<?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-486890496431066036</id><updated>2012-01-23T19:53:15.030-08:00</updated><category term='truth'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='the fifth element'/><category term='hello'/><category term='christina ricci'/><category term='i'/><category term='jody pham'/><title type='text'>quitecheeky</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>719</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2658208379861601286</id><published>2012-01-23T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T18:46:35.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to see you again, love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/m23bd.png" /&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:130%;"&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-size:130%;"&gt;How were your holidays? I hope they were wonderful, and I hope everyone's 2012 brings them success, joy, happiness, and love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&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-size:130%;"&gt;I found this amazing balloon company based out of LA that delivers HUGE, beautiful balloons for special occasions. Here's a little advert for their Valentine's Day special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&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-size:130%;"&gt;If anyone wants to send me one, you can always message me and ask for my address! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&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-size:130%;"&gt;Just kidding. (Not really.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&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-size:130%;"&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-size:130%;"&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-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thecollectioneventstudio.com/storage/GeronimoBalloons6.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1311701853223" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34889840?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="600" height="400" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34889840"&gt;Geronimo Balloons Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user3491899"&gt;hak lonh&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2658208379861601286?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2658208379861601286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2658208379861601286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2658208379861601286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2658208379861601286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-to-see-you-again-love_23.html' title='Good to see you again, love.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/m23bd_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7496852028629560395</id><published>2011-12-17T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:02:39.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go all the way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise,  don’t even try. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and  maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days.  It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could  mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test  of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do  it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than  anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way.  There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods,  and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to  perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Bukowski &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7496852028629560395?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7496852028629560395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7496852028629560395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7496852028629560395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7496852028629560395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/go-all-way.html' title='go all the way.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8916872873492209362</id><published>2011-12-13T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T19:23:26.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carey, Carey Quite Contrary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14149648578/1/tumblr_lw48znKjIZ1qzoaqi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14152741732/1/tumblr_lw48z1GYsv1qzoaqi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14166772953/1/tumblr_lw48xemxVg1qzoaqi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14175297547/1/tumblr_lw48wlpAbd1qzoaqi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14195704701/1/tumblr_lw48w4kdgq1qzoaqi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carey Mulligan in W Magazine clothed oozes more sexual energy than Lindsey Lohan could attempt in a hundred Playboy spreads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-8916872873492209362?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8916872873492209362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8916872873492209362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8916872873492209362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8916872873492209362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/carey-carey-quite-contrary.html' title='Carey, Carey Quite Contrary.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8285465593139143219</id><published>2011-12-11T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:47:03.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://latenightfashion.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.tumblr.com/photo/1280/14090769558/1/tumblr_lvkcysavTM1qh7a1t" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There must be ghosts all over the world. They must   be as countless as the grains of the sands, it seems to me. And we are   so miserably afraid of the light, all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Henrik Ibsen, Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lw14xkJsfo1qaoe1oo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my  case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit,  stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no  rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you  make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope  you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a  different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you  find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over  again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bumbarrels/5274064963/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvp0iikIwY1r7tldpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your heart and my heart&lt;br /&gt;are very, very old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;Hafiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lipstickbulletz.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt0teyqshi1r4fajmo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In life to handle yourself, use your head, but to handle others, use your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”                                                   &lt;br /&gt;Swami Chinmayananda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfotolog.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lulsmkWC1W1qc9zfzo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through  frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a  rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A  new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing  dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about…like that ashen, fantastic  figure gliding towards him through the amorphous trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”                                                        &lt;br /&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7895908@N06/6336724700/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lul7ipJdax1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it,  but I didn’t - not really. I knew the smudgeness of it. The  pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t  realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a  rather luxurios idea; because it’s the halves that have you in half.  Didn’t know, don’t know, about the in between bits. The gory bits of  you, and gory bits of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;Like Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caitlinquiet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 692px;" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6055/6324364612_aaa481936f_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to overcome your doubt. Believe you are  beautiful. Look at yourself through someone else’s green eyes. Believe  someone out there will find you and kiss your skin until you feel it  blister with heat. Believe in something bigger than your problems and  you will be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”                                                         &lt;br /&gt;Max Bemis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltr0plXGdJ1qftqs4o1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays and a joyous 2012 to you and your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hOLjMuu_ZEQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-8285465593139143219?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8285465593139143219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8285465593139143219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8285465593139143219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8285465593139143219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/ill-be-home-for-christmas-if-only-in-my.html' title='I&apos;ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hOLjMuu_ZEQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5575888183161226761</id><published>2011-12-11T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:21:21.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it by mistake or design that I feel so alone every Friday night?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvthcg4gji1qzguyto1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Born to Die, live at the Chateau Marmont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d3LELrkrfS8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/486890496431066036-5575888183161226761?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5575888183161226761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5575888183161226761&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5575888183161226761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5575888183161226761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-it-by-mistake-or-design-that-i-feel.html' title='Is it by mistake or design that I feel so alone every Friday night?'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/d3LELrkrfS8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-4317887109942829287</id><published>2011-11-20T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:37:34.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some snaps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/av4q5t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/4kwx93.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/34q4t9z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/1s0dj6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/xcjbjp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/x3zcxh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2cn7gw1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1zojfc7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;via my instagram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-4317887109942829287?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4317887109942829287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=4317887109942829287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4317887109942829287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4317887109942829287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-some-snaps.html' title='just some snaps.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/av4q5t_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7475110716973007067</id><published>2011-11-17T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T00:48:43.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat eye magic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32063586?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/32063586"&gt;How to Be a Girl: Cat Eyes By Magic!&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6159754"&gt;The Hairpin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&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/486890496431066036-7475110716973007067?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7475110716973007067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7475110716973007067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7475110716973007067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7475110716973007067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/cat-eye-magic.html' title='cat eye magic.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3510098816078731752</id><published>2011-11-14T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:23:54.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret train beneath the waldorf-astoria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm a sucker for secrets, buried-treasures, and conspiracy theories of all kinds...so, when I read this via my morning article-perusing, I felt it was too interesting not to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, explorers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gothamist.com/upload/2011/11/18FDR1111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gothamist.com/upload/2011/11/20FDR1111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over the weekend we had a chance to visit the long-abandoned  Waldorf-Astoria train platform, which allowed VIPs to enter the hotel in  a more private manner—most famously it was used by Franklin D.  Roosevelt, possibly to hide the fact that he was in a wheelchair  suffering from polio. The mysterious track, known as Track 61, still  houses the train car and private elevator, which were both large enough  for FDR's armor-plated Pierce Arrow car. Legend has it that the car  would drive off the train, onto the platform and straight into the  elevator, which would lead to the hotel's garage. &lt;a href="http://trainjotting.com/2007/02/27/ask-engine-bob-the-secret-platform/"&gt;Trainjotting&lt;/a&gt;  has some more history regarding the platform, known as Track 61, and  notes that the quest for it "has become a holy grail for many urban  explorers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some fun facts regarding the timeline of the tracks: It was first  used by General Pershing in 1938, and less than 30 years after that, in  1965, it was the venue for a party thrown by Andy Warhol (fittingly  called The Underground Party). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This space will likely never be open to the public... unless you're a squatter—"&lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/%7Ebrennan/abandoned/gct61.html"&gt;by 1978&lt;/a&gt;,  the platform was known as one of the many places in Grand Central  Terminal where squatters lived." However, current construction on the  new LIRR extension has probably taken care of that (though despite the  construction, MTA spokesperson Dan Brucker tells us the train car will  remain).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Photos &amp;amp; article by &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://gothamist.com/2011/11/07/photos.php#photo-1"&gt;The Gothamist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/486890496431066036-3510098816078731752?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3510098816078731752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3510098816078731752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3510098816078731752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3510098816078731752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/secret-train-beneath-waldorf-astoria.html' title='the secret train beneath the waldorf-astoria.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2781392301290884647</id><published>2011-11-14T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:18:55.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good radiation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nasa.gov/images/content/602512main_30doradus_665.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tarantula Nebula (also known as 30 Doradus) has 2,400 stars in it's huge center, and produces multi-million degree gas and radiation unlike humankind has ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's beautiful, and things like this seem to put things into perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, the Tarantula Nebula is expanding and scientists are trying to figure out what is causing the massive growth. I'm just glad it's pretty, to be honest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and your ever-expanding, infinite body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Image courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/chandra/multimedia/tarantula_nebula.html"&gt;NASA&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-2781392301290884647?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2781392301290884647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2781392301290884647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2781392301290884647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2781392301290884647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/good-radiation.html' title='good radiation.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7248847872039631898</id><published>2011-11-14T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:20:28.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new marilyn. elle uk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/0e8pg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/C1Q4E.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/SU2aL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/C8495.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/HYW7t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/TvwW7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.imgur.com/Do4Za.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-7248847872039631898?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7248847872039631898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7248847872039631898&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7248847872039631898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7248847872039631898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-marilyn-elle-uk.html' title='the new marilyn. elle uk.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5678376142240677673</id><published>2011-11-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:11:32.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hear you like the bad girls honey, is that true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 570px; height: 721px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu3xbcebc01qgt414o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flushthefashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/lana_del_ray1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 567px; height: 567px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/69679856/Lana+Del+Rey+ldr19.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO1OV5B_JDw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HO1OV5B_JDw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lana del Rey is kind of my new obsession. She's the perfect mix of vintage and contemporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-5678376142240677673?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5678376142240677673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5678376142240677673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5678376142240677673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5678376142240677673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-hear-you-like-bad-girls-honey-is-that.html' title='i hear you like the bad girls honey, is that true?'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8537715237651938969</id><published>2011-11-03T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:39:51.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bubbles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-miNB7xgC4k0/TqwZv6vKxsI/AAAAAAAAN5M/3PKkHuryszU/s800/tumblr_lt7qceHuZU1qgiw5to1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;With the stressful holidays approaching, sometimes I just wish that I could take a 48 or 72 hour bath. I wouldn't even mind the pruned fingertips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-8537715237651938969?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8537715237651938969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8537715237651938969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8537715237651938969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8537715237651938969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/bubbles.html' title='bubbles.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-miNB7xgC4k0/TqwZv6vKxsI/AAAAAAAAN5M/3PKkHuryszU/s72-c/tumblr_lt7qceHuZU1qgiw5to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6316038763205781525</id><published>2011-10-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:34:43.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mindy wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Excerpt by The Office's Mindy Kaling on Why You Need a Man, Not a Boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltl3mgqSfm1qczgbjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Men know what they want. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a  mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding  water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men make reservations. Men go  in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re  thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by  anyone else before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Point: Men know what they want and that is scary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What I was used to was boys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing  way. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to  cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life and move to Brooklyn for a  gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do  have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival.  Boys can talk for hours with you in a diner at three in the morning  because they don’t have regular work hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But men aren’t afraid of commitment. I’m not talking about commitment  to romantic relationships. I’m talking about commitment to  things—houses, jobs, neighbourhoods. Paying a mortgage. When men hear  women want a commitment, they think it means commitment to a romantic  relationship, but that’s not it. It’s a commitment to not floating  around anymore. I want a guy who is entrenched in his own life.  Entrenched is awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I’m into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a  schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, picture-hanging man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I’m giving you this bit of wisdom: A fun thing to try is dating men.  It’ll be like freshly ground peanut butter, times a million.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Her new book is out November 1st. I love Miss Kaling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ltpozvkoeZ1qan1wjo1_500.jpg" /&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/486890496431066036-6316038763205781525?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6316038763205781525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6316038763205781525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6316038763205781525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6316038763205781525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/mindy-wisdom.html' title='mindy wisdom.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7338990912244309349</id><published>2011-10-26T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:32:16.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody scream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/34gws1u.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 790px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2wco0ls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Some fun Halloween links...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 29px; height: 36px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/io217a.jpg" /&gt;Instead of getting mushy carving those pumpkins, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://plainfancyliving.blogspot.com/2011/09/painted-pumpkins.html"&gt;why not paint them pretty&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 32px; height: 38px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/io217a.jpg" /&gt;A &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://puertabella.blogspot.com/2011/08/candy-corn-milkshake.html"&gt;candy corn milkshake&lt;/a&gt;. No, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 32px; height: 40px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/io217a.jpg" /&gt;Beautiful vintage (and modern!) &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.pinuplifestyle.com/forum/topics/halloween-pinups"&gt;Halloween pin-up photos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 32px; height: 40px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/io217a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/pixiwoo"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; pixiwoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MasqueradeMakeup"&gt;Aria&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/NikkieTutorials"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nikki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;do all of my favorite Halloween makeup tutorials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 32px; height: 40px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/io217a.jpg" /&gt;Some creepy info about the &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.amityvillefaq.com/truth/lutzinterview1.html"&gt;Amityville Horror house&lt;/a&gt;. Always been interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 32px; height: 40px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/io217a.jpg" /&gt;   &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.shocktillyoudrop.com/news/topnews.php?id=21593"&gt;Top 13 Horror Movies for Halloween&lt;/a&gt;. Glad to see all the classics are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 32px; height: 39px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/io217a.jpg/%3E%0AThe%20coolest%20%3Ca%20href=" com="" lanow="" 2011="" 10="" /&gt;The coolest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2011/10/crazy-halloween-light-show-in-riverside-goes-viral-on-youtube.html"&gt;Halloween-themed light show&lt;/a&gt; I've ever seen, all of the videos are amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 431px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/9M3gEaTuv39A0lZRI85iyOrZXFQT0WWFHIR*ikcR9xoY5pUplTxO39UCVXHuJSIrTA2B55cH1Z9azOVhGDe6BDGw8-xNYYfF/bettygrablehw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-7338990912244309349?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7338990912244309349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7338990912244309349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7338990912244309349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7338990912244309349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/everybody-scream.html' title='everybody scream.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/34gws1u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2436180402288602527</id><published>2011-10-12T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:40:01.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SYNDROMES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="480" width="853"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9JrcpqEksQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U9JrcpqEksQ?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="480" width="853"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dir: Kristoffer Borgli / Norway / 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A young girl with  mysterious talents finds herself unwillingly entwined in an elite  underworld that only the ailing wealthy are ever aware of, in this short  film for the release of the new  album, Syndromes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FACBOOK:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://www.facebook.com/thegoldenfilter" target="_blank" title="http://www.facebook.com/thegoldenfilter" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr" class="yt-uix-redirect-link"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/thegoldenfilter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;TWITTER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://twitter.com/#%21/thegoldenfilter" target="_blank" title="http://twitter.com/#!/thegoldenfilter" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr" class="yt-uix-redirect-link"&gt;http://twitter.com/#!/thegoldenfilter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YOUTUBE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://www.youtube.com/thegoldenfilter" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/thegoldenfilter" rel="nofollow" dir="ltr" class="yt-uix-redirect-link"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/thegoldenfilter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2436180402288602527?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2436180402288602527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2436180402288602527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2436180402288602527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2436180402288602527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/syndromes.html' title='SYNDROMES.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-4663250052653963118</id><published>2011-10-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T22:56:11.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>witchy woman put a spell on you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/syddd/5205958038/in/faves-lostbytrees/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsvvh8Blt01qagc95o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You want the truth, of course. You want me to put  two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the  truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals  the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;-The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daniellesuzanne/6220395532/in/faves-cherisse_/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsvvijwAnH1qzsw4qo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ordinarily, a person leaving a courtroom with a  conviction behind him would wear a somber face. But I left with a smile.  I knew that I was a convicted criminal, but I was proud of my crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                            &lt;br /&gt;-Martin Luther King, Jr. March 22, 1956&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecherryblossomgirl.com/page/2/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsvugpRAtM1qzbdiao1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An entire sea of water can’t sink a ship unless it  gets inside the ship. Similarly, the negativity of the world can’t put  you down unless you allow it to get inside you.&lt;br /&gt;-Goi Nasu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinescreations/398886196/in/faves-ghostlyhearts/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lepgl9we8f1qb1mflo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I find I am constantly being encouraged to pluck  out some one aspect of myself and present this as the meaningful whole,  eclipsing or denying the other parts of self.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                             &lt;br /&gt;-Audre Lorde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thegardenpixie.com/post/11272273105/pink-hair-and-flowers"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsus4rMncV1qbs5epo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Edward E. Cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lstb4q6oAt1qzl7pko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like  acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s  heart and dissolve it.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                             &lt;br /&gt;-Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsvzugjmgP1qzfucto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they  were going to be dead by midnight. Extend them all the care, kindness  and understanding you can muster. Your life will never be the same  again.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Og Mandino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqipiqkzlJ1qgxo7fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            “&lt;span class="quote"&gt;There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                             &lt;br /&gt;-Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/49815975@N04/4850623438"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsvw1wHbFg1qzviiro1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if  one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors  to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success  unexpected in common hours."&lt;br /&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/morozgrafix/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr3xy2jXgr1qjeqduo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            “&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You  must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is like an ocean; if a few  drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                             &lt;br /&gt;-Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls9c26FDfp1qzhnmco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Y99tXNxV5s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Y99tXNxV5s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-4663250052653963118?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4663250052653963118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=4663250052653963118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4663250052653963118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4663250052653963118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/witchy-woman-put-spell-on-you.html' title='witchy woman put a spell on you.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3032287604214615667</id><published>2011-10-10T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:24:43.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more about me. Shall we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 1) Put  your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Jessie J-Who You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Kanye West- Flashing Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Florence &amp;amp; the Machine- What the Water Gave Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lykke Li- Little Bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Adele- Take It All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bloc Party-Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't pick just one. Sofia Coppola, Larry David, Bill Murray, Betty White.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 3) Grab  the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"When I divorced, it was because she'd decided he was getting in the way of the book."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 4) What do you think about most?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Making an impact while I'm alive. Love and compassion towards others and the fight to attain it for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"I'm coming over after the gym, I'll explain then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;With. I get too cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 7) What's your strangest talent?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can multitask like crazy. Read, draw, write, watch a movie, listen to music-all at the same time. And I'll remember everything. I also am a very fast reader. I can do a split and some weird dance stretches from when I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 8)  Girls.... (finish the sentence); Boys.... (finish the sentence)                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Girls are beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Boys are less so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A few minutes ago, listening to Rage Against the Machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 11) Do you have any strange phobias?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes. I have a huge fear of too-dry surfaces. I can't touch newspaper that's too dry/hate writing with pencils, and can't walk barefoot on the ground unless it's pretty slick. It's weird as hell, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes. Went to the hospital for it twice when I was little-crayons and Kleenex. I had a runny nose and wanted to stop it from running. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 13) What's your religion?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;In the pool or playing with my dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lykke Li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 17) What was the last lie you told?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Something to stay home watching movies instead of going out drinking, probably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 18) Do you believe in karma?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Very much so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 19) What does your URL mean?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It was just a name I came up for a blog a few years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Weakness- The beginnings of being motivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Strength- Creativity and passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 21) Who is your celebrity crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ryan Gosling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 23) How do you vent your anger?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Listening to music, working out, shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 24) Do you have a collection of anything?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I collect Japanese kokeshi dolls, and animal/mineral specimens for a curiosities cabinet. Also: expensive handbags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;On the phone. Video chatting is fun too, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 26) Are you happy with the person you've become?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Very much so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 27) What's a sound you hate; sound you love?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hate-Nails on a chalkboard. Lawn mowers in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love- Laughter from my friends and family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 28) What's your biggest "what if"?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If I had gone to different colleges or moved different places. Oh, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ghosts? Not really sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Aliens? Yes. I feel like the universe is way too big to have humans be the only inhabitants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 30)  Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your  left arm.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pillow, and then iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 31) Smell the air. What do you smell?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The spearmint and eucalyptus oil that's coming out of my aromatherapy vaporizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 32) What's the worst place you have ever been to?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;I was no happy camper when forced to spend a week with family in a small cabin in Tennessee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33) Choose:&lt;/strong&gt;                                East Coast or West Coast?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I enjoy both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sufjan Stevens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 35) To you, what is the meaning of life?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A quest to find your purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36) Define:&lt;/strong&gt;                                Art.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A concrete splattering of what your soul is made of, leaked by your hands, feet, mouth, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 37) Do you believe in luck?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not really luck. Just happy coincidences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 38) What's the weather like right now?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It's been storming and windy all day. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 39) What time is it?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11:35 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes and thankfully, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 41) What was the last book you read?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;If it's not too overwhelming, sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 43) Do you have any nicknames?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes, but they are secrets between me and the people that gave them to me ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 44) What was the last movie you saw?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ides of March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 45) What's the worst injury you've ever had?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I've had seizures for years that cause me to faint unexpectedly. Other than that, several concussions and two broken toes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 47) Do you have any obsessions right now?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Handmade bracelets. Leopard cardigans. My new iPhone 4. Dexter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;The holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 48) What's your sexual orientation?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm straight, but believe that love doesn't have any sexual orientation or preference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I have. It sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 50) Do you believe in magic?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I believe in Disney magic. And Harry Potter, I believe in Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 51) Do  you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I do. But I've only recently learned to get over them, as life is short and forgiveness is a beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 52) What is your astrological sign?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquarius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 53) Do you save money or spend it?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 54) What's the last thing you purchased?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Starbucks coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 55)  Love or lust?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 56) In a relationship?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 57) How many relationships have you had?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A lady never spills her most intimate personal details with the entire world, dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I just tried to do it for like 5 entire minutes. Almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 59) Where were you yesterday?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Lazy Sunday at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes. My Macbook Pro laptop case and my nook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 61) Are you wearing socks right now?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No. I hate socks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 62) What's your favorite animal?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Elephants, dogs, cats, penguins. I can't choose just one. I love animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't really have any secret weapons. If you like me you do, if you don't...well, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 64) Where is your best friend?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;His house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 65) Spit or swallow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 66) What is your heritage?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Scottish, Irish, Polish, German, and a little English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Watching a movie with my significant other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 68) What do you think is Satan's last name?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don't really believe in Satan, but maybe Luciferous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;For the sake of honesty, who hasn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 70) Are  you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yes. I am very loyal, and I go out of the way to do things for the people that I care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 71) You  are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning  in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you  are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Save the dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 72) You  are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have  approximately one month to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are  going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you  be afraid? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a) I would tell those close to me about whatever disease I have and about the short time I had left, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;b) Everything I've ever wanted. Blow all of my money on travel, hug and kiss everyone until they say it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;c) Of course I'm scared, I think everyone is. I have no idea whether there is blackness or another adventure. No one does, no matter what they try and tell you. It's the ultimate journey that you have to go through, all by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73) You can only have one of these things:&lt;/strong&gt;                                trust or love.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Trust. There is no true love without trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 74) What's a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. Karaoke heaven, that one is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5716.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Trust, unconditional love, being in a relationship with your best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 77) How can I win your heart?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Make me laugh really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Oh, most definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 79) What  is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To be myself in all aspects of my personality and social life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 80) What size shoes do you wear?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Anywhere from a 6 to a 7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;It depends on the shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Something tragic, heroic, and completely faux like Royal Tenenbaum. "Chelsea died saving 3,000 tiny limbless kittens from an intense building fire, which surprisingly also housed the vaccine needed for a cure for cancer, which she threw down to firefighters below."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 82) What is your favorite word?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bungalow is fun to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word:&lt;/strong&gt;                                heart.                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Aorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 84) What is a saying you say a lot?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I say a lot of things. I try and mix it up, never keep it boring or predictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 85) What's the last song you listened to?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"And Just Like That" Abel Korzeniowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86) Basic question:&lt;/strong&gt;                                what's your favorite color/colors?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Black, seafoam green, royal purple, baby pink, gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 87) What is your current desktop picture?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A nebula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 88) If  you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously  explode, who would it be?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Could I tie a few other people to that one person before I pushed the button, though? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 89) What  would be a question you'd be afraid to tell the truth on?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm not really afraid of telling the truth. I'm a pretty honest and open person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 90) One  night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to  find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren't really doing  anything, they're just standing around your bed. What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Wonder who put them there. And then probably poke them incessantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 91) You  accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what's  even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice!  What is that power?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Can I be part of the X-Men? Maybe fly, or read minds? Isn't Michael Fassbender in that last movie? Wait. What were you asking again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 92) You  can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a  half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to  experience again?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;How it feels to be a nervous wreck full of butterflies and completely in love for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 93) You  can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A lot of health-related scares and unexpected scenarios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 94) You  have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice.  Who would it be?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;That would be awkward. I don't really want to do that.  But Jared Leto is very pretty, and never quite ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 95) You  just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now.  Where are you gonna go?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Tokyo. Or Paris. I'd flip a coin and be happy with either one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 96) Do you have any relatives in jail?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 97) Have you ever thrown up in the car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hello, in the back of a rental car in Big Sur. That was unfortunate and messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 98) Ever been on a plane?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Many, many times. I love flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 99) If  the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I would probably go on a deeply political rant about equality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="conversation_lines"&gt;&lt;li class="chat_line"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                                 100)  Give me your top 5 favorite blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;galadarling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;nicolette mason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;this is glamorous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;oh no they didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;lost in the 60's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-3032287604214615667?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3032287604214615667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3032287604214615667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3032287604214615667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3032287604214615667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/little-more-about-me-shall-we.html' title='A little more about me. Shall we?'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-94932621447288650</id><published>2011-10-05T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T18:10:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>connecting the dots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm going to share with you a video that changed my life, and I hope it does the same to you. The entire text of the speech is below if you'd rather read it, but I do urge you to watch him deliver it. Rest in peace, Steve Jobs. You were a dreamer and a visionary, giving hope to everyone working out of their garage or dorm room. We will miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UF8uR6Z6KLc?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of  the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college.   Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college  graduation.  Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's  it. No big deal. Just three stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first story is about connecting the dots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then  stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really  quit. So why did I drop out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It started before I was born.  My biological mother was a young,  unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for  adoption.  She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college  graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a  lawyer and his wife.  Except that when I popped out they decided at the  last minute that they really wanted a girl.  So my parents, who were on a  waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an  unexpected baby boy; do you want him?"  They said: "Of course."  My  biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated  from college and that my father had never graduated from high school.   She refused to sign the final adoption papers.  She only relented a few  months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to  college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And 17 years later I did go to college.  But I naively chose a  college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my  working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition.   After six months, I couldn't see the value in it.  I had no idea what I  wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me  figure it out.  And here I was spending all of the money my parents had  saved their entire life.  So I decided to drop out and trust that it  would all work out OK.  It was pretty scary at the time, but looking  back it was one of the best decisions I ever made.  The minute I dropped  out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me,  and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It wasn't all romantic.  I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the  floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to  buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday  night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple.  I loved  it.  And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and  intuition turned out to be priceless later on.  Let me give you one  example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy  instruction in the country.  Throughout the campus every poster, every  label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed.  Because I had  dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to  take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this.  I learned about serif  and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between  different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great.   It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science  can't capture, and I found it fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life.   But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh  computer, it all came back to me.  And we designed it all into the Mac.   It was the first computer with beautiful typography.  If I had never  dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never  had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts.  And since  Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would  have them.  If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in  on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the  wonderful typography that they do.  Of course it was impossible to  connect the dots looking forward when I was in college.  But it was  very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only  connect them looking backwards.  So you have to trust that the dots will  somehow connect in your future.  You have to trust in something — your  gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.  This approach has never let me  down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My second story is about love and loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life.  Woz and I  started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20.  We worked hard, and  in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a  $2 billion company with over 4000 employees.  We had just released our  finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned  30.  And then I got fired.  How can you get fired from a company you  started?  Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very  talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things  went well.  But then our visions of the future began to diverge and  eventually we had a falling out.  When we did, our Board of Directors  sided with him.  So at 30 I was out.  And very publicly out.  What had  been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really didn't know what to do for a few months.  I felt that I had  let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped  the baton as it was being passed to me.  I met with David Packard and  Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly.  I was a very  public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley.   But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did.   The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit.  I had been  rejected, but I was still in love.  And so I decided to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple  was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.  The heaviness  of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner  again, less sure about everything.  It freed me to enter one of the most  creative periods of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another  company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would  become my wife.  Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer  animated feature film, &lt;em&gt;Toy Story&lt;/em&gt;, and is now the most  successful animation studio in the world.  In a remarkable turn of  events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we  developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance.  And  Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been  fired from Apple.  It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the  patient needed it.  Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick.   Don't lose faith.  I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going  was that I loved what I did.  You've got to find what you love.  And  that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers.  Your work is  going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly  satisfied is to do what you believe is great work.  And the only way to  do great work is to love what you do.  If you haven't found it yet, keep  looking. Don't settle.  As with all matters of the heart, you'll know  when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better  and better as the years roll on.  So keep looking until you find it.   Don't settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My third story is about death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live  each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be  right."  It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33  years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If  today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about  to do today?"  And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days  in a row, I know I need to change something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've  ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life.  Because  almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of  embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of  death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are  going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you  have something to lose.  You are already naked.  There is no reason not  to follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer.  I had a scan at 7:30  in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas.  I didn't  even know what a pancreas was.  The doctors told me this was almost  certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect  to live no longer than three to six months.  My doctor advised me to go  home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to  die.  It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd  have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months.  It means to  make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as  possible for your family.  It means to say your goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I lived with that diagnosis all day.  Later that evening I had a  biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach  and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few  cells from the tumor.  I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told  me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors  started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of  pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery.  I had the surgery and  I'm fine now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the  closest I get for a few more decades.  Having lived through it, I can  now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a  useful but purely intellectual concept:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No one wants to die.  Even people who want to go to heaven don't want  to die to get there.  And yet death is the destination we all share.   No one has ever escaped it.  And that is as it should be, because Death  is very likely the single best invention of Life.  It is Life's change  agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new  is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the  old and be cleared away.  Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite  true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life.   Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other  people's thinking.  Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out  your own inner voice.  And most important, have the courage to follow  your heart and intuition.  They somehow already know what you truly want  to become.  Everything else is secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I was young, there was an amazing publication called &lt;em&gt;The Whole Earth Catalog&lt;/em&gt;,  which was one of the bibles of my generation.  It was created by a  fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he  brought it to life with his poetic touch.  This was in the late 1960's,  before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made  with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras.  It was sort of like  Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was  idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stewart and his team put out several issues of &lt;em&gt;The Whole Earth Catalog&lt;/em&gt;,  and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue.  It  was the mid-1970s, and I was your age.  On the back cover of their final  issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you  might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous.  Beneath  it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish."  It was their farewell  message as they signed off.  Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.  And I have  always wished that for myself.  And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I  wish that for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stay Hungry.  Stay Foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thank you all very much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-94932621447288650?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/94932621447288650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=94932621447288650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/94932621447288650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/94932621447288650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/connecting-dots.html' title='connecting the dots.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2425814447850506615</id><published>2011-10-04T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:28:06.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The ordinary girls don't like this one bit."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://chelsamander.tumblr.com/page/2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/1392981/tumblr_kw51x6y1Un1qaois4o1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Some girls are quite ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But some are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some  girls have magic running through their fingertips and electricity  pulsing inside lightning bolt hearts.  They hold entire multicolored  universes and galaxies on the inside of their tiny pink hands, needing  nothing (or no one) to be simply "interesting". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything about them screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAGIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to all of the more common people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the girls who will never pass into nothingness--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;their stories will be remembered forever;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and written&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by all the other extraordinary girls who fly onto earth with their lightning-pulse hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;The ordinary girls don't like this one bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://withlovefromangelica.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;via With Love From Angelica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/486890496431066036-2425814447850506615?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2425814447850506615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2425814447850506615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2425814447850506615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2425814447850506615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/ordinary-girls-dont-like-this-one-bit.html' title='&quot;The ordinary girls don&apos;t like this one bit.&quot;'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-870857464533968845</id><published>2011-09-30T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:12:45.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ready.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/OrDA1/?ref=nf"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/09/30/b340a4844ddc468283f9bee6ab3dbd2f_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;via my instagram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-870857464533968845?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/870857464533968845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=870857464533968845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/870857464533968845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/870857464533968845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-ready.html' title='i&apos;m ready.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5225541712784646683</id><published>2011-09-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:32:24.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as you sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest beds I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkeyisFus91qaq26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkeyjmZqSr1qaq26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkeykhoCGZ1qaq26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkeylgVHYn1qaq26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkeym2SvU21qaq26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkeypbmKzj1qaq26m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;(source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-5225541712784646683?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5225541712784646683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5225541712784646683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5225541712784646683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5225541712784646683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/as-you-sleep.html' title='as you sleep.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3115209619260985318</id><published>2011-09-25T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:11:34.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is only on earth. And not for long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IuqyKBT5Frc/Tn_-qcESd7I/AAAAAAAACHY/fGSP8p68Ets/s1600/tumblr_ls3mn5H6nU1qlxi7ho2_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2vw5oua.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 366px;" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2hribh5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 655px; height: 257px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls40inzwx91qbkm4ho1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FnqpfUc9IJM/Tn_-qEKyW4I/AAAAAAAACHQ/QxtoWqOBodg/s1600/tumblr_ls3mn5H6nU1qlxi7ho3_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I urge you to watch this film when it comes out in a theatre near you...that is, if you're a fan of Lars von Trier (like I am.) It's honestly one of my favorites now, on my all-time top 10. Kirsten Dunst certainly earned her Best Actress award at Cannes this year. Her portrayal as the severely depressed Justine is magnificent. Charlotte Gainsbourg's performance is just as strong as Justine's anxious sister, Claire. A handful of other well-known actors appear in it (Alexander and Stellan Skarsgard, John Hurt, Kiefer Sutherland, Charlotte Rampling, Udo Kier) but Dunst &amp;amp; Gainsbourg are the ones that really shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a mainstream film, as it is extremely slow (to most moviegoers who only enjoy attractive women &amp;amp; explosions, IE any Michael Bay film) and quite bleak. But, that is reality. And I believe that the more a film makes you question or re-evaluate your own life, and the more powerful it's message is...the greater impact that a piece of someone's art has made. It didn't hurt that the music and cinematography was beautiful, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the pleasure of seeing Ryan Gosling in Drive, and I've got to say that I haven't seen a film that left me feeling like that in years. You'll know what I mean when you watch it. It's also neo-noir and art house-y, so please don't go if you're expecting a classic action movie. That kind of film it is not. I'm pretty obsessed with the soundtrack, too. Here's a preview to enjoy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9J4R4KYv-s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A9J4R4KYv-s?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/486890496431066036-3115209619260985318?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3115209619260985318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3115209619260985318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3115209619260985318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3115209619260985318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-only-on-earth-and-not-for-long.html' title='Life is only on earth. And not for long.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/2vw5oua_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2423877303907994513</id><published>2011-09-20T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:08:17.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the water gave me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;object height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AJ0ImPWU7k?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AJ0ImPWU7k?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="480" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite new song by the amazing Florence Welch.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What the Water Gave Me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2423877303907994513?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2423877303907994513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2423877303907994513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2423877303907994513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2423877303907994513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-water-gave-me.html' title='what the water gave me.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2736125945684215892</id><published>2011-09-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:03:40.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no truer words have ever touched my soul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;My soul is impatient with itself, as with a  bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the  same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2736125945684215892?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2736125945684215892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2736125945684215892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2736125945684215892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2736125945684215892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-truer-words-have-ever-touched-my.html' title='no truer words have ever touched my soul.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7179268131940622303</id><published>2011-09-18T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:14:27.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my week with marilyn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 553px; height: 756px;" src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/193353087_bAESfoe7_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/210320508_l7qz0bRW_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/196498831_hk375kk2_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/210902048_m9Fi3G2G_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/192016901_vyXsXBN6_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/192889896_BuQFesYU_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/192686735_uIUbOQaY_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/198492801_l9iqePK8_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite actresses, playing one of my favorite icons. Perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7179268131940622303?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7179268131940622303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7179268131940622303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7179268131940622303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7179268131940622303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-week-with-marilyn.html' title='my week with marilyn.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1282318927017964000</id><published>2011-09-17T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:03:41.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete jungle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/03/4f7a2c3ca93e433084714c0b52664c77_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/09/16/b08ada0e217d41ea886775b6270b3b3e_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/13/a302fd25e6044e62910ba4746fe998f0_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/13/278fb552fb3b46ebaa3c32451798ad05_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/12/ba0bfcee62b1482aae2044871fb7b17c_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/12/d4eba8bf632a4c5abcab76388ed3c84d_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/09/17/3d9640ffe5ec49d18c1ac2c70a2b3670_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/12/10deb1c721f34c0a840444b1beea5832_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/12/5335f10fa9a546cdac06fc252f2154d4_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/12/958e1f629a96482d9860d84f2e9e3161_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/10/64b0a77ca2844e61a162af3772d43c0f_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/10/1fc7fbba292840ba9a14a76893e67e09_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/07/674bc5ed44124f6bbd0aaa3662027188_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/09/ef0b200e6c724e509f9e881ed4ea172e_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/10/8116e8cd508b4f218ed296cb6513f17b_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/10/4bef300c4576497ab1cd411964bfa576_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2la4sib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/09/11/65267ff415e34aaf9f6e456b07b79e19_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2d2e1f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2qavc3s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/9asa2r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/23ie6qf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lqIQ__1MLyM/Thtkfv_HzQI/AAAAAAAACEo/fEuR4a8mPow/s210/smallpinkheart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All images via my instagram, chelseanico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-1282318927017964000?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1282318927017964000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1282318927017964000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1282318927017964000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1282318927017964000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/concrete-jungle.html' title='Concrete jungle.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/2la4sib_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-34809378522847913</id><published>2011-09-02T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:39:05.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all I ever wanted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm going to be on vacation next Friday for 8 days in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of errands to do in the next week, and so in preparation, I'm going on a hiatus for around 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful early September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;xxoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-34809378522847913?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/34809378522847913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=34809378522847913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/34809378522847913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/34809378522847913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/all-i-ever-wanted.html' title='all I ever wanted.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1410132552574673558</id><published>2011-09-02T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:29:38.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that girl with the eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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     Over the years, I've had girl crush after girl crush. Scarlett Johansson, Gemma Arterton, Anna Torv, Angelina Jolie, Anna Karina, etc. But no girl crush has lasted nor been as strong as Christina Ricci.  Fell in love with her as Wednesday Addams, the tortured but very relate-able   Elizabeth in Prozac Nation, and Katrina opposite Johnny Depp in Sleepy Hollow. Her huge eyes, beautifully round face, and amazing skills as an actor made me adore her. I'm so excited to see her every week on my television on the new Pan-Am show, and I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; glad that she's back in the spotlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqwdc5Erjl1qczn4jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqwdc5Erjl1qczn4jo1_500.jpg" border="0" height="640" width="520" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lquwlkA0pi1qzdll0o1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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And that's all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about  what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you  plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by  demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an  impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those  things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You  have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to  give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love  them back with the same truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But that’s all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://therumpus.net/2011/05/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-72-the-future-has-an-ancient-heart/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;dear rumpus, source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7560508248686522938?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7560508248686522938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7560508248686522938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7560508248686522938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7560508248686522938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/wise-words-and-thats-all.html' title='Wise words. And that&apos;s all.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3176057923019591109</id><published>2011-08-25T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:58:13.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful. imperfect. life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/30kbxa0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 641px; height: 378px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2eog0pl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 642px; height: 378px;" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/244blhz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 638px; height: 379px;" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/4sgqo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 637px; height: 376px;" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/10fb0hx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 637px; height: 377px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2eoh8bl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 637px; height: 376px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/eascq9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 638px; height: 377px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/w825hi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was sent these magnificent photos by the too-amazing Harper Smith, who collaborated with Cameron Duddy for the Fall 2011 Rachel Roy campaign. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; digging those purple boots and colorful cross body bags. Enjoy the beautiful images, and don't forget to check out the video (the music made my inner hipster-gypsy dance, alright? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScdHfWXQzhE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ScdHfWXQzhE?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://harpersmithphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;http://www.harpersmithphotography.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rachelroy.com/"&gt;rachel roy &lt;/a&gt;f/11 campaign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://harpersmithphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;harper smith blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-3176057923019591109?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3176057923019591109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3176057923019591109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3176057923019591109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3176057923019591109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/beautiful-imperfect-life.html' title='beautiful. imperfect. life.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/30kbxa0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1879440188403276325</id><published>2011-08-19T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:30:16.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>une surprise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/24e0qyb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq0a0sBLrA1qhgis6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Francophile...meaning, that I love all things about the French culture. I'm sure a lot of you reading are. Anyway, while planning my upcoming trip to NYC (where I used to live for a few years while attending college) I figured that I would research any cute, new places to sit down and have a nice cup of coffee and a French macaron. Not so much exciting as research, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly did not expect what Google alerted me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have been wanting to visit Paris or Tokyo if only for a taste, a sip, a whiff of Laduree. Yes, you heard me correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Laduree, the most celebrated macaron and tea shop in the world, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is coming to New York&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/roboppy/327542802/in/faves-10539399@N02/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13404797/327542802_a818520326_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out the official website and lo and behold...an opening on Madison Avenue, expected on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the 26th of August&lt;/span&gt;. A full two weeks before I even board a plane, it will be open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overjoyed that they have decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; put one in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the spirit of the opening and my complete and utter excitement (and hugely wishing that they have a boatload of both edible &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;inedible merchandise for me to buy like in their other stores) here are pictures of the pretties contained within their pastel-painted walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq710uFioW1r1p463o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13528262/tumblr_lpdv4uVXOT1qafn7ro1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/42319580@N00/5770493715/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13221857/5770493715_95f342abcd_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pretty-glamorous.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12441707/tumblr_lmzl75Mprp1qhuvmlo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parkandcube.com/pastel-mine/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11879725/IMG_31191_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parkandcube.com/pastel-mine/?utm_source=rss&amp;amp;utm_medium=rss&amp;amp;utm_campaign=pastel-mine"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10654354/IMG_3114_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeblisses.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11026552/tumblr_lmsfizdhhT1qbjwi3o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8196476/tumblr_lil2csydcT1qeqm6vo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-1879440188403276325?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1879440188403276325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1879440188403276325&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1879440188403276325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1879440188403276325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/une-surprise.html' title='une surprise.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/24e0qyb_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5972414826054580623</id><published>2011-08-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:00:32.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'stagrammin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/osvk7c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just some snaps from daily life over the past few weeks. I promise I'll have a really interesting ones soon, as I'm going to be vacationing in NYC in September for a little over a week! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/156v8gg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/14kcqah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/adg2np.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/ehaz5y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/ou8nt5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/fqs5w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2zxyyis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/wv96p2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/mr2phx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2nqwtc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/wved06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 315px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2n9l5c7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-5972414826054580623?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5972414826054580623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5972414826054580623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5972414826054580623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5972414826054580623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/stagrammin.html' title='&apos;stagrammin.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/osvk7c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5885549443287442087</id><published>2011-08-14T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:22:52.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The job of the artist is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/24b9jps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpvj1efee41qc5atdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;We all question our place in the future. The  artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for  the emptiness of existence. You have a clear and lively voice. Don’t be  such a defeatist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing."&lt;br /&gt;-Ernest Hemingway in Midnight in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;The  erroneous notion that a different time period is better than the one  you’re actually living in. It’s a flaw in the romantic imagination for  people that find it difficult to cope with the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear   death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all,   which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love  with  a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this  world  and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death   completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart   with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in   the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never   conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most   vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in   the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and   for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it  takes  insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when  you are  making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel  immortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Midnight In Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-5885549443287442087?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5885549443287442087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5885549443287442087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5885549443287442087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5885549443287442087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/job-of-artist-is-not-to-succumb-to.html' title='The job of the artist is not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/24b9jps_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5090013724919666683</id><published>2011-08-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:08:54.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a life i'd rather be living.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town girls thinking about the lives they'd rather be living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kourtneyroy.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://honestlywtf.honestlywtf.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/roy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://honestlywtf.honestlywtf.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/roy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://honestlywtf.honestlywtf.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/roy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://honestlywtf.honestlywtf.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/roy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://honestlywtf.com/art/just-a-small-town-girl/"&gt;Source.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.kourtneyroy.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;via Kourtney Roy Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kourtneyroy.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-5090013724919666683?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5090013724919666683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5090013724919666683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5090013724919666683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5090013724919666683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/life-id-rather-be-living.html' title='a life i&apos;d rather be living.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6018262521337363414</id><published>2011-08-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:32:05.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very curious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I design clothes because I don’t want women to look innocent and naive… I want people to be afraid of the women I dress.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alexander McQueen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://teenwaste.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loyxwtmixj1qb5663o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;                                                                      &lt;table style="margin-top: 10px; width: 30px; height: 6px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 1px; padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; text-align: center;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://lawyerupasshole.tumblr.com/post/5544730290"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llalpewOTo1qcnhhzo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;From childhood’s hour I have not been. As others  were, I have not seen. As others saw, I could not awaken. My heart to  joy at the same tone. And all I loved, I loved alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ssam-iam.tumblr.com/post/1521235432"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbliy6yCaw1qzaxd4o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Is it really that bad if someone sees who you are?  Why is it humans have a problem with letting someone else see that they  are human?&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Joseph Gogler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seecreatures.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpjavopN7r1qzu94zo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veronica A. Shoffstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo3968DyrA1qadoz5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;He  suddenly recalled from Plato’s Symposium: People were hermaphrodites  until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world  over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves  we have lost.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Milan Kundera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loar1xPoga1qaeb8po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;A lot of parents will do anything for their children, except let them be themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banksy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp608pFijH1qzfya1o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;Oh, when the world is said and done&lt;br /&gt;The stars will become so close&lt;br /&gt;And there will be nowhere that I can’t run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Deadly Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-6018262521337363414?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6018262521337363414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6018262521337363414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6018262521337363414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6018262521337363414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/very-curious.html' title='very curious.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6131537800884271904</id><published>2011-07-25T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:50:14.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“If you remember me, I don’t care if everybody else forgets.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;If you remember me, I don’t care if everybody else forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Haruki Murakami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lono3aH1co1qksohbo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miranda July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo91kiqwh81qz6muno1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emile cloran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/katherspoon/4836499682/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lntpm1QBT31qafc06o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;F.Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lowruzuLYd1qzjggvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Your thoughts create your reality, so pay attention  to any limited thinking. Learn to stop listening to those thoughts that  tell you that you can’t have what you want. You need to be observant to  catch them when they come up, for you do not want them sliding by  unnoticed. Is there something you are speaking of or thinking will be a  struggle for you? Stop for a moment and imagine it working easily and  well. What you picture is what you create, so picture the best outcome  you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/39911172@N08/3857444427/in/faves-childofwar/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lowj92TMVD1qa6hruo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ohmystars/5923596634/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo53nfptmN1qc4g03o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Let’s face it, you’re either serious about what  you’re doing or you’re not serious about what you’re doing. And you  can’t mix the two. And life is short.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bob Dylan on creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lneu4ckZXC1qj69x5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Don’t let go too soon. But don’t hang on too long.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://asecrethistory.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lora86Vmfr1qkn1hvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;At some point you will realize that you have done  too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop.  Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s  not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of  determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be  yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;”                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jimmyhuangphotography/4743086765/sizes/z/in/faves-jennifoofoo/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5hitsV70I1qzu292o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 737px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lot0mi7xiF1qzeh86o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-6131537800884271904?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6131537800884271904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6131537800884271904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6131537800884271904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6131537800884271904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/if-you-remember-me-i-dont-care-if.html' title='“If you remember me, I don’t care if everybody else forgets.”'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3585004866883404769</id><published>2011-07-23T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:40:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winehouse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you finally found some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-I2s5zRbHg?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-856083884931312398</id><published>2011-07-23T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:24:44.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instagram.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://images.instagram.com/media/2011/07/22/bde9e83256514dc7ac6be7fcda6bd928_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://distillery.s3.amazonaws.com/media/2011/07/19/3babb3dda11141ed997be594faaaa94b_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 300px;" 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style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="text_header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                         Date A Girl Who Reads by &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosemarie Urquico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlemissdorkette.tumblr.com/post/3118512524/date-a-girl-who-reads-by-rosemarie-urquico"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="postcontent text this all_of_it is_just_perfection personal books"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;(In Response to Charles Warnke’s &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/dont-date-a-girl-who-reads/"&gt;You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books  instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has  too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read,  who has had a library card since she was twelve.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will  always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking  over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when  she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages  of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can  never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the  street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating  on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the  author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who  read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Buy her another cup of coffee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got  through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she  understood James Joyce’s &lt;em&gt;Ulysses&lt;/em&gt; she’s just saying that to sound intelligent.  Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday,  for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in  poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know  that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the  difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to  make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your  fault if she does.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She has to give it a shot somehow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need  to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance,  dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up  to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come  to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and  again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or  two.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read  understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;series.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at  2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea  and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always  come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are  real, because for a while, they always are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst  and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your  lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will  introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the  same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she  will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your  boots.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who  can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her  monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better  off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl  who reads.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or better yet, date a girl who &lt;em&gt;writes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-5461707037794514111?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5461707037794514111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5461707037794514111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5461707037794514111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5461707037794514111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/date-girl-who-reads.html' title='Date a girl who reads.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8943739708263553203</id><published>2011-07-10T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:48:26.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"after all this time?" "always."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 650px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2hp61ds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Did you grow up reading the Harry Potter books?&lt;br /&gt; I certainly did.&lt;br /&gt;I remember making that first fanciful trip to the bookstore with my parents in tow to purchase the first one. I couldn't wait to get home and crack it open...so (in regular Chelsea fashion) I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I didn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt; I delve right into the first chapter, the second, the third (and so on) blind and head-on. And I didn't stop until I had read every last word of that book, 3 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Putting it down carefully on my bed, I remember pondering if these stories were true&lt;br /&gt;Is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magic real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I have been born half a witch? Sometimes I had stared at the TV for a while and it had surprisingly turned on. Were my psychic powers just not yet within my grasp? Was I the second coming of Magneto? (Young me would not yet get that reference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, by far, the most important question of them all: had I received a letter from Hogwarts, care of an owl, signed by Albus Dumbledore? I was convinced that my parents had hidden some important, cool-looking weathered parcel from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I remained skeptical for many years after.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10932554/tumblr_lmyfbqqeI71qkfzvlo1_500_large.jpg?1308407480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="margin-top: 10px; width: 1px; height: 1px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:1px; padding:0px 10px 0px 20px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;To say that Harry Potter and J.K Rowling have influenced my transition from childhood to young adult will have been a gross understatement. I recall smuggling (yes, that's pretty much what it felt like!) the newest books in the series into my severely fundamentalist Baptist junior high/high school. After a few students had started reading the books between class or sneaking a chapter in during lecture, teachers and the administration took notice of the seemingly 'evil' story. It had everything that they had taught against-magic, witches, wizards, potions, evil dark lords, spell books...you name it. So, I had to be stealthy. I had to take a page out of the book of Ron &amp;amp; Harry and make them invisible. Literally every HP book I brought to school was carefully hidden in a school-mascot emblazoned book cover. The teachers were none the wiser, and I could indulge in my favorite pastime: reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had successfully smuggled forbidden lecture into my school by giving the novel it's own little invisibility cloak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Go ahead, laugh. I was a particularly quirky child.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books didn't quite teach me the meaning of good and evil, but they most certainly reinforced them.  Through all of Rowling's multi-dimensional characters, it seemed as if anything could be attained, and anything beaten. But not for the greedy. You had to have the love of your family and friends. You had to have that true love, true connections with other people-that was what life was about. And that's what was He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's biggest downfall. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, if Harry, Ron &amp;amp; Hermione could brave all of the things thrown at them (which included huge spiders, Dementors, and literally millions of other obstacles) I could get through whatever was plaguing my life or mind at the moment...right?&lt;br /&gt;Right-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are only a few days away from the release of the last film in the series, and I find myself a tad nervous. Anxious that a huge chunk of my childhood will have been torn from my tight little hands. I swear on the inside that I'm kicking and screaming and throwing the biggest temper tantrum that a 24 year old girl can. It saddens me to see this part of me and millions of other Potter Kids I grew up with ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bsetts/5443434273/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lny5kgVySH1qzxhoso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5hxwChSC1qzxjpno1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;table style="margin-top: 10px; width: 5px; height: 4px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width:1px; padding:0px 10px 0px 20px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But there's still hope.&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing these books taught me, is that there is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; And that hope lies within passing down your books and movies to the children growing up now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know I'll be keeping all of my original books for my children to read, someday. I can only hope that they will feel the emotion that the first generation of HP lovers felt while reading the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" class="quote" &gt;The things we lose, have a way of coming back to us in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love you, Harry Potter...and I always will. The boy who lived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-8943739708263553203?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8943739708263553203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8943739708263553203&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8943739708263553203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8943739708263553203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-all-this-time-always.html' title='&quot;after all this time?&quot; &quot;always.&quot;'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/2hp61ds_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1523031703118814951</id><published>2011-07-04T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T19:02:23.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dressed up my little cousin as a hippie today. Enjoy her as a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; hipster hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 678px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/nqwgmf.jpg" /&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/486890496431066036-1523031703118814951?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1523031703118814951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1523031703118814951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1523031703118814951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1523031703118814951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/dressed-up-my-little-cousin-as-hippie.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/nqwgmf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-85559557314490358</id><published>2011-07-03T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:12:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things spell summertime to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11535637/tumblr_lmlqkmolVC1qgiouxo1_500_large.jpg?1309717255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11542133/tumblr_l6g07jwA701qadeueo1_1280_large.jpg?1309725522" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11545107/5898690128_6530a6cde7_z_large.jpg?1309729714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10206841/tumblr_llp04uFlKQ1qkwgy6o1_500_large.jpg?1306574582" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11503330/tumblr_ln1he6nKIQ1qzdzbuo1_1280_large.jpg?1309641763" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10766349/tumblr_lkkzouwtqd1qczr0to1_500_large_152605057_large.jpg?1307987947" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8465251/tumblr_lj28fhkwWb1qh1pyxo1_500_large.jpg?1301806887" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;swimming in the pool everyday, frozen drinks, neon colors in my wardrobe, the smell of freshly cut grass, severe thunderstorms and hurricanes (I'm in Florida!) ice cream trucks, coral nail polish, iced coffee, sweet tea, laying out on the beach with friends, hot summer nights spent outside...and in turn, desperately searching for air conditioning, freckles, my face getting pink, seashells, miami vices, vacations, hotels, soft white swedish towels, huge serena van der woodsen sun hats, arts and crafts with my little cousins, movie date nights, staying up into the wee hours of the morning playing boardgames or reading palms/telling fortunes, substituting cold, fresh fruit for several meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does summer mean to you? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-85559557314490358?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/85559557314490358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=85559557314490358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/85559557314490358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/85559557314490358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-to-me.html' title='summer to me.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7882541760714805807</id><published>2011-07-03T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:47:08.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daisy lowe and summertime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 861px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/SxPO4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 862px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/nRQO2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 863px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/GYo4R.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 658px; height: 873px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/EKGjh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-7882541760714805807?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7882541760714805807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7882541760714805807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7882541760714805807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7882541760714805807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/daisy-lowe-and-summertime.html' title='daisy lowe and summertime.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1770997050319592076</id><published>2011-07-02T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T22:21:15.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="510" width="853"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ruQ0O44CB38?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ruQ0O44CB38?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="853"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;All I know is that you're so nice&lt;br /&gt;You're the nicest thing I've seen&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could give it a go&lt;br /&gt;See if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was your favorite girl&lt;br /&gt;I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world&lt;br /&gt;I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile&lt;br /&gt;I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn't figure me out&lt;br /&gt;But you always wanna know what I was about&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;When I was upset&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd never forget&lt;br /&gt;The look on my face when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you had a favorite beauty spot&lt;br /&gt;That you loved secretly&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it was on a hidden bit&lt;br /&gt;That nobody else could see&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I wish that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you needed me&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew when I said two sugars,&lt;br /&gt;Actually I meant three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me your heart would break&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake&lt;br /&gt;I wish that without me you couldn't eat&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, all I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that we could see if we could be something&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-1770997050319592076?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1770997050319592076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1770997050319592076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1770997050319592076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1770997050319592076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-wish-that-you-knew-when-i-said-two.html' title='I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-405900780211510908</id><published>2011-07-01T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:57:37.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday, miss 50 states.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;July &lt;/span&gt;weekend, and for my Canadian friends...Happy&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Canada Day&lt;/span&gt;, darlings! Here are some dreamy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;!) and holiday-appropriate pictures by Harper Smith&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.harpersmithphotography.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/9prl77.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2h5irf9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2ijnali.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographer: Harper Smith&lt;br /&gt;Stylist: Wild @ Heart&lt;br /&gt;Models: Kelley Ash @ Q and Amanda @ Photogenics&lt;br /&gt;MUH: MaliaThompson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.harpersmithphotography.com/"&gt;harpersmithphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-405900780211510908?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/405900780211510908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=405900780211510908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/405900780211510908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/405900780211510908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-miss-50-states.html' title='happy birthday, miss 50 states.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/9prl77_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-143348571129670273</id><published>2011-06-28T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:10:55.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“I hadn’t realized how much I’d been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/macabresse/5857209416/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lndq0qjhP91qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are certain emotions in your body that not even your best friend can sympathize with, but you will find the right film or the right book, and it will understand you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Bjork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovewildfox.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lneuy1JMSc1qaoe1oo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They cripple the bird’s wing, and then condemn it for not flying as fast as they&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Malcolm X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj5dpkGhV41qazkdco1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that’s a real treat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;Joanne Woodward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/31054361@N00/5224750609"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnf3qjPdEm1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. In reality those who satisfy me are those who simply allow me to live with my idea of them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                       &lt;br /&gt;Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.audreykawasaki.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln9gcjoKbe1qkqnino1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Lolita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_la1f617b1R1qzzdgyo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hadn’t realized how much I’d been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Berg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/adrian_lindenmann/488710853/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln7ucycQLm1qzlqbho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;H.Jackson Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmv3co0oYz1qhug3qo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You leave the same impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of something beautiful, but annihilating&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhm9e3PPlO1qda5zdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You will not remember it but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me tell you this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone in some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Future time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will think of us&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Sappho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-143348571129670273?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/143348571129670273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=143348571129670273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/143348571129670273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/143348571129670273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-hadnt-realized-how-much-id-been.html' title='“I hadn’t realized how much I’d been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.”'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2839504467196428463</id><published>2011-06-13T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T13:11:49.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know I've posted a million times about Caitlin's&lt;a href="http://www.caitlinquiet.blogspot.com/"&gt; art&lt;/a&gt;, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;Her work keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt; Her brush strokes have the perfect amount of mess and femininity that I adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally want all of her paintings to adore the walls of my future home.&lt;br /&gt;I want to put them all into thick, ornate golden frames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 909px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5318/5827391558_84b5d16325_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 925px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/5754067231_c0f5419de8_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 917px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3158/5754066439_8bcabfdb5e_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 973px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/5748501438_b5a610e26d_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 761px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5181/5590984778_31f91165a7_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 725px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5576342026_6bbaf466b2_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 860px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4076/5443223080_de060c2889_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 842px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5443223540_3e527e79f9_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 526px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5219/5405895754_9a548480de_z.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 1180px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5122/5365506078_4e8dddfe37_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 921px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5208/5358508374_511fa03901_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 1024px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5007/5357799993_ddd77e10bf_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 748px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5357799821_99f0040491_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 459px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5082/5308307693_df56707388_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 928px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5282/5230500511_aff6533674_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 645px; height: 1032px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1055/5159473439_2c7e5f7fb1_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 943px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4087/5092404172_e39665acbc_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;and lastly, my most recent favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 652px; height: 942px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5052680568_04335fe55f_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-2839504467196428463?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2839504467196428463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2839504467196428463&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2839504467196428463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2839504467196428463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/quiet.html' title='quiet.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5318/5827391558_84b5d16325_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1957049215976894073</id><published>2011-06-13T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T12:36:32.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the other sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 701px; height: 475px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/T7rOZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 473px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/P1V5j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 702px; height: 702px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqtc78KwB1qfx8hgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 961px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqsezjPk71qjd2i7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 952px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqomyEccT1qztc63o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 934px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqis9G2Wt1qa1qdgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of infatuated with Elle Fanning. For 13 years old, she is simply stunning and a ridiculously talented actress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I was this awesome at 13&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Shit, I wish I was this cool now, at 24.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-1957049215976894073?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1957049215976894073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1957049215976894073&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1957049215976894073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1957049215976894073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/other-sister.html' title='the other sister.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3196632294255509394</id><published>2011-06-07T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:18:33.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>erin fetherston's apartment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 560px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/10/02-apt-lsd-erin_172228209036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 483px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/10/04-apt-lsd-erin_172229878786.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 941px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/10/05-apt-lsd-erin_172230128310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 701px; height: 685px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/10/06-apt-lsd-erin_172231754687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 701px; height: 625px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/10/16-apt-lsd-erin_172238118013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 504px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/10/18-apt-lsd-erin_172240329666.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 982px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/19/img-new-bedroom-image-apt-erin_190302620559.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 859px;" src="http://media.vogue.com/files/2011/05/19/img-new-erin-office-image_190442221774.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;One of my favorite designers has one of the most beautiful apartments I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All images via vogue.com&lt;/span&gt;&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/486890496431066036-3196632294255509394?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3196632294255509394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3196632294255509394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3196632294255509394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3196632294255509394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/erin-fetherstons-apartment.html' title='erin fetherston&apos;s apartment.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5679650982183261370</id><published>2011-06-07T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:24:28.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ride me a southbound all the way to Georgia... till the train, it run out of track.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lidg7mieBY1qc144qo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be humble for you are made of earth.&lt;br /&gt;Be noble for you are made of stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serbian proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llnaf06dn11qzdiqvo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salvador Dali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lme6pzlYnm1qzzyu4o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmfp0pGlq41qzgq8co1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shady spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llwya2fW6k1qhb2u7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonard Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmaz25Zrxv1qzf6swo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://quitecheeky.tumblr.com/photo/1280/6143241235/1/tumblr_lm7f4nX20G1qbhve1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m not interested in being unique or different. Everyone is different. No two persons have the same mouth shape for example, and so without making any effort we’re all different. The problem is not how to become different or unique, but how to share an experience, how to be the same almost, how to communicate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yoko Ono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hitrecord.org/users/wirrow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm2pkv1cEu1qajmbto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz&lt;br /&gt;or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:&lt;br /&gt;I love you as one loves certain dark things,&lt;br /&gt;secretly, between the shadow and the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pable Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lluu3bXYzc1qbqrtzo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joss Whedon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llqrpg2TNf1qzfpi8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fear, after all, is our real enemy. Fear is taking over our world. Fear is being used as a tool of manipulation in our society. Itʼs how politicians peddle policy. It’s how Madison Avenue sells us things we donʼt need. Think about it. The fear of being attacked. The fear that there are communists lurking around every corner. The fear that some little Caribbean country that doesn’t believe in our way of life poses a threat to us. The fear that black culture may take over the world. The fear of Elvis Presleyʼs hips. Actually, maybe that one is a real fear. Fear that our bad breath might ruin our friendships. Fear of growing old, being alone. Fear that weʼre useless and that no one cares what we have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Single Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llngf3I9zc1qb2ahqo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but my dear man, reality is only a rorschach ink-blot, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alan Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCXQycyN_Vs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gCXQycyN_Vs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      “&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edgar Allen Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll3xgtiH571qzfucto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Suddenly I realize&lt;br /&gt;That if I stepped out of my body I would break&lt;br /&gt;Into blossom.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkzrriaybr1qze11co1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-5679650982183261370?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5679650982183261370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5679650982183261370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5679650982183261370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5679650982183261370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/06/ride-me-southbound-all-way-to-georgia.html' title='Ride me a southbound all the way to Georgia... till the train, it run out of track.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-4141675257021532143</id><published>2011-05-28T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T06:38:23.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Loves to Levitate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/N*D-qHqL37497X8MGnz9xQm8l1dzJTxOoBjyJKFlCw3*U-wUvOaAcOoQ9gQ1kYFjQXn*Cm4UyepZ-a3QtB9L*r*oleQfwIGg/NatsumiHayashi00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natsumi Hayashi is a sweet-looking Japanese girl who, one day, decided to take self-portraits..of herself levitating. She can be spotted in and around Tokyo, equipped with her SLR and her self-timer. When she feels the moment strike, she presses the shutter button down and then, quite literally, "jumps" into place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What I love most about her shots is that they don't feel forced. Natsumi has a way of making us feel as though she naturally levitates throughout life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/N*D-qHqL376cSelB1DuoO*Q1oUjAXObGCNp6KVpVoR2N4iL0rr6kkiPC76sqr2TdcfJ7EAkr1*hvOq347eeOsma*5yLo00qG/NatsumiHayashi2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/9Mzp02XcOwKplcZBFXnyULJ4r01YadxuiseqJfGQ*SGbQiiLmJVKsqn2vez0xaBcbSEAeVjOHLSidC9yX*48UChaer5KHI0R/NatsumiHayashi14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/WlmgVp3ew8PZ3AgHRkaf14wgfTz*V3m5qJrywTcNV-EoCRnANY69x13QBSJcYFS5EtwgVBjlb8dZ39EXgrAOzsmUAwzyp6tT/NatsumiHayashi9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/krrcAiAhe0L*7SneShCZn18*PUhsJwoecybUfZaN4NzRYoXhZIkd2CMuKoUBteLZgmQcLB0Pm1--cN5KS-C9tyGt4j*7qmqB/NatsumiHayashi8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/WlmgVp3ew8N-48uuuhj6gar9mL9xntPHpBTJ0XbxfzO6eVGtOjHjtzu2xhVcYI0pJIsfDWr1YxsbcXNeIEE4otgMs8P7zQgG/NatsumiHayashi12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/33B2Yg9x1BcsPGezevfIdaeNwGNVBof1kLA1vHhAZE0LLTxonRLYMP*rfPMLUPTYsQqy0RtkFHEMbL4bHvtQSQfKw6y03s1L/NatsumiHayashi4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/xFJkH0X2GcUgvSQi8vI*sUj7xcX9PCcax5G6lIOmL-DT*XhNGO3MhvyZT8rgDUNOfcJ-cekKR5zO51DC8CQwc0KFZcvGe0*H/NatsumiHayashi7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/33B2Yg9x1Bek9H2*O6ZM-oFfDqqqfBU72Dl44*L1MiDYssjveKufs1vB0A6tIRyXEsd6Y*5r0pT-8XXl5iAyBGwB5H4CtcWX/NatsumiHayashi11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/WlmgVp3ew8N9OosEWl9EuwpvswWjoDGDQHw*5ipxSPi5VSE4dYcIsKmXeJ0YopNOVvh5InjH3cRn1WQJVBeH9Fx5cg4pYkLB/NatsumiHayashi1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/jJtB5BHwd-eoO2tvA-wMmaF0wFR0VGnPmJ1SXtKLxf9UbOd0-yFNWeVtYs5Fcomf3vmvhOsIm0jelK8rW8JYcBL3qVHUJpuR/NatsumiHayashi13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/Da8439VZYoshGRNqYqbjbLPt1eOFqqBt33Ov2uRW1g-TGGQMtuOtU7UqqCPycw2QUkbRCL7jnX6O8LW-ZDW8qx6lgZ6QEM4M/NatsumiHayashi5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://api.ning.com/files/33B2Yg9x1BeaGwJ4eKISScgJ-*5mcUFybvRsoHfEicclCCRdjr34btCCpb-OmUlYQQf6rPU*ZKtnhYSBYhqlSq2-atojx*B1/NatsumiHayashi6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"We are all surrounded by social stress as we are bound by the forces of earth's gravity," Natsumi says when asked why she took on the series. "So, I hope that people feel something like an instant release from their stressful days by seeing my levitation photos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yowayowacamera.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/the-girl-who-loves-to-levitate"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-4141675257021532143?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4141675257021532143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=4141675257021532143&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4141675257021532143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4141675257021532143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/girl-who-loves-to-levitate.html' title='The Girl Who Loves to Levitate.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2909661002513919294</id><published>2011-05-26T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:17:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yourself, only better: in cartoon (my little) pony form.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://generalzoi.deviantart.com/art/MLP-FiM-Pony-Creator-Beta-210228500"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/j5dtti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://generalzoi.deviantart.com/art/MLP-FiM-Pony-Creator-Beta-210228500"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to make your own.&lt;br /&gt;It's the neatest little program!&lt;br /&gt;(It makes my inner child happy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2909661002513919294?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2909661002513919294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2909661002513919294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2909661002513919294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2909661002513919294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/yourself-only-better-in-cartoon-my.html' title='yourself, only better: in cartoon (my little) pony form.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/j5dtti_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8268946531572922296</id><published>2011-05-19T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:41:31.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kirsten dunst at the premiere of 'melancholia' at cannes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llg5fkTV7b1qg5t1po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llfcd6Vkw91qg5t1po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lle9ejW9iP1qg5t1po1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;{&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahkikidunst.tumblr.com"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-8268946531572922296?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8268946531572922296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8268946531572922296&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8268946531572922296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8268946531572922296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/kirsten-dunst-at-premiere-of.html' title='kirsten dunst at the premiere of &apos;melancholia&apos; 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Hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenvogue.com/teamvogue/blogs/intern/2007/03/meet-mary-kate.html"&gt;mary kate steinmiller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friedaandnellie.com/"&gt;frieda &amp;amp; nellie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-5691246188403931400?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5691246188403931400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5691246188403931400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5691246188403931400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5691246188403931400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/mk-steinmillerfrieda-nellie.html' title='mk steinmiller/frieda &amp; nellie.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrHPlwTiPFg/TTnGjJ-Q0kI/AAAAAAAAMSk/SrfmN8LqnjY/s72-c/Mary_Kate_Steinmiller-01-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1306424023738637975</id><published>2011-05-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:30:39.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my junior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 445px; height: 568px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/30shi5y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Just a picture one of my little cousins who is pretty much an extension of my heart in human form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She put my glasses and necklace on. She's Chelsea jr, as evidenced by the hipster frames and ornate costume jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was a wonderful day full of those mouth-open giggles and pure childish innocence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;More people should be in touch with their inner child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-1306424023738637975?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1306424023738637975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1306424023738637975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1306424023738637975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1306424023738637975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-junior.html' title='my junior.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/30shi5y_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5853825854105350339</id><published>2011-05-14T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T16:51:53.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you.” -Lost In Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2ef8it2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 40th birthday to the beautiful, intelligent, and always stylish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sofia Carmina Coppola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire me more than anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8695241/11_12_large.jpg?1302466621" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll7adnWETW1qzzsiqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll743vk84y1qd7czao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll69jq12Fu1qk5o5fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8517652/tumblr_liu8bbnUkK1qisxvio1_500_large.png?1301946852" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7170211/1-Sofia-Coppola-by-Katharina-Poblotzki_large.jpg?1297785332" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll520xzasV1qim5w7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 652px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll5smr5bDL1qa7yizo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll4fi0mp3G1qb4p7uo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/4214233/sofia-coppola-louis-vuitton-sc-cobalt-calf-leather-bag-4_large.jpg?1286267504" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-5853825854105350339?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5853825854105350339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5853825854105350339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5853825854105350339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5853825854105350339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-you-know-who-you-are-and-what-you.html' title='“The more you know who you are and what you want, the less you let things upset you.” -Lost In Translation'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/2ef8it2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1488046053751487615</id><published>2011-05-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T22:51:27.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the number 46 rule of being a lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therulesofladies.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 306px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkpmebgpAN1qjnt7yo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/486890496431066036-1488046053751487615?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1488046053751487615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1488046053751487615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1488046053751487615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1488046053751487615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/number-46-rule-of-being-lady.html' title='the number 46 rule of being a lady.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6635630379784160826</id><published>2011-05-11T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:27:03.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rachel mcadams at cannes "midnight in paris" premiere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought these pictures were too beautiful not to make a post about. I literally coo-ed out an audible gasp when I saw her. In these pictures, everything is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 732px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/qrkx79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 590px; height: 875px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/j5e5oo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 590px; height: 860px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/qn1i8p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;(I'm also jealous of the man she's dating, I am quite fond of Michael Sheen.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-6635630379784160826?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6635630379784160826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6635630379784160826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6635630379784160826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6635630379784160826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/rachel-mcadams-at-cannes-midnight-in.html' title='rachel mcadams at cannes &quot;midnight in paris&quot; premiere.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/qrkx79_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1966655278081053482</id><published>2011-05-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:59:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHD1TqXTwk4/TcYjAGmiotI/AAAAAAAAB_k/nTcwVjjh3aI/s1600/toqdi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 570px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oHD1TqXTwk4/TcYjAGmiotI/AAAAAAAAB_k/nTcwVjjh3aI/s400/toqdi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604205270988399314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;got some pretty sweet henna done today at art rock 2011. she even put purple glitter on it.&lt;br /&gt;amazing day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-1966655278081053482?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1966655278081053482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1966655278081053482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1966655278081053482'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>life lessons from the 1968 playboy bunny club manual</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I thought this was a quirky little vintage treat.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought it was a humorous little piece of Playboy history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/bunnymanual1-303x640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-351.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-321.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-319.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thehairpin.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Picture-153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;{&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.explayboybunnies.com/history/bunnymanual/bunnymanual1.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-8894214837659023079?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8894214837659023079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8894214837659023079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8894214837659023079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8894214837659023079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-lessons-from-1968-playboy-bunny.html' title='life lessons from the 1968 playboy bunny club manual'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3421263511483107030</id><published>2011-04-29T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T19:38:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness is a blessing, oh sadness i'm your girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;lykke li is pretty much my favorite solo female artist right now, right next to the lovely sia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if you've never heard of her, she's swedish, and more of an indie music artist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;. her voice is one of the most unique yet beautiful things i've ever heard. the melancholy and the sadness that she reflects both on her face and in her singing is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;i know places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3P2o5gryfs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K3P2o5gryfs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upnTg2GPgTM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upnTg2GPgTM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;get some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TTPGAy5H_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-TTPGAy5H_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdZLiORITBg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdZLiORITBg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;sadness is a blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xu-b3u5jDiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xu-b3u5jDiU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/486890496431066036-3421263511483107030?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3421263511483107030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3421263511483107030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3421263511483107030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3421263511483107030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/sadness-is-blessing-oh-sadness-im-your.html' title='sadness is a blessing, oh sadness i&apos;m your girl'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-4388812738266311768</id><published>2011-04-27T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:21:33.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ani castillo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2u5z7ye.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/9un3pl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2hok93r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see more of her sweet work at her&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/88563373@N00"&gt; flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-4388812738266311768?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4388812738266311768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=4388812738266311768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4388812738266311768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4388812738266311768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/ani-castillo.html' title='ani castillo'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i56.tinypic.com/2u5z7ye_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6678262128714436325</id><published>2011-04-26T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:37:49.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flower crown &amp; summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few different tutorials on how to make flower crowns.&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'll be draping my head with this summer ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/blog/2011/03/diy-flower-crown.html"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 652px; height: 439px;" src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae9388330147e322ff16970b-800wi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae938833014e5fc8124a970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 646px; height: 431px;" src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae938833014e5fc8124a970c-800wi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;step one: create a circle that fits comfortably around your head, that is easy to take on and off. i tripled the amount of wire and then wrapped a fourth time around to make it extra sturdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 654px; height: 215px;" src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae938833014e5fc8147d970c-800wi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step two: cut your first bloom and place it in the desired direction on the crown. using a small 4 inch piece of wire, wrap the bloom tightly with wire to the circle with pliers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 214px;" src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae938833014e5fc81691970c-800wi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue doing so with more blooms, layering the flowers on top and side by side one another until you start to build a full crown of pretty flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 214px;" src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae938833014e5fc818a0970c-800wi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can continue all the way around the circle and fill the entire crown with flowers or leave about one third of the crown empty as i did with my crown. if you do decide to leave an open space on your crown you will want to wrap the exposed wire with floral tape and i did below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 654px; height: 215px;" src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae9388330147e3230cd7970b-800wi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step three. the floral tape is slightly sticky so tightly wrap the exposed wires together from one end to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 439px;" src="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/.a/6a00e554f1ae938833014e5fc81d33970c-800wi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://bleubirdvintage.typepad.com/blog/2011/03/diy-flower-crown.html"&gt;bleubird vintage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="225" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=d1cfc8c632&amp;amp;photo_id=3804588352"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=d1cfc8c632&amp;amp;photo_id=3804588352" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://pearls-in-your-hair.blogspot.com/2009/08/flower-crown-tutorial.html"&gt;pearls in your hair &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-6678262128714436325?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6678262128714436325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6678262128714436325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6678262128714436325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6678262128714436325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/flower-crown-summer.html' title='flower crown &amp; summer'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-4667521216018908822</id><published>2011-04-26T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T16:28:27.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>michelle williams for interview magazine, 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 646px; height: 906px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/dT6v6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 403px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/3mDiX.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 840px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/Oh56D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 844px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/zaXrI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 651px; height: 963px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/zZkB7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ph.: MIKAEL JANSSON&lt;br /&gt;styling.: KARL TEMPLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-4667521216018908822?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4667521216018908822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=4667521216018908822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4667521216018908822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/4667521216018908822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/michelle-williams-for-interview.html' title='michelle williams for interview magazine, 2011.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7677986597185127933</id><published>2011-04-13T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:02:05.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>living with chronic bitchface.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 761px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lioaniyNRk1qzzefvo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.krisatomic.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by krisatomic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7677986597185127933?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8144667432418262025</id><published>2011-04-13T14:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:52:59.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like someone in a high fever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Henry suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness. By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She lacks the courage of her personality, which is sensual, heavy with experience. Her role alone preoccupies her. She invents dramas in which she always stars. I am sure she creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings, but I feel that her share in it is a pose. That night, in spite of my response to her, she sought to be whatever she felt I wanted her to be. She is an actress every moment. I cannot grasp the core of June. Everything Henry has said about her is true.I wanted to run out and kiss her fantastic beauty and say: “June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never know again who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your childlike pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madnesses.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anais Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-8144667432418262025?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8144667432418262025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8144667432418262025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8144667432418262025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8144667432418262025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-someone-in-high-fever.html' title='Like someone in a high fever.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3908753255725684240</id><published>2011-04-13T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:04:21.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He said that death was his father's road to awe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj37j58Obw1qcu85yo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I’m nobody. I’m a tramp, a bum, a hobo. I’m a boxcar and a jug of wine… and a straight razor—if you get too close to me.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Charles Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj1i96Qdjp1qcmy8fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Muhammad Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nudonudo/5578385640/sizes/m/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5578385640_b693ef342b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-White Oleander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljatquLML21qaa871o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You’re the only girl I’ve seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-F.Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj7enoEPIu1qgx2opo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Who gave them the absolute ‘truth’? There is nothing absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                    &lt;br /&gt;-Frida Kahlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 265px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li6o2huhz91qazkdco1_400.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;For the earth is only an atom in the universe of worlds.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                    &lt;br /&gt;-Edgar Cayce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chasestarr.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh01voFK1K1qbqzz6o1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I will be dying and so will you, and so will everyone here. That’s what I want to explore. We’re all hurtling towards death, yet here we are for the moment, alive. Each of us knowing we’re going to die, each of us secretly believing we won’t&lt;/span&gt;.”                                                    &lt;br /&gt;-Synecdoche, NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg4bi2S1sw1qa6x26o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;No, no. Listen, listen. He said that if they dug his father’s body up, it would be gone. They planted a seed over his grave. The seed became a tree. Moses said his father became a part of that tree. He grew into the wood, into the bloom. And when a sparrow ate the tree’s fruit, his father flew with the birds. He said… death was his father’s road to awe.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-The Fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-3908753255725684240?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3908753255725684240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3908753255725684240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3908753255725684240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3908753255725684240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-said-that-death-was-his-fathers-road.html' title='He said that death was his father&apos;s road to awe.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5184/5578385640_b693ef342b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-9021981961197374871</id><published>2011-03-20T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:12:59.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the uncertainty principle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhb7kssImO1qzfucto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Whenever a limiting thought or belief arises, ask yourself, “What could be the only outcome from believing this?” When it is realized how life only confirms the validity of any thought or belief for as long as it is being believed, you’ll gain the insight to see through every false claim any thought or belief suggests. Soon, you’ll lose interest in assuming any limiting possibility is the only possibility for you.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;-Matt Kahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 802px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li2wg3Twef1qdbyqso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    “&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;-e.e. cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li3rs2dYvo1qb3tg7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: sluts just heal quicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;-Sophia Petrillo, The Golden Girls&lt;http: com="" jpg=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhchtlfXIm1qzys01o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/http:&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Earth is the cradle of the mind, we cannot live forever in a cradle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;-Konstantin Tsiokovsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_li04yzm6XA1qf7ikto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                      &lt;br /&gt;-Chuck Palahniuk, Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhmbf2PxLv1qzoaqio1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     “&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                      &lt;br /&gt;-Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lg5n5uJjHH1qdvytko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-9021981961197374871?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9021981961197374871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=9021981961197374871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/9021981961197374871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/9021981961197374871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/uncertainty-principle.html' title='the uncertainty principle.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1274348249885198829</id><published>2011-02-22T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:25:51.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how about remembering your divinity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;One of my favorite songs about life and enlightenment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about getting off of these antibiotics  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about stopping eating when I'm filled up  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about them transparent dangling carrots  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about that ever elusive kudo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you India  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you terror  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you disillusionment  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you frailty  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you consequence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you thank you silence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about me not blaming you for everything  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about me enjoying the moment for once  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about how good it feels to finally forgive you  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How about grieving it all one at a time  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you India  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you terror  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you disillusionment  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you frailty  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you consequence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you thank you silence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The moment I let go of it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The moment I got more than I could handle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The moment I jumped off of it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The moment I touched down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about no longer being masochistic  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about remembering your divinity  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How about not equating death with stopping  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you India  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you providence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you disillusionment  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you nothingness  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you clarity  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you thank you silence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NL1Nu3qZLdg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NL1Nu3qZLdg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="510" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/486890496431066036-1274348249885198829?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1274348249885198829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1274348249885198829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1274348249885198829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1274348249885198829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-about-remembering-your-divinity.html' title='how about remembering your divinity?'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2759420716895606015</id><published>2011-02-17T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T21:40:53.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotation(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these beautiful quotes found at my favorite tumblr, &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://arindelaney.tumblr.com"&gt;arindelaney&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Fernando Pessoa | Bernardo Soares, The Book of Disquiet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"You are in my guts and I am acting because you are alive. And meanwhile you are probably sleeping exhausted and happy in the arms of some brilliant whore, or maybe even the Swiss girl who wants to marry you. I cry out to you. I want to write you, of my love, that absurd faith which keeps me chaste, so chaste, that all I have ever touched or said to others becomes only the rehearsal for you, and preserved only for this. These others now pass the time, and even so little a way over the boundary, to kisses, and touches, I cry mercy and back away, frozen. I am in black, dressed more and more often in black now. I lost one of my red gloves at a cocktail party. I only have black ones left, and they are cold and comfortless."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sylvia Plath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“You are beautiful,” he said suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know?”&lt;br /&gt;“Because for women moonlight is the hardest light of all.”&lt;br /&gt;“Am I nice in the moonlight?”&lt;br /&gt;“You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald, Short Stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"She’s got the whole dark forest living inside of her."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Tom Waits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"With each new day it becomes more apparent to me that everything and everyone in this world is connected in some beautiful and inexplicable way, and the more I accept that, the more my world seems to come together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Andrew McMahon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Things rot. It was all about decay. I used flowers because they die."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Alexander McQueen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"And I fear my life will be over and I will have never lived it unfettered."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Ani DiFranco &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Franz Kafka in a letter to Max Brod, 1922.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Only absolute nonbeing is absolutely evil. Whatever exists to any degree of perfection has a grade of goodness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="padding-left: 30px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Mortimer Adler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like cubic zirconia, I only look real. I’m an imposter. The fact is, I am not like other people."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="authorNameRegular"&gt;Augusten Burrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If everyone isn’t beautiful, then no one is."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Buddha &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We’ve gone to sleep back to chest,  &lt;br /&gt;the way lips rejoin  &lt;br /&gt;after sighing."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Kirmen Uribe, &lt;em&gt;excerpt from&lt;/em&gt; The Kiss &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it."&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;b&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2759420716895606015?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2759420716895606015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2759420716895606015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2759420716895606015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2759420716895606015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/quotations.html' title='quotation(s)'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1556735366050835720</id><published>2011-02-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:13:09.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasures of the Flesh: Fernando Vicente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 491px;" src="http://ihazabucket.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/vincente01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ihazabucket.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/vincente02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ihazabucket.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/fv01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://ihazabucket.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/fv02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 498px;" src="http://ihazabucket.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/fv03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 494px;" src="http://ihazabucket.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/fv04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fernandovicente.es/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Vicente Website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2mquath.gif" /&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/486890496431066036-1556735366050835720?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1556735366050835720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1556735366050835720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1556735366050835720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1556735366050835720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/pleasures-of-flesh-fernando-vicente.html' title='Pleasures of the Flesh: Fernando Vicente.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i55.tinypic.com/2mquath_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6195130458965029933</id><published>2011-01-28T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T15:04:33.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise that I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?"-Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Make voyages. Attempt them. There’s nothing else.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                         &lt;br /&gt;-Tennessee Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfo0zxChD81qauurfo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                     &lt;br /&gt;-Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27931904@N08/3526166421/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfo2e346TN1qzbsiho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                      &lt;br /&gt;-Anne Sexton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leokqiy2Xb1qeaytlo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"on a day when&lt;br /&gt;we were dark&lt;br /&gt;and not so full of&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;we met&lt;br /&gt;what did we find?&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;everything, when we closed&lt;br /&gt;our eyes&lt;br /&gt;which anyway&lt;br /&gt;had never been open.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;once, we thought we&lt;br /&gt;loved each other&lt;br /&gt; who can reverse&lt;br /&gt;time?&lt;br /&gt;we tried.&lt;br /&gt;we stepped out&lt;br /&gt;of space&lt;br /&gt;into some new&lt;br /&gt;step of distance&lt;br /&gt;and fell—&lt;br /&gt;and not in love."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Carolyn M.Rodgers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_leeefcgVuK1qepwbko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="margin-top: 10px; width: 681px; height: 1px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There are two types of people - those who come into a room and say, “Well, here I am!” and those who come in and say, “Ah, there you are."&lt;br /&gt;-Frederick L. Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldm8oi9Y1M1qze11co1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby dest to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                        &lt;br /&gt;-Lemony Snicket,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Beatrice Letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marcinethequeen/4707079171/in/set-72157624291246378/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfgpaeqO1q1qzvjmyo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                        &lt;br /&gt;-Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6633070/tumblr_lfky1pfLWl1qcslzuo1_500_large.jpg?1296105767" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I find beauty in the unconventional and delight in the enigmatic.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfao7fVIN81qzz4fco1_r1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Empty-handed I entered the world&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot I leave it.&lt;br /&gt;My coming, my going —&lt;br /&gt;Two simple happenings&lt;br /&gt;That got entangled.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                        &lt;br /&gt;-Kozan Ichikyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/6202526/tumblr_lenhoy2vgJ1qbjh0go1_500_large.jpg?1294774590" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                          &lt;br /&gt;-Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://on-thebias.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4025442/tumblr_l8y2qwZAMF1qc5kr8o1_500_large.jpg?1285246460" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-6195130458965029933?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6195130458965029933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6195130458965029933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6195130458965029933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6195130458965029933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/does-my-sexiness-upset-you-does-it-come.html' title='&quot;Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise that I dance like I&apos;ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs?&quot;-Maya Angelou'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-741967635963282102</id><published>2011-01-17T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:46:28.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Untranslatable Words from Around the World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="link-body"&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Toska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Russian&lt;/em&gt; – &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=l00OTAOKbesC&amp;amp;pg=PA141&amp;amp;lpg=PA141&amp;amp;dq=No+single+word+in+English+renders+all+the+shades+of+toska.+At+its+deepest+and+most+painful,+it+is+a+sensation+of+great+spiritual+anguish,+often+without+any+specific+cause.+At+less+morbid+levels+it+is+a+dull+ache+of+the+soul,+a+longing+with+nothing+to+long+for,+a+sick+pining,+a+vague+restlessness,+mental+throes,+yearning.+In+particular+cases+it+may+be+the+desire+for+somebody+of+something+specific,+nostalgia,+love-sickness.+At+the+lowest+level+it+grades+into+ennui,+boredom.%22&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=Bz1Cxj_ib5&amp;amp;sig=owd0Mk547v8iG2EElgyp1Eotlh8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=ZN61TOjCDMH38AbJ48GWDA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=3&amp;amp;ved=0CBkQ6AEwAg#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=No%20single%20word%20in%20English%20renders%20all%20the%20shades%20of%20toska.%20At%20its%20deepest%20and%20most%20painful%2C%20it%20is%20a%20sensation%20of%20great%20spiritual%20anguish%2C%20often%20without%20any%20specific%20cause.%20At%20less%20morbid%20levels%20it%20is%20a%20dull%20ache%20of%20the%20soul%2C%20a%20longing%20with%20nothing%20to%20long%20for%2C%20a%20sick%20pining%2C%20a%20vague%20restlessness%2C%20mental%20throes%2C%20yearning.%20In%20particular%20cases%20it%20may%20be%20the%20desire%20for%20somebody%20of%20something%20specific%2C%20nostalgia%2C%20love-sickness.%20At%20the%20lowest%20level%20it%20grades%20into%20ennui%2C%20boredom.%22&amp;amp;f=false" target="_blank"&gt;Vladmir Nabokov&lt;/a&gt; describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Mamihlapinatapei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yagan&lt;/em&gt; (indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego) – “the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Jayus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indonesian&lt;/em&gt; – “A joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Iktsuarpok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Inuit&lt;/em&gt; – “To go outside to check if anyone is coming.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Litost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Czech&lt;/em&gt; – Milan Kundera, author of &lt;em&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;/em&gt;, remarked that “As for the meaning of this word, I have looked in vain in other languages for an equivalent, though I find it difficult to imagine how anyone can understand the human soul without it.” The closest definition is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Kyoikumama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Japanese&lt;/em&gt; – “A mother who relentlessly pushes her children toward academic achievement” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Tartle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scottish&lt;/em&gt; – The act of hestitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Ilunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tshiluba&lt;/em&gt; (Southwest Congo) – A word famous for its untranslatability, most professional translators pinpoint it as the stature of a person “who is ready to forgive and forget any first abuse, tolerate it the second time, but never forgive nor tolerate on the third offense.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Prozvonit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Czech&lt;/em&gt; – This word means to call a mobile phone and let it ring once so that the other person will call back, saving the first caller money. In Spanish, the phrase for this is “&lt;em&gt;Dar un toque&lt;/em&gt;,” or, “To give a touch.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Cafuné&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brazilian Portuguese&lt;/em&gt; – “The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Schadenfreude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;German&lt;/em&gt; – Quite famous for its meaning that somehow other languages neglected to recognize, this refers to the feeling of pleasure derived by seeing another’s misfortune. I guess “America’s Funniest Moments of Schadenfreude” just didn’t have the same ring to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. Torschlusspanik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;German&lt;/em&gt; – Translated literally, this word means “gate-closing panic,” but its contextual meaning refers to “the fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. Wabi-Sabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Japanese&lt;/em&gt; – Much has been written on this &lt;a href="http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/10-extraordinarily-useful-japanese-phrases-for-travelers/" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; concept, but in a sentence, one might be able to understand it as “a way of living that focuses on finding beauty within the imperfections of life and accepting peacefully the natural cycle of growth and decay.” (&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2009/05/01/5-more-difficult-words-to-translate/"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14. Dépaysement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; – The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Tingo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pascuense&lt;/em&gt; (Easter Island) – Hopefully this isn’t a word you’d need often: “the act of taking objects one desires from the house of a friend by gradually borrowing all of them.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16. Hyggelig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danish&lt;/em&gt; – Its “literal” translation into English gives connotations of a warm, friendly, cozy demeanor, but it’s unlikely that these words truly capture the essence of a &lt;em&gt;hyggelig&lt;/em&gt;; it’s likely something that must be experienced to be known.  I think of good friends, cold beer, and a warm fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. L’appel du vide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;French&lt;/em&gt; – “The call of the void” is this French expression’s literal translation, but more significantly it’s used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Ya’aburnee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Arabic&lt;/em&gt; – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19. Duende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spanish&lt;/em&gt; – While originally used to describe a mythical, spritelike entity that possesses humans and creates the feeling of awe of one’s surroundings in nature, its meaning has transitioned into referring to “the mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person.” There’s actually a nightclub in the town of La Linea de la Concepcion, where I teach, named after this word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20. Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portuguese&lt;/em&gt; – One of the most beautiful of all words, translatable or not, this word “refers to the feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.” Fado music, a type of mournful singing, relates to &lt;em&gt;saudade&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-741967635963282102?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/741967635963282102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=741967635963282102&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/741967635963282102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/741967635963282102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/20-untranslatable-words-from-around_17.html' title='20 Untranslatable Words from Around the World.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8965727904789793540</id><published>2011-01-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:16:27.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER LET ME GO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite books by Kazuo Ishiguro turned into a hauntingly beautiful film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 288px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/30aaxcy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 701px; height: 288px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/23ifng9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 703px; height: 289px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/339hxmv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 288px;" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/s5ijno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 288px;" src="http://i51.tinypic.com/28c0nbc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 288px;" src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2nq1id.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 288px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/296k9hi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 288px;" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/xpdaxk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 288px;" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/1zvaogj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 292px;" src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1rt8nl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all screen caps by me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-8965727904789793540?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8965727904789793540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8965727904789793540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8965727904789793540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8965727904789793540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/never-let-me-go.html' title='NEVER LET ME GO.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/30aaxcy_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6830780708852614538</id><published>2011-01-10T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:56:14.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heads up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A few of my favorite Charles Bukowski selections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;p&gt;you may not believe it&lt;br /&gt;but there are people&lt;br /&gt;who go through life with&lt;br /&gt;very little&lt;br /&gt;friction or&lt;br /&gt;distress.&lt;br /&gt;they dress well, eat&lt;br /&gt;well, sleep well.&lt;br /&gt;they are contented with&lt;br /&gt;their family&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;br /&gt;they have moments of&lt;br /&gt;grief&lt;br /&gt;but all in all&lt;br /&gt;they are undisturbed&lt;br /&gt;and often feel&lt;br /&gt;very good.&lt;br /&gt;and when they die&lt;br /&gt;it is an easy&lt;br /&gt;death, usually in their&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you may not believe&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;but such people do&lt;br /&gt;exist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;but i am not one of&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;oh no, I am not one of them,&lt;br /&gt;I am not even near&lt;br /&gt;to being&lt;br /&gt;one of&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;but they&lt;br /&gt;are there&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and I am&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Time was motionless while existence was a throbbing unbearable thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;your life is your life&lt;br /&gt;don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.&lt;br /&gt;be on the watch.&lt;br /&gt;there are ways out.&lt;br /&gt;there is a light somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;it may not be much light but&lt;br /&gt;it beats the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;be on the watch.&lt;br /&gt;the gods will offer you chances.&lt;br /&gt;know them.&lt;br /&gt;take them.&lt;br /&gt;you can’t beat death but&lt;br /&gt;you can beat death in life, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and the more often you learn to do it,&lt;br /&gt;the more light there will be.&lt;br /&gt;your life is your life.&lt;br /&gt;know it while you have it.&lt;br /&gt;you are marvelous&lt;br /&gt;the gods wait to delight&lt;br /&gt;in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                                                    &lt;table style="margin-top: 10px; width: 681px; height: 19px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px 10px 0px 20px; width: 1px;" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                                     &lt;td class="quote_source" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I will remember your small room&lt;br /&gt;the feel of you&lt;br /&gt;the light in the window&lt;br /&gt;your records&lt;br /&gt;your books&lt;br /&gt;our morning coffee&lt;br /&gt;our noons our nights&lt;br /&gt;our bodies spilled together&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;the tiny flowing currents&lt;br /&gt;immediate and forever&lt;br /&gt;your leg my leg&lt;br /&gt;your arm my arm&lt;br /&gt;your smile and the warmth&lt;br /&gt;of you&lt;br /&gt;who made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;all theories&lt;br /&gt;like clichés&lt;br /&gt;shot to hell,&lt;br /&gt;all these small faces&lt;br /&gt;looking up&lt;br /&gt;beautiful and believing;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to weep&lt;br /&gt;but sorrow is&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to believe&lt;br /&gt;but belief is a&lt;br /&gt;graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;we have narrowed it down to&lt;br /&gt;the butcher knife and the&lt;br /&gt;mockingbird.&lt;br /&gt;wish us&lt;br /&gt;luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;&lt;p&gt;if I never see you again&lt;br /&gt;I will always carry you&lt;br /&gt;inside&lt;br /&gt;outside&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;on my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;and at brain edges&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and in centers&lt;br /&gt;centers&lt;br /&gt;of what I am of&lt;br /&gt;what remains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-6830780708852614538?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6830780708852614538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6830780708852614538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6830780708852614538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6830780708852614538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/heads-up.html' title='heads up.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2317574711524027077</id><published>2010-12-30T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:14:56.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a personal note.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drastically &lt;/span&gt;in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's also about to get one last one, on the first day of 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, probably my best friend in the entire world, is leaving Saturday for Afghanistan for a job to help with the reconstruction. He'll be an important contractor staying mainly on the base, working closely with military and private sectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say now, 2 days before he leaves for his first 90 day shift, that the reality of having to say goodbye is setting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly crying, constantly hugging him, and just spending as much time as possible with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. They are crazy people most of the time...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but they are mine&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm happy to call them my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 509px; height: 679px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs051.snc6/168191_1703466557540_1564264113_31725077_7856584_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;Be safe take care I'll be home soon Dad&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;He got me these dog tags while at the army/navy store, buying all of the different provisions he needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you, Dad. Best of luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2317574711524027077?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2317574711524027077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2317574711524027077&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2317574711524027077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2317574711524027077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-personal-note.html' title='On a personal note.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-512877238725972943</id><published>2010-12-20T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:18:32.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and amazing time ringing in 2011! Thank you for always being so very lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chelsea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-512877238725972943?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/512877238725972943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=512877238725972943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/512877238725972943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/512877238725972943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-hope-everyone-has-wonderful-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2759555011323399197</id><published>2010-12-20T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T16:08:42.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black swan, part 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/zxn2af.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/1zoupuf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/246l2zn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1y5s0p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/9vefm0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2pqkosn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/10gin21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/10rnxpk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/25sa8a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/9i7fol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2cs9a43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/11v2mup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2o5r4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/xf72f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/33pfs5x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/5pahe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2759555011323399197?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2759555011323399197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2759555011323399197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2759555011323399197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2759555011323399197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-swan-part-2.html' title='black swan, part 2.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i51.tinypic.com/zxn2af_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-8084595985068434528</id><published>2010-12-19T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T00:14:35.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happened to my sweet girl? (act I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to a little 6-screen movie theater the other night (the little independent theaters make me weak at the knees) &amp;amp; saw Black Swan...which I have been waiting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; for since announced. It did not disappoint.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Here are screencaps from the movie which I all edited to not look like a fuzzy DVD screener, but be warned-they contain huge plot points &amp;amp; spoilers. &lt;/span&gt;I hope everyone will see this-Aronofsky is one of my favorite directors &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of all time.&lt;/span&gt; Natalie Portman played her best role thus far, &amp;amp; I would be profoundly surprised if she doesn't win an award for this psychologically exhausting movie. I especially loved the way they paid attention to the pale hues/colors that ballerinas wear, even down to the tiny idiosyncrasies that current or former dancers will appreciate. On a subconscious level, It makes me want to take up ballet and point again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're a fan of the composer, Clint Mansell...the Black Swan OST is out now and, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;, hauntingly beautiful. I still can't quite grasp how that man knows how to metamorphosize so many vibrations into actual human emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART I BLACK SWAN SCREENCAPS. PART 2 COMING A.S.A.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/343n9fd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2r751eq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2mfapua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2927fhh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/21nlgsg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/255qopi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/bdno1x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2nb4u38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2wmlxuf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/15qxn9t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/vfigrl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/mrwrkl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2vtsfhu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="FLICKR.COM/QUITECHEEKYGIRL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/2zeikgw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2ef861d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2e1aucp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2zoktxs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/486890496431066036-8084595985068434528?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8084595985068434528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8084595985068434528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8084595985068434528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8084595985068434528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-happened-to-my-sweet-girl-act-i.html' title='what happened to my sweet girl? (act I)'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/343n9fd_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-659350673607584329</id><published>2010-12-13T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T12:59:36.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all good things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;some various gifs &amp;amp; screencaps from the movie, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all good things&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/29ljqqv.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2zejmg7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/quitecheekygirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/rbeb9u.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/486890496431066036-659350673607584329?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/659350673607584329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=659350673607584329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/659350673607584329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/659350673607584329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-good-things.html' title='all good things.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/29ljqqv_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6793335079224478633</id><published>2010-12-11T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T23:47:08.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh wow, lovely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassie Ainsworth is my absolute favorite character from skins, s1 &amp;amp; s2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Actually, she's one of my favorite characters from any show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 564px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4083594/tumblr_l9djirwRDd1qdtveao1_400_large.jpg?1285538653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1783980/tumblr_ky6jq0aGGL1qzbqvao1_500_large.png?1269715324" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3643724/4559241476_0a3c08d294_z_large.jpg?1283210150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 295px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4166427/tumblr_l9mtnwlAaB1qbs8umo1_400_large.png?1286024109" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4644241/tumblr_l6he76A5qR1qa33qmo1_500_large.jpg?1288289372" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4538063/tumblr_kv1pieUsZL1qzr7ibo1_500_large.png?1287815854" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4722758/tumblr_lb6u07wMfI1qea6ylo1_500_large.jpg?1288657590" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4741992/tumblr_lba54tfazh1qds28qo1_500_large.jpg?1288739401" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3852023/tumblr_l7mnvc0Cr91qb1u30o1_500_large.png?1284258991" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3246585/tumblr_l6ecpipXN61qby5ivo1_500_large.jpg?1280978390" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1489948/tumblr_kwo23dbBej1qzyagco1_500_large.jpg?1265994745" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5338512/tumblr_l3v44yHk5Q1qzbu6lo1_500_large.png?1291583168" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5316981/tumblr_lcujxcDgyq1qaritoo1_500_large.png?1291500368" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 503px; height: 282px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5454476/tumblr_lapdxfMvRu1qa91puo1_500_large.jpg?1292096245" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5459220/tumblr_ld9rnrPO9o1qz4d4bo1_500_large.png?1292110636" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5212598/3970659381_edc6ca7b81_o_large.jpg?1290971957" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5130439/tumblr_lboo2ugpWR1qdupeqo1_500_large.png?1290626937" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5072260/tumblr_lc36kjMWk11qc6y8wo1_500_large.jpg?1290356944" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4576213/tumblr_laib5t7Pig1qco0iio1_500_large.jpg?1287969653" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3858126/tumblr_l8mpmh6qQ31qbjwplo1_500_large.png?1284288234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/3472984/4126255454_ed8264a890_z_large.jpg?1282351353" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 282px;" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5018390/tumblr_lc1qzhjnMy1qbxmnyo1_500_large.gif?1290094616" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; "I'll love you forever, Sid."&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"You will?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Yes. That's the problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You like me. You like me. Look up, if you like me. Look up, if you like me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your choice, Sid. Everything is your choice. Wake up Sid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like the things that I like, but I love everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, wow...lovely! No, but I like that you're funny looking..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like reading really big books with big words. And holding the book up to my face so that no one can see me. And then taking it down again, so that everyone can. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My husband will wear his glasses all the time. Even in the shower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you think about it, the world is so huge and people ask 'What are you going to do?', as if you can do that much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I collect love heart sweets: you can change the messages if you scratch them, you just need a pin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;all images via weheartit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-6793335079224478633?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6793335079224478633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6793335079224478633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6793335079224478633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6793335079224478633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-wow-lovely.html' title='oh wow, lovely.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1529383478212564337</id><published>2010-12-10T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:42:04.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>contempt with bardot/une femme est une femme with karina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some screencaps i took of these two movies. enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/nn1awi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/vytjpi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2vsf66o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/5lou3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/24n3dyo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2ccxs39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/23tl4oz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2s84e1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i52.tinypic.com/2wf8w2c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/2e66m21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/iqyp34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/lflzr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/14sd4s3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2crkkno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/1zntxud.jpg" /&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/486890496431066036-1529383478212564337?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1529383478212564337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1529383478212564337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1529383478212564337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1529383478212564337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/contempt-with-bardotune-femme-est-une.html' title='contempt with bardot/une femme est une femme with karina.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i52.tinypic.com/nn1awi_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2624465641362486458</id><published>2010-12-10T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T18:21:56.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, the weather outside is frightful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcwxkaEKiX1qdqctyo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Carl Sagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krisatomic/3391527057/sizes/o/in/faves-marshmallow1234/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcuyn3rUXa1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To me, good talkers are beautiful because good talk is what I love.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-Andy Warhol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcw6rswnaB1qaafeio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;I wish we could sometimes love the characters in real life as we love the characters in romances. There are a great many human souls whom we should accept more kindly, and even appreciate more clearly, if we simply thought of them as people in a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-G.K. Chesterton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lctyhzCbUp1qzzsiqo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;Not knowing whether to wait or to forget is the worst kind of suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 832px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc0gsiwQed1qeb2ino1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;Living on borrowed experience is not living at all— as if your insatiable hunger could ever be satisfied by a mere description of the banquet. You yourself must attend the festivities and partake of the repast; you must sample and taste the various offerings to appease your belly. This is not to say that you should be heedless of the sometimes sage advice of those older and wiser and make a pig of yourself, only that growing without experiencing your own growing pains is not on the menu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Scott M. Gallagher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jane.tumblr.com/post/1648974902"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcaoo5Av8B1qc7j5lo1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force… We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent Mind. This Mind is the matrix of all matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Max Planck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lct99xHkfG1qattl2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will remember your small room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the feel of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the light in the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our morning coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our noons our nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our bodies spilled together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the tiny flowing currents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediate and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your leg my leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your arm my arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your smile and the warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who made me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bukowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcrmz7p95V1qan0ygo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Carl Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcx3d6usFI1qb5y3ho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone’s ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we’ll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that mankind’s destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it’s aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there’s a cat in a box somewhere who’s alive and dead at the same time (although if they don’t ever open the box to feed it it’ll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn’t even know that I’m alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman’s right to choose, a baby’s right to live, that while all human life is sacred there’s nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbzq2oyunC1qb9ukto1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Henri Louis Bergson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lct6xiPxcj1qagwh5o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;Cassie: I don’t know why I am the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;Sid: It’s alright.&lt;br /&gt;Cassie: No, it’s not alright. Something makes me hate everything. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-skins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9y1s75Q9H1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" class="quote" &gt;You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Isadora Duncan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-2624465641362486458?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2624465641362486458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2624465641362486458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2624465641362486458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2624465641362486458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='oh, the weather outside is frightful.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2227884208395713855</id><published>2010-12-01T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:40:29.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rose mcgowan for contributor magazine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 685px; height: 1000px;" src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/1511/contributorautumnwinter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 685px; height: 1000px;" src="http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/1511/contributorautumnwinter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 686px; height: 1006px;" src="http://img843.imageshack.us/img843/1511/contributorautumnwinter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 685px; height: 967px;" src="http://img826.imageshack.us/img826/1511/contributorautumnwinter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLNG6zI_l0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLNG6zI_l0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scans courtesy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rose-mcgowan.com/?p=1769"&gt;rose-mcgowan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/486890496431066036-2227884208395713855?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2227884208395713855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2227884208395713855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2227884208395713855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2227884208395713855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/rose-mcgowan-for-contributor-magazine.html' title='rose mcgowan for contributor magazine.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-5086590194935264869</id><published>2010-11-30T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:39:44.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the collective act of suffering/personal thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;I've only recently come to the robust conclusion that life is, in fact, a collective act of suffering. Some earlier, some later. Some constantly, some intermittently. Some deeply, some battling a faux war. Yet, we all feel it. It happens to every single one of us, no matter what medium it takes. Heartbreak, starvation, confusion, jealousy, death, anxiety. It's as though we're almost these poor, jagged creatures being polished and refined for someone else's greater purpose. It hurts like hell, and yet there's nothing greater than pain to let you know that you're still alive and capable of redirecting, of changing that suffering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-5086590194935264869?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5086590194935264869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=5086590194935264869&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5086590194935264869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/5086590194935264869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/collective-act-of-sufferingpersonal.html' title='the collective act of suffering/personal thoughts.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3657109115984893802</id><published>2010-11-29T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T18:17:02.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeux d'enfants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2vcf348.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i56.tinypic.com/dequqs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2qjiws1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/2hqtsgx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/11sh81x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i55.tinypic.com/2wpiedf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/vijpl4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/ax1enk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/2hgb8s8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.tinypic.com/126fk8n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/dxxsy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.tinypic.com/xfrx39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;All screencaps by/edited by me. 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Thanks :)&lt;/span&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/486890496431066036-3657109115984893802?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3657109115984893802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=3657109115984893802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3657109115984893802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/3657109115984893802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/jeux-denfants.html' title='jeux d&apos;enfants.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/2vcf348_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-3504969114975538771</id><published>2010-11-28T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:45:42.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, it's cold outside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8yholR7sG1qzl7pko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be always drunken.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters:&lt;br /&gt;that is the only question.&lt;br /&gt;If you would not feel&lt;br /&gt;the horrible burden of Time&lt;br /&gt;weighing on your shoulders&lt;br /&gt;and crushing you to the earth,&lt;br /&gt;be drunken continually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken with what?&lt;br /&gt;With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.&lt;br /&gt;But be drunken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Baudelaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hrstudioplus.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc8p8vUKXb1qzjus2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                              &lt;br /&gt;-Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/?p=5097"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lch5a2iunD1qzc9d2o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The knowledge that the atoms that comprise life on earth - the atoms that make up the human body, are traceable to the crucibles that cooked light elements into heavy elements in their core under extreme temperatures and pressures. These stars- the high mass ones among them- went unstable in their later years- they collapsed and then exploded- scattering their enriched guts across the galaxy- guts made of carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, and all the fundamental ingredients of life itself. These ingredients become part of gas clouds that condense, collapse, form the next generation of solar systems- stars with orbiting planets. And those planets now have the ingredients for life itself. So that when I look up at the night sky, and I know that yes we are part of this universe, we are in this universe, but perhaps more important than both of those facts is that the universe is in us. When I reflect on that fact, I look up- many people feel small, cause their small and the universe is big. But I feel big because my atoms came from those stars."&lt;br /&gt;-Neil deGrasse Tyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcik7xTiGI1qzh1cbo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohdeerly.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-dont-we-go-and-have-butterbeer-in.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbyqa8xYAs1qb1kauo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist, there are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges and absorbs the impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Nicole Krauss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5216967/tumblr_lcm3uqbuxm1qa0k7fo1_500_large.jpg?1290983997" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How does one become a butterfly?” she asked pensively. ”You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                    &lt;br /&gt;-Trina Paulus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/7168303@N02/2266324665/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcltjpnWmJ1qzxhoso1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Existence. It can be doubted very much whether existence is a perfection or degree of reality; for it can be doubted whether existence is one of those things that can be conceived — that is, one of the parts of essence; or whether it is only a certain imaginary concept, such as that of heat and cold, which is a denomination only of our perception, not of the nature of things. Yet if we consider more accurately, [we shall see] that we conceive something more when we think that a thing A exists, than when we think that it is possible. Therefore it seems to be true that existence is a certain degree of reality; or certainly that it is some relation to degrees of reality. Existence is not a degree of reality, however; for of every degree of reality it is possible to understand the existence as well as the possibility. Existence will therefore be the superiority of the degrees of reality of one thing over the degrees of reality of an opposed thing. That is, that which is more perfect than all things mutually incompatibles exists, and conversely what exists is more perfect than the non-existent, but it is not true that existence itself is a perfection, since it is only a certain comparative relation [comparatio] of perfections among themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                    &lt;br /&gt;-Robert Merrihew Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb13ngsX3D1qbi81no1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 718px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lck5ceBKgD1qba3hro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/beverly13/5213890154/in/faves-casinegro/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcmwg0nTo51qb7evco1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kotomi-jewelry/4903082430/sizes/l/in/set-72157624624354797/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lciem6YcSk1qaqxlbo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9z9ff6Sir1qzodwfo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='baby, it&apos;s cold outside.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6747251454244995766</id><published>2010-11-28T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:51:55.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 minutes with sofia coppola.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="437" height="288" id="viddler"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.viddler.com/player/f07b3fe0/"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="fake=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.viddler.com/player/f07b3fe0/" width="437" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="fake=1" name="viddler"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;she is my spirit animal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-6747251454244995766?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6747251454244995766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcesgy9T1O1qf5zibo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_laxb2o1K9R1qcktk9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb22z4Kbln1qcktk9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9v3ctcNDr1qaun7do1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbw6dkYVeF1qd6g1so1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcgs3lxQln1qzhkhao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lceqvgCrnm1qa83tpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbqn8nQ8sf1qc7b1go1_r2_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0z7ptdKHE1qzzxybo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/2lctl4l_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7807148393751452522</id><published>2010-11-22T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:04:38.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lullaby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/McEEiZU8t4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/McEEiZU8t4Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Send a wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Do the work and you'll go far&lt;br /&gt;Send a wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Make a map and there you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send a hope upon a wave&lt;br /&gt;A dying wish before the grave&lt;br /&gt;Send a hope upon a wave&lt;br /&gt;For all this souls you failed to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you stood tall&lt;br /&gt;Now you will fall&lt;br /&gt;Don't break the spell&lt;br /&gt;Of a life spent trying to do well&lt;br /&gt;And you stood tall&lt;br /&gt;Now you will fall&lt;br /&gt;Don't break the spell&lt;br /&gt;Of a life spent trying to do well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send a question in the wind&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;So send the question in the wind&lt;br /&gt;And give an answer to a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place your past into a book&lt;br /&gt;Put in everything you ever took&lt;br /&gt;Place your past into a book&lt;br /&gt;Burn the pages let them cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you stood tall&lt;br /&gt;Now you will fall&lt;br /&gt;Don't break the spell&lt;br /&gt;Of a life spent trying to do well&lt;br /&gt;And you stood tall&lt;br /&gt;Now you will fall&lt;br /&gt;Don't break the spell&lt;br /&gt;Of a life spent trying to do well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send a wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;Send a wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7807148393751452522?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7264305823142753187</id><published>2010-11-22T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:41:30.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF, (asshole.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAshZ7myz1U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hAshZ7myz1U?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applaud &lt;a href="http://albinwonderland.tumblr.com/"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7264305823142753187?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7264305823142753187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7264305823142753187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7264305823142753187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7264305823142753187'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&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/486890496431066036-8140534675302899726?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8140534675302899726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=8140534675302899726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8140534675302899726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/8140534675302899726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/holiday-spirit-by-audrey-malo.html' title='holiday spirit by audrey malo.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/33vnucp_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6267594139460225110</id><published>2010-11-19T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:05:45.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wizarding world of harry potter &amp; the magic kingdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 666px; height: 499px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs493.ash2/76631_1645251462199_1564264113_31608434_3024928_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 665px; height: 499px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs976.snc4/76973_1645249542151_1564264113_31608419_483748_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 664px; height: 498px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs946.snc4/73906_1645249742156_1564264113_31608420_7103377_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 665px; height: 499px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs983.snc4/75616_1645249822158_1564264113_31608421_7416498_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 655px; height: 868px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1172.snc4/154462_1645250022163_1564264113_31608423_7402688_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 664px; height: 468px;" 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Please credit this blog or flickr.com/quitecheekygirl. Thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-6267594139460225110?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6267594139460225110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6267594139460225110&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6267594139460225110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6267594139460225110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/wizarding-world-of-harry-potter-magic.html' title='the wizarding world of harry potter &amp; the magic kingdom.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-2272904369807547783</id><published>2010-11-15T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:03:29.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or a girl who makes potions in a traveling show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9AFMVMl9qE&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D9AFMVMl9qE&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm not one of those that can easily hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-2272904369807547783?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2272904369807547783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=2272904369807547783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2272904369807547783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/2272904369807547783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/or-girl-who-makes-potions-in-traveling.html' title='Or a girl who makes potions in a traveling show.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-434271862791278495</id><published>2010-11-11T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T23:53:55.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is already water.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                 &lt;br /&gt;-Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbr5v3JB221qzfucto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But to those who seek to turn their lives into remarkable portraits of brilliant creative expression, safe is a very dangerous place to be. Stop editing yourself. Your heart can’t take it anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                 &lt;br /&gt;-Scott Ginsberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbju4ey4Xy1qz7aauo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not the critic who counts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The credit belongs to the man &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who is actually in the arena, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who strives valiantly;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who errs and comes short again and again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who knows great enthusiasms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the great devotions; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who spends himself in a worthy cause; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; DARING GREATLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so that his place shall never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; with those timid souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; who know neither victory or defeat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Theodore Roosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbnowajv7M1qzi80do1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Language is a skin. I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Roland Barthes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbn16rGqIu1qzfucto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellow bird&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;): a person’s true love; the one person they are both externally and internally, both consciously and subconsciously attached to with the realization that those feelings will never die; the one person that they know they can’t live without if they find this person, they are the luckiest in the world. if not, they are eternally screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nudonudo/5159232729/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lblhe9fsan1qzzfrbo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wave does not need to die to become water. She is already water&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                  &lt;br /&gt;-Thich Nacht Hahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbol2g75wn1qb26t8o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you start running after something that’s not you, that you’ll never have, you’re just wasting your time. It’s better to bring out what you do have&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Anna Tsuchiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbj15o8R5C1qc7b1go1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see scars, failure, disorder, distortion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                    &lt;br /&gt;-Yohji Yamamoto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lblpl0KLC91qzxrxho1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To move the world we must first move ourselves&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                      &lt;br /&gt;-Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thankyouok.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-deer.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbfetjKquu1qcp0mfo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look, other bands, they want to make it about sex or pain, but you know, The Beatles, they had it all figured out, okay? “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” The first single. It’s effing brilliant, right?… That’s what everybody wants, Nicky. They don’t want a twenty-four-hour hump sesh, they don’t want to be married to you for a hundred years. They just want to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                       &lt;br /&gt;-Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lyre/4636659044/sizes/z/in/faves-pinkbow/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbkrad5QdC1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;‎&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world fascinates me,” she whispered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He smiled, “Good. Then we shall explore it all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                         &lt;br /&gt;-Short Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulordinaire.tumblr.com/post/1533627710/today-is-my-coworkers-birthday-this-is-her"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbo5fxkVzZ1qzqyumo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagine that human existence is defined by an Ache: the Ache of our not being, each of us, the center of the universe; of our desires forever outnumbering our means of satisfying them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                          &lt;br /&gt;-How To Be Alone&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbjn7lwis61qebenwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-The Secret History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://truebloodgifs.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbbwdbRa611qcs3sko1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-434271862791278495?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/434271862791278495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=434271862791278495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/434271862791278495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/434271862791278495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-is-already-water.html' title='She is already water.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-1405487320969439480</id><published>2010-11-07T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:52:13.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>constellations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhhw7YZbp1qzjggvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="quote"&gt;Many people suffer from the fear&lt;br /&gt;of finding oneself alone,&lt;br /&gt;and so they don’t find themselves&lt;br /&gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;”                                                 &lt;br /&gt;-Rollo May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/honeyfumblings/10530656/in/faves-38308972@N06/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbipraWkgO1qzgqhio1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" class="quote" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The artist is the creator of beautiful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The highest, as the lowest, form of criticism is a mode of autobiography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who find the ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are cultivated. For these there is hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The nineteenth century dislike of Romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All art is at once surface and symbol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All art is quite useless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9mjoycXJG1qzasc3o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/juliannaabegglen/4942691917/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhn8hanns1qzerjgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz8qyr6fRN1qa9z25o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbh75jYan11qzk2vso1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/54510733@N08/5041276821/sizes/l/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8vkdnThS1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elinanilsson/5132752213/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbe06uKDFE1qzrvo0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10330100@N06/4882887543/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbf6g8rJ6e1qzn34eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" class="quote" &gt;It is interesting what we find scary and what we find beautiful. It’s very close, sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;”&lt;br /&gt;                                    Karin Dreijer-Andersson&lt;/span&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbc9vzS2m41qa0nd6o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is this girl, I’ve never met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I speak with her everyday, religiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she describes her dreams to me in a way I truly understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we relate in every way imaginable, although we’ve never made eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in vast ways, she gives me hope and confidence in every stride I take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without her, more lightening would be bottled inside me then allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she opens me, devours my emotion with genuine permission by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there is this girl, I’ve never met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zac Meier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/audreyhepburncomplex/5123613464"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbcflrROQg1qzoozmo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="quote"&gt;I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren’t able to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;”                                                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-Margaret Cho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-1405487320969439480?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1405487320969439480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=1405487320969439480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1405487320969439480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/1405487320969439480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/constellations.html' title='constellations.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7987218185405782287</id><published>2010-11-01T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:39:10.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a speckle of my brain/randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lato0f09Wk1qa83tpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here’s to all the places we went. And all the places we’ll go. And here’s to me, whispering again and again and again and again: I love you&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;John Green, An Abundance of Katherines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8kljgjy31qds32zo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                          &lt;br /&gt;-Marcel Proust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8j5aA94M1qzfucto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody tells this to people who are beginners, I wish someone told me. All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap. For the first couple years you make stuff, it’s just not that good. It’s trying to be good, it has potential, but it’s not. But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, is still killer. And your taste is why your work disappoints you. A lot of people never get past this phase, they quit. Most people I know who do interesting, creative work went through years of this. We know our work doesn’t have this special thing that we want it to have. We all go through this. And if you are just starting out or you are still in this phase, you gotta know its normal and the most important thing you can do is do a lot of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week you will finish one story. It is only by going through a volume of work that you will close that gap, and your work will be as good as your ambitions. And I took longer to figure out how to do this than anyone I’ve ever met. It’s gonna take awhile. It’s normal to take awhile. You’ve just gotta fight your way through&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                          &lt;br /&gt;-Ira Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb8itsQHMY1qcxdnko1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a simple philosophy: Fill what’s empty. Empty what’s full. Scratch where it itches&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                          &lt;br /&gt;-Alice Roosevelt Longworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joettamaue.com/mixed%20media/august%202009/page2.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb14feaDGd1qapah0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s actually a rare and precious thing to discover what it is you love to do, and I encourage you to remain unapologetically consumed by it. Be faithful to your gift and very confident in its valu&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Jonathan Ive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb0k83Vzk01qziwcjo1_r1_500.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neil Gaiman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lb17pkSK3Y1qzfucto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;-Alan Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lawjpr4gr41qzui0fo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can negate everything of that part of me that lives on vague nostalgias, except this desire for unity, this longing to solve, this need for clarity and cohesion. I can refute everything in this world surrounding me that offends or enraptures me, except this chaos, this sovereign chance and this divine equivalence which springs from anarchy. I don’t know whether this world has meaning that transcends it. But I know that I do not know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it. What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;”                                                           &lt;br /&gt;-                                                                              Albert Camus, 1955, The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays&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/486890496431066036-7987218185405782287?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7987218185405782287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7987218185405782287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7987218185405782287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7987218185405782287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/speckle-of-my-brainrandomness.html' title='a speckle of my brain/randomness.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7488685070305160164</id><published>2010-10-28T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:13:55.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the indulgence issue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new issue of DUJOUR Magazine is out now, and I have two features in it! Go here to read/preview the issue &amp;amp; don't forget to subscribe to this wonderful publication :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="width:600;height:450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf?mode=embed&amp;amp;documentId=101028054200-fbbc893582e24467bbbb5e7c716bc96b&amp;amp;documentUsername=dujourmagazine&amp;amp;documentName=indulgenceissue&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.issuu.com/webembed/viewers/style1/v1/IssuuViewer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" style="width:600;height:450" flashvars="mode=embed&amp;amp;documentId=101028054200-fbbc893582e24467bbbb5e7c716bc96b&amp;amp;documentUsername=dujourmagazine&amp;amp;documentName=indulgenceissue&amp;amp;layout=http%3A%2F%2Fskin.issuu.com%2Fv%2Flight%2Flayout.xml&amp;amp;showFlipBtn=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;(My contributions are 'The Neverending Summer' and 'Tastes of Summer' section)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7488685070305160164?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7488685070305160164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7488685070305160164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7488685070305160164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7488685070305160164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/indulgence-issue.html' title='the indulgence issue.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-7248976647849990878</id><published>2010-10-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:22:41.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all hallow's eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 698px; height: 698px;" src="http://i53.tinypic.com/207kw7k.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-7248976647849990878?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7248976647849990878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=7248976647849990878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7248976647849990878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/7248976647849990878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-hallows-eve.html' title='all hallow&apos;s eve.'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i53.tinypic.com/207kw7k_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486890496431066036.post-6956436790748279485</id><published>2010-10-23T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:18:29.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kanye west makes his directorial debut in 'runaway'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7W0DMAx8FY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7W0DMAx8FY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I love the artistic direction/color palette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/486890496431066036-6956436790748279485?l=quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6956436790748279485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=486890496431066036&amp;postID=6956436790748279485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6956436790748279485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/486890496431066036/posts/default/6956436790748279485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quitecheekygirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/kanye-west-makes-his-directorial-debut.html' title='kanye west makes his directorial debut in &apos;runaway&apos;'/><author><name>Chelsea Nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06543449922186709875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-YT3Zj5GlA8/S0E7NKDZfoI/AAAAAAAAAwE/nyP6QswYW3g/S220/m_518d4d7ea451846cb8643fa782742305.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
