise the bit of the family so much is because of jimmy. He's so spoiled, and he hits me  a lot now. And he talks back, and apparently it's okay for him to do these things. I totally give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, today was the last day of school before spring break. And we had total fun in Español. Cracked those confettie filled eggs on people's heads. :] I had so much effing confetti in my hair, and it was all in good fun. I felt like I had a food baby, though. Ate so much. I want taco dip SO badly right now, though. Love that stuff. Delicioso. Catch you later! Hacking cough is starting again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now; tweetweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-4256128277365164676?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/4256128277365164676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=4256128277365164676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4256128277365164676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4256128277365164676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/03/take-me-prisoner-with-just-one-line.html' title='take me prisoner with just one line;'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R-L2JHYmpZI/AAAAAAAAABs/WKHFYYqqScI/s72-c/ICONATOR_f627bf3cac5b8e7caf037a686ccad80d.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2011437322767328197</id><published>2008-03-19T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:59:02.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keep me way out of line; yeah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: vultures; john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sick as freaking everr. My coughs sound like I could hack up a hairball any minute. So gross. And it hurts a little. And then I keep getting the chills, but I'm like hot and sweaty at the same time. It's so crazy. And my eyes water and I have a stuffy nose, and I make weezie noises when I breathe. Get really dizzy, and lightheaded. And when I got home from school my mom was like,'You look terrible.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, gee, thanks mommy. Cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'You're sick!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uhm, golly. Have been for the past week and a half?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I should take you to the doctor.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm. I don't know. But I'm not really hungry, but every little bit I eat, it's kind of hard to keep down, and my tummy hurts and then I get all bloated. I've been drinking so much water and stuff. And not peeing? So that's a reason to get bloated, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hahaa. I just walked by my little brother's room and he's playing video games with his friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Jeez, Matthew, you suck at games!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'That's because I have a life.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oooh. Burrrn. He started a 'hott club' and asked me if I wanted to join. He's in 7th grade. Hahaaaaa. And he's friends with my little brother in 4th grade. Lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Idol is on in 9 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finished my unit vocabulary for history, and did all my geometry homework. I'm so proud of myself. I usually just save geometry for study hall, or lunch. Anyways, I'm gonna go chug some Robitussin or something. I took something else yesterday and I kept falling asleep during Idol...So let's not re-do that. It was sort of embarassing, for some odd reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now;; tweetweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2011437322767328197?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2011437322767328197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2011437322767328197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2011437322767328197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2011437322767328197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/03/keep-me-way-out-of-line-yeah.html' title='keep me way out of line; yeah.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-9148296915406818921</id><published>2008-03-16T08:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:54:34.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh; let's just see here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh17/monicasavonpics/j0422485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh17/monicasavonpics/j0422485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: little miss obsessive; ashlee simpson (ft. tom higgenson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm. It's 8:42 AM on this nice Sunday morning, and I'm in my pajamas still. Pfft, what do you expect? I'll shower after this though, don't worry. I need to work on my 'Sign of the Times' editorial for the magazine, and then meet up with our other editor to put everything together. Ugh. That'll be a blast, won't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A week in review. I don't remember a lot. So here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monday, biology test part one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday, biology test part two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday, PE test on fitness, history quiz on the cold war, english unit test, spanish quiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really proud of myself because I was finished first in every class. And I did well too. It's just an OCD thing for me. Scantrons freak my out, because if the answers line up too often, I freak and pick some answer to change it up. It's really bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday, first hour, gym, we started basketball. I was dribbling up to a layup, and this girl, throws the basketball at her partner, but instead it hits my basketball, and my thumbnail splits halfway up and it's gushing all this disgusting blood. So I go to the health room and clip off all that I can without causing excruciating pain to myself. That was a big one. It'll be around until the end of the unit too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday night, baked a cake for Pi day in Geometry. Friday night, went to see 'Kiss Me Kate', cheer on mi amigo Jacob in the pit orchestra. Had an awesome outfit Friday too. :] Haha. Curled the hair, silver/gray headband, black/off white/gray/silver cheetah print tube top under a black chiffon ruched bottom top, jeans, black peep toes. One of the nicest ones put together lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, played around with the neighbor's new puppy, baked brownies, made orange chicken, but ate pizza. And now I'm here. Dreading the work on my history magazine. Ughhhhhh. It's shower tiiimmmee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-9148296915406818921?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/9148296915406818921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=9148296915406818921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/9148296915406818921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/9148296915406818921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/03/ugh-lets-just-see-here.html' title='ugh; let&apos;s just see here.'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-4111295985825277118</id><published>2008-03-10T15:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:48:54.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>real friends, foolish friends, plastic friends or fairweather friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: sweetest girl (dollar bill) [cover] ; daniel switch [youtube]&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6bb7879079dd2d79" 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://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bb7879079dd2d79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E863DA213376F59858C4B8C307BA053BB41D902.6F20375650EC07DBF9CBBFD2566D6C84FDDE3B71%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bb7879079dd2d79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBL6y097lsaUU0WSGDowwHp5I18E&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://v13.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6bb7879079dd2d79%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331258450%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E863DA213376F59858C4B8C307BA053BB41D902.6F20375650EC07DBF9CBBFD2566D6C84FDDE3B71%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6bb7879079dd2d79%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBL6y097lsaUU0WSGDowwHp5I18E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways. We had another one of those three projection screen presentations today. We have one ever year- And this one was about 'making good decisions' aka, choosing the right friends. So yeah. That was the main joke of the day. People are tired, and sick. It was just an okay day. Daylight savings might have something to do with that. Waking up pretty much an hour earlier. Blegh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in PE, we got to wear these cool heart rate monitor things. And like, mine never workeddd. I had one that finally worked every other lap, and I never wanted to run so much in my life. I wanted it to work. And everytime it did work, I was about 162-172, so I was really proud of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I come home. And everytime I see ice on the roods, that's melted underneath, that when you step on the edge, it cracks off...I have this irrisitable urge to step on it, and kick it. so I was outside kicking and breaking the ice for a good, solid 3 minutes before I came inside. And then I felt like I couldn't wear my clothes anymore, so I ravaged for comfiness. Now I'm in athletic track pants (black with a white and red stripe down the sides), a white tank top, and a red zip up, half zipped, sleeves rolled t the elbows. And I feel cool. Like I could go run or something. Which I might even get up to do. I feel so sick, though. I have been singing 'Love is a Battlefield' all day as well. I hope I feel better soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The video up top- That was some messing around Saturday night. (also on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=m7mlIFAEouM"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) :] Girls just wanna have fun. Oh whoah, girls just wanna have fun. What more can I say? Other than love is a battlefield. Hahaa. Anyways. Maybe some more OJ, food and water can make me feel better as I sit down to edit more articles for the history magazine, and convince myself to run in my cool running outfit. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-4111295985825277118?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6bb7879079dd2d79&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/4111295985825277118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=4111295985825277118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4111295985825277118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/4111295985825277118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/03/real-friends-foolish-friends-plastic.html' title='real friends, foolish friends, plastic friends or fairweather friends?'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-1833509966040532344</id><published>2008-03-05T18:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:21:13.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>quote on quote: dynamic duo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o223/HORNEY_CH1CK3N/laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o223/HORNEY_CH1CK3N/laughing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening; slow dancing in a burning room; john mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. So, this week is going by pretty fast. It better, since last week took FOREVER to get over with. It's sort of dull, but I've found everything funny lately. Thins have just been easy. But I'm sort of hurting from fitness, doing our stuff in the weight room and lunges and crap. I didn't even know there were muscles in your butt that could actually hurt. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways. Like, Lexi and I decided we could totally carry around a video camera, or something, and condense our lives into a totally random, hilarious TV show. Like on our way to gym this morning, the hallway smelled funny. So we were like,"Ohh, zeeesh hallvay shtinks." In weird accents, and it was like, the funniest thing. And then after lunch, we walked around and to every guy we saw, we had to guess,'Boxers, or briefs?' and I was drinking water when this guy...Girl, we still don't know, walked past. I was gurgling and choking on my water. I was dying. I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys go play state tomorrow- Excited for the game! Nice coach busss. Hahaa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biology homework, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now;; tweettweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-1833509966040532344?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/1833509966040532344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=1833509966040532344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1833509966040532344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1833509966040532344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-on-quote-dynamic-duo.html' title='quote on quote: dynamic duo?'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-695888649217226921</id><published>2008-02-28T20:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:13:22.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not a lot of ocd, just a little;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh144/sydradium88/ocd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i255.photobucket.com/albums/hh144/sydradium88/ocd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: shimmy shimmy quarter turn; hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ticked&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe because Alania got voted off Idol when she clearly deserved to be there. Or because Jimmy (my little brother) just &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;peed&lt;/span&gt; in my toilet. I had an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fit, and I bleached my toilet, scrubbed my sink, sprayed down my tub, changed the toilet paper roll, lined the garbage bin, Lysol'ed the handles on everything, brushed my teeth, and washed my hands twice. I was content and happy that everything was done in speed time, and clean. And then the little shit had to go and pee in my clean toilet- With the lid and seat up, and blue cleaning solution in the toilet?! When the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; bathroom smells like bleach? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ESTUPIDO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, it's a good thing the end of the week is just a few hours away. 9:05 Thursday night, which means tomorrow is Friday and BAM. Weekend. But I've got a lot of work to do. Editing my articles for the history magazine, Biology questions, I'm pretty sure I'm babysitting tomorrow night. I really want to go shopping. Wah. Bt it will be nice to be able to sleep for a few hours longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omigawd. After school, I ate a slice of chocolate cake- Which I'm puzzled as to why we had it in out house, since we don't have food in my house. And then I had like, a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;food baby&lt;/span&gt;. I felt like how a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;preggo eggo&lt;/span&gt; must feel. But it went away, so I'm happy. And this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HelloGoodbye&lt;/span&gt; is making me happy too. I'll be okay tonight. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll catch up with you guys later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EHMAGAWSSSHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My iPod is gone, now. Did  I tell you that yet? No. I'll upload some of the memorial pictures I got for him, tomorrow. I just really need sleep tonight. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for nowww; twee-rex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-695888649217226921?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/695888649217226921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=695888649217226921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/695888649217226921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/695888649217226921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-not-lot-of-ocd-just-little.html' title='it&apos;s not a lot of ocd, just a little;'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-1794332809100028517</id><published>2008-02-21T20:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:53.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod; i love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R747CKbJpnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xJ6JU2uk2vU/s1600-h/DSCN0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R747CKbJpnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xJ6JU2uk2vU/s200/DSCN0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169634330611918450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt; days of lonely; I Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. So the song starts with,'I got the call today at 3 am.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realized that when I pressed play...Omigawd. Except I got my call at 8 PM. It still made he hurt, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys have to think I'm pathetic right now. You seriously can't cry over an iPod. But I just did. Not a lot, just a couple tears. But I guess it's okay, I'll admit. Because this iPod held more sentimental value to me than anything ever has. It's been with me since 6th grade, until two months ago, until I got rewarded with an iPod touch. Honestly, 6th grade was when I really learned what drama was. I had new best friends, and my one old best friend just didn't mesh. New friends had a surprise party for me on my birthday, my old one wasn't invited. I listened to music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My obsession with American Idol began, and he was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys all wanted to see my iPod in the morning before the bell to our lockers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I moved, my iPod helped make me feel safe when I was taking walks and trying to figure out how not to get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I moved, my iPod was cool, and got me friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My iPod took me on walks when I got mad and had to leave the house and go to the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Countless car rides, and a couple plane rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Letting me listen to songs that made me cry, happy and sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me pretend not to hear people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;iPod, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you. And when you go &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half way around the world&lt;/span&gt;, I want to you know that I took good care of you for those 4 whole years because I never thought you would go. (Okay you guys, stop laughing now.) You were my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestest &lt;/span&gt;friend, my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back up&lt;/span&gt;. You never froze up on me (except that one time in 6th grade, but when you froze you let me meet John Opgenorth), and you always had the music to make me happy, or match my mood, feed my music obsession, or carry around songs to make my friends laugh. I wish you well, and hope for the best. :] Bestissss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles; tweet tweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(hilary: we bond with ipods- music says things normal speech can't. and the ipods the conveyor of such feelings.)&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/5349826616817317379-1794332809100028517?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/1794332809100028517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=1794332809100028517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1794332809100028517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1794332809100028517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/ipod-i-love-you.html' title='ipod; i love you'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R747CKbJpnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xJ6JU2uk2vU/s72-c/DSCN0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-8634830510142026243</id><published>2008-02-20T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:03:45.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>look at my face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening: rockstar; hannah montana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. So here's a link to my other &lt;a href="http://idoltimewhoah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Just for American Idol. It's too much to add to this poor blog, so if you want your very insightful Idol dosage, hit up the other blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways. Tons of tests to study for, which I'm totally...Not doing right now, as you can tell. I'm really, really trying to study history though. I finished doing vocab and Hamlet for English. Geometry...How do you study for problems you've never seen before? So history it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But American Idol is on in...6 minutes and 1 hour. Waah. Girls. Girls tonight. Anyways, so I come home, right? And like mom has been telling me for like 2 weeks,'Oh, let your hair grow out, it's nice long.' Ever since I cut it short before school. And it wasn't even that short. It was EFFING AWESOME. Angular bob, dude. Short in the back, longer in the front? I loved itt. But now I'm getting my hair cut el sabado before turnabout, probably. If things hold up. So anyways, here's the story. I get the phone number for our hair place, and she's like,"Where are you going now? What are your plans before the dance?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Well, my turnabout date told me he's having a party at his place, so we're going there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why didn't you tell me this?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He just told me today!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You said you were going to that girl's house!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I was!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You never tell me things! You think you can just decide things yourself! I could tell you can't go right now, if I wanted to!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Uhmm..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If  I never asked you, you would have never told me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I came down here to tell you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You never tell me your plans!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He just told me today, I swear!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You lie!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the worst feeling when people think you lie, when you're actually telling the truth. Seriously. So she left for work without saying goodbye to me. Honestly? Fine. This is probably the source of why I've been crabby and mean the past couple weeks. Ugh. Time to go watch '&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PKnloiM-0Ns"&gt;Crazy Asian Mother&lt;/a&gt;', to cheer me up and remind me it's just part of the package. Why can't I get a new one? Waaahhhhhh. I need to study now. dslfkjsdklfjlksdjg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-8634830510142026243?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/8634830510142026243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=8634830510142026243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8634830510142026243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8634830510142026243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/look-at-my-face.html' title='look at my face!'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-8613159682969548136</id><published>2008-02-18T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T11:08:05.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hollywood's not america;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;currently listening; hollywood's not america by ferras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy president's day to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No school today. Wow, my hair smells delicious. It's still all wet. Well, makes sense since I only put on a shirt 2 minutes ago. I've had my pants on for like 10 minutes, though. It's my morning thing. I'll explain soon. Actually, you know what? I'll explain now. You can learn my OCD morning routine, and understand when I'm trying to tell you what I did in the morning. Here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to wake up at 5:35 AM, but I do something new with my hair now, so it's 5:25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Cell phone alarm goes off at 5:25, 45 seconds before my regular alarm clock at 5:25.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Get into the shower- In the shower, it's shampoo, rinse, bodywash, rinse, face wash, rinse, start brushing bottom rows of teeth, conditioner goes in, top row of teeth, partial conditioner rinse, front and backsides of teeth brushed, rinse mouth, rinse conditioner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Back to the room around 5:35-5:40ish.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Sit in towel, check celebrity gossip while air drying off. Slick back hair with fine-toothed comb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Dry the ears, then put on underwear. (Matching color scheme of outfit- planned night before.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Run fingers through hair to break up water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. By 6, pants have to be on. When pants are on, towel is now over the shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8.  Hair run-through again. (repeat with 2 minute break between)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. Bra is on before 6:05&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Quick blow-dry in the bathroom, just to rid excess water, not dry completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. Have until 6:15 to style hair. (When curling, have until 6:20-6:25)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12.  Have until 6:25 for mascara and eyeliner, chapstick, then outfit coordinated lipgloss over chapstick. Possibly contacts. Moisturize if needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13.  Wake up mom to say goodbye no later than 6:32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;14. Must be downstairs by 6:35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15. Possibly breakfast, but out for the bus by 6:39.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bus comes at 6:42. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there it is, if you've ever wondered. Anyways. No school today, so of course, we've got to do school work. Egh. Finished my Hamlet paper, so now I should burn my Hamlet video journal to DVD. I want to go shopping. :[ Boo hoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH! I've been playing games on my iPod nonstop since my uncle found the password for out wi-fi in our house. :] Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snoowwwwing, again. I'm really, really bored. I had really, really good pizza last night. And breadsticks. Papa John's BBQ chicken pizza, and garlic parmesean breadsticks. Delicioso. I feel like such a fatty, but trying on my turnabout dress made me feel less fatty. Except the dress makes it look like I have major ass. Which I kind of don't have so I guess it's good. But also sort of bad. But turnabout is in 5 days, so all I've got to do is stop eating the extra snacks after school, and I should be set. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tooodless for now;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(talked to kaiiits on the phone again last night. 2 minutes and 40 seconds.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-8613159682969548136?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/8613159682969548136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=8613159682969548136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8613159682969548136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8613159682969548136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/hollywoods-not-america.html' title='hollywood&apos;s not america;;'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-8327622683440957442</id><published>2008-02-14T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:44:54.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone is dancing in the moonlightt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R7S3yqbJpjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QqHkEFBRwXQ/s1600-h/DSCN0293_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R7S3yqbJpjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QqHkEFBRwXQ/s200/DSCN0293_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166956753510311474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e390/h2o5/valentine8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e390/h2o5/valentine8.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently listening: All That Matters; Addison Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free single of the week on iTunes, you guys. Hit it up before next tuesday. Pretty good- And it's the discovery download, second box from the bottom of the iTunes store homepage. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, Happy Valentines day! I got delivered flowers this morning during first period- Gym class of all classes. Flowers from the besties. Flowers up top are the ones I got this morningg. Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now listening to Dancing in the Moonlight; Toploader (2001 remix)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Valentines day was good. Looked good, good mood, good hair, good chocolate, good weather. It's snowing right now. Again. I love it. This cute kid I know, was in front of my in the snack line, and I wanted cookies because there was a special deal today- 2 for a dollar, to share with your lover or whateverr. Haha. And I was kidding, and asked if he wanted to buy me some and he did. Made the day ten times better. Bought my buddy his Turnabout tickett.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Came home, and started talking to Kaitlyn, which made my day even better. And it's not even over yet. Maybe something else good will happen tonight. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, just wanted to post that pretty picture of my flowers, pretty much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;English class' Hamlet comparison essay call my name. Egh. Franco Zeffirelli is messed upp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for noww;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-8327622683440957442?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/8327622683440957442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=8327622683440957442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8327622683440957442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/8327622683440957442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/currently-listening-all-that-matters.html' title='everyone is dancing in the moonlightt;'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/R7S3yqbJpjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/QqHkEFBRwXQ/s72-c/DSCN0293_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-1843790402763602787</id><published>2008-02-13T17:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:54:16.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo likee, life has been real goood to me lately :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://googlx.com/rickey-blog/images/2008/01/david-archuleta-2008-01-18-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://googlx.com/rickey-blog/images/2008/01/david-archuleta-2008-01-18-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Currently Listening to: More Bounce in California by Soul Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okayy, so it's like 5:56 PM right now. Which totally means that American Idol is on in 1 hour and 4 minutes. Yaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's such a cutie pie, like, it's insane. I wanna marry that kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(So does Kaitlyn, but we'll see.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Kaitlyn, I totally spazzed, and called herrr. Spoke for 1 minute and 53 seconds. Haha. I've used none of my rollover minutes this month, none of my anytime minutes, but been good and used free unlimited minutes and unlimited nights and weekends. Go (AT&amp;T; formerly known as) Cingular! Hahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So easy talking to you, Kaitlyn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways. David. Yes, he was on star search when he was like, 12. He was a cutie pie then. But even more so now. :] Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was the one who auditioned in San Diego, and who also had a vocal paralysis. But he totallly does not sound like it. Ahhhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, American Idol has been good. We're finally done with auditions, which you get sick of after a long time, I have to admit. So tonight we go down to the top 12 girls, and top 12 boys, making up our top 24! This means I finally get to use my uncanny ability to vote for my favorites like a madwoman. 1866436570_! YESSS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got my favorites. They always seems to be guys, ever since I saw Ace Young two seasons ago. It was Ace and Chris, then next season, Nick Pedro (Vote for Pedro!) Blake and Chris, and this season, I'm totally rooting for some guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's predict and see if my faves get through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. David Archuleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Drew Poppelrieter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. Chicke Eze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Kyle Ensley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has been good, seriously? Good hair, having fun during class, I rediscovered Ranch dressing, old clothes dragged out to look like I never wore them before, uhm...Getting better at volleyball. Constantly visiting my 'Boy Band Bonanza' and 'Britney Spears' playlists. Just puts me in a good mood, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby can't you see, I'm calling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A guy like you, should wear a warning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that good stuff. Let's hope for the best for her too. Love ya Britney. But I won't go posting any 'leave Britney alone' videos, so don't wait for that. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha. Well, geometry calls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;toodles for now;; tweeetweeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-1843790402763602787?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/1843790402763602787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=1843790402763602787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1843790402763602787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/1843790402763602787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/sooo-likee-life-has-been-real-goood-to.html' title='sooo likee, life has been real goood to me lately :]'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-5584429822755355760</id><published>2008-02-10T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T09:10:00.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>music spotlight numero uno:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I've decided to share my music with you. You know, the stuff that no one else listens to? So when all these people get big, you just tell people Thuy Lan (for those who don't know, it's pronounced twee-lan, with a short a. like mulan. :]) introduced you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's focus our attention a new artist this week, who's very friendly with his guitar, and incredibly writes all his own music. Which to me, is like, unbelievable. Because the lyrics are just...Heartfelt. Anyways, who is this, you ask? This is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jimmy Robbins&lt;/span&gt;, also formerly known as being called Too Sorry For Apologies. Jimmy was recently signed onto Motown Records, which is like, a super legendary record label. Part of the Universal Records group, so we're talking big deal here. Others signed to Motown include Elton John, Brian McKnight, and Amy Winehouse and other newcomers like Colbie Caillat, and Jack Johnson. Back to Jimmy.  I first discovered him as Too Sorry For Apologies while surfing PureVolume maybe a year or so back. First, I was drawn to the cute smile which made me click 'play' for on a song that has now become one of my favorites. 'Breathe Again', it's called. So for days on days, I played his entire list of songs over, and over again, until I moved over to set my sights on someone else since he wasn't released on iTunes, and I didn't have the means to order his EP from him online. Soon enough, I revisited him on iTunes, with his TSFA EP, and bought that. Days on days again, until I found someone else to occupy my time.  And recently again, I found his YouTube channel, where he does little updates, and plays one of his songs for us all to admire and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so now let's get into the music. The voice- to some people, he might sound a bit nasal, but keep listening to him, and it really grows on you. But the more you listen, the more it just seems to fit with the lyrics. You watch his videos, and you just feel like you want him to do so well. He seems like he would be the bomb to chill with, really fun, nice. And who doesn't want a cool musician friend? But with the videos, you know he's got some major talent. Just himself and his guitar, it's a one man show that could put someone like Hannah Montana to shame. Yeah, hun. Little girls love you and all, but can we sit and play our own music and sing it at the same time? It's just there, and open, and you don't have much to complain about because it's all there right in front of you. And if playing in your living room like that sounds like it could be a final track on a CD, you've got something really good going for you. And now, the lyrics. It might be shallow of me to think so, but I just can't wrap my head around knowing at one boy wrote all these lyrics. Like, all I can say, is why can't I be the one he's writing about? Things like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I wanna be everything to you, Giving all my love to you as proof. I wanna be everything and turning our world into something.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'I accept you're a wreck; I see beauty in it.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Girl you're a wreck and you must be confused. Cause we both know the ground is no place for you; angels fly.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, doesn't that just make you 'awwww', girls? Seriously. I hope for the best of luck to this guy, and I'll be in line to buy the album. Check out his &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/jimmyrobbins"&gt;PureVolume&lt;/a&gt;, watch his &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/jimmyrobbins"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; videos, add him on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jimmyrobbins"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tooodles for now;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-5584429822755355760?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/5584429822755355760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=5584429822755355760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/5584429822755355760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/5584429822755355760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/music-spotlight-numero-uno.html' title='music spotlight numero uno:'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2771152213834848203</id><published>2008-02-09T14:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:02:31.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one thing that bugs me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay. So, here I am. Just got back from the mall, buying &lt;a href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o302/LIKKEOHxHELLO/shoes2.jpg"&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt; for my &lt;a href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o302/LIKKEOHxHELLO/dress.jpg"&gt;Turnabout Dress&lt;/a&gt;.  (Click on the words to see pictures of each.)  Anyways, I got shoes to match my dress, and boy, was it work. I knew I wanted red. So red I got. :] I had to try three stores, to finally settle on a pair of them. Thank you Kenneth Cole. And while I was there for shoes, we also ended up snagging a homecoming dress, so we're all prepared for a long while. But that's enough day-to-day-blah update for now, don't you think? Well, mostly because I don't want to get into details about how excited I am. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, the thing that bugs me. Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So far, you know that I'm a music junkie, and I'm finding new bands and singers all the time.  I like to have music none of my friends listen to, just because I can be the one introducing them to it.  And most of the time I have it, just because I like it.  But we all know most music people listen to now is just mainstream radio crap, and while some of it is good, most of it is just money music with no originality, and it's all the same.  So I step further past the line into finding my own music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I find bands, or singers. Let's use Kate Nash, for this example.  I was surfing youtube randomly one day, and found a music video for her song &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uhC4E055OsY"&gt;'Foundations'&lt;/a&gt; and immediately was addicted.  Only problem was that I couldn't buy her song in the US iTunes music store yet. So on a search I went, and finally found a download online.  Seven months later, I'm shopping in American Eagle, and I hear two girls talking about the song that's playing in the store, which just so happens to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; song. "Oh my gosh, I love herr!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What's her name?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't know...I think she was on American Idol."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that was enough to get me rolling. I was mad. You can't say you love her, if you don't know her name. You can't say that she was on American Idol, because she sings with a crisp English accent. Third, don't talk about American Idol within earshot of me, unless you know just what you're talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that isn't the first time it's happened either. We'll just make a short list here. Paramore, Cartel, The Maine, Mayday Parade, Panic! At The Disco, and Cobra Starship. Just to name a few. I'm thinking I really want credit for listening to these bands from the time they're unsigned, just having rough demos up on PureVolume, until the time where they're played on the radio and guest starring on TRL. If there's a job like this, someone let me know, please. :] So I can prepare myself for what seems like the best job ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tooodless for now;; tweet tweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2771152213834848203?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2771152213834848203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2771152213834848203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2771152213834848203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2771152213834848203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-thing-that-bugs-me.html' title='one thing that bugs me?'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349826616817317379.post-2005802830952120527</id><published>2008-02-08T16:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T22:57:07.412-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna know me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I think there are things you should know about me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ask any one of my friends, or anyone that has talked to me (in a good mood), and I'm pretty sure they would tell you things like how random I am, how loud I am, or how annoying I can get at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if you ask me, I'll tell you so many different things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get talk a lot. But that's if I'm okay with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a little OCD sometimes. My morning routine? That's a whole 'nother blog post. :] I color coordinate everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get excited, and when I get excited, I talk fast, and a lot. And my voice gets all high and squeaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get excited about American Idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really, really wish I could sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm up for a dare, as long as I think it would be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't dance, but I do anyways. And singing- I can't sing for crap, but I do that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a HUGE music freak, listening to everything from Britney Spears to Kate Nash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my iPod, more than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like walks when I need to get away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My choice of exercise is hardcore jump rope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I choose Macs over PCs anyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've vowed to never dye my hair, unless there is an amazing reason to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like polka dots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to coordinate outfits. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like sweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really outgoing, or so I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't get nervous over a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm easy to forgive, if you're open to apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a little brother, who's really, really annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I listen to music 24/7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I chew gum a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wear contacts, and now more often my glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I speak three languages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really short. You wanna know how short? Like five feet tall, shot. Yeah. I know, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I draw a lot of pictures with my crayons, even though I can't draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could keep going on like this forever, but I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, that's a good introduction, I think. It's time to go chill somewhere cool with some cool people on this Friday night, where I'm in this incredibly amazing mood, like, you don't even know.  I think there's more to come very, very soon. In the meantime, why don't you watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aDYWM_NNgJM"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tooodles for now;; tweet tweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5349826616817317379-2005802830952120527?l=thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/feeds/2005802830952120527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5349826616817317379&amp;postID=2005802830952120527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2005802830952120527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5349826616817317379/posts/default/2005802830952120527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatsrealgooood.blogspot.com/2008/02/wanna-know-me.html' title='Wanna know me?'/><author><name>Thuy Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16805408847567368900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t7rNeeGy5T4/Snzlve6Lc9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/32Ry_VYvwlM/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
