﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Brookie0634's Xanga</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Brookie0634</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Things That Annoy Me About Chick Flicks</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/686062968/things-that-annoy-me-about-chick-flicks/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/686062968/things-that-annoy-me-about-chick-flicks/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 03:38:42 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;So I'm finally done with exams. Hallelujah! I get home, feeling all empowered and ready to change the world with all of my new free time. "I think I'll sit down and check my facebook before I clean my room", I think, totally meaning it. But oooh my bed felt so good. And after all, I've worked sooo hard this week.... My room will still look like a hell hole tomorrow...I can clean it then...I've got the whooollllleee day tomorrow (this will probably not happen then either.) So I decide to sit for a little while and pop in&amp;nbsp;13 Going On&amp;nbsp;30. This got me thinking about chick flicks and how annoyingly perfect they are. So I decided to use my xanga to rant.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;I love chick flicks, I mean I have an entire collection of them and I've been known to watch them repeatedly with my girlfriends, giggling and sighing and wishing I was in one, but they sure can annoy the crap out of me sometimes. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;SO here I go: &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;The Top Ten Things That Annoy Me About Chick Flicks&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;1. Why does the girl never realize that she's in love with the perfect guy right in front of her nose until the very end of the movie? &lt;BR&gt;If any of us met these leading hunks in real life, we would instantly swoon and start trying to win them over. But the leading girls always try to deny their feelings right up until the end, finding every excuse to not admit that they have found the perfect guy until they ALMOST lose them but...wait...hold on...he's coming back! *Sigh* She gets a second chance...all's well that ends well. It finally dawns on her that he's the one and boom! they are a couple. No complications. No more drama. Just a kiss and&amp;nbsp;then the end credits. We don't even get to see what they are like once they are a couple! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280608651742093042 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh9l0TxHvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T8EKUA3v3Ng/s320/clueless3.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;2. No guy is this pretty with THAT great of a personality! Enough said.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280604451757817154 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh5xWJe_UI/AAAAAAAAABU/Tytv8MyVsEY/s320/james-marsden.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;3. They always have best friends in the movie that seem to have no life of their own except to sit around, wait by the phone, and give sound advice for all of their problems.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I'm sorry, but my friends have their own lives going on, which is the way it's supposed to be.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280603942288299858 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh5TsOfF1I/AAAAAAAAABM/0ap0arWIQ-Y/s320/PrincessDiaries49.jpg" border=0&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;I'm sorry, but I don't know if I could be friends with this girl. No matter how good her advice is.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;4. They tend to be painfully predictable and unrealistic. How familiar is this storyline: Girl likes guy that is totally wrong for her, he treats her like crap. Then, adorable, funny, sweet guy shows up and waits around the whole movie for her to decide that he's the one she should be with.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;None of this is realistic. What kind of guy that looks and acts like that is going to sit around and wait on some clueless girl to change their mind? They would so be dating other girls! Obviously, he is a catch, and in real life if that one girl didn't pick up on that, some other girl would. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280604912128152962 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh6MJKU1YI/AAAAAAAAABc/3def46yYaZo/s320/27dresses.jpg" border=0&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;5. Do they always have to look so perfect???&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;How do they roll out of the bed looking so glam? It only serves to depress me when I wake up in the morning with bags under my eyes and half of my hair in weird frizzy curly q's and half stick straight with a weird crimp in the middle.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280601400007463202 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh2_tfgESI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1I3PXvwPeCk/s320/13_going_on_30_270.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;6. They skip over all of the boring stuff. Which makes for a good movie, but makes &lt;EM&gt;your&lt;/EM&gt; life seem pretty boring in comparison. You are not always going to be hanging out with your girlfriends, running into Mister Right, or going to a party in a beautiful gown. Sometimes you have to stay home and do homework/work stuff, sometimes there's nothing going on in a weekend, sometimes you have to settle for a blockbuster night. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280603742836902466 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh5IFNkSkI/AAAAAAAAABE/Wf1EpOXQhio/s320/Kate-Hudson-Lose_l.jpg" border=0&gt; 7. You take off a girl's glasses and straighten her hair and all of the sudden she's the most popular girl in school? What?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280603026580833954 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh4eY80BqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xx4MM9PrJpE/s320/neverbeenkissed1.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;8. Highschool is not THAT bad. For the most part it's pretty boring and everybody is on the same level. That girl in every movie who is the most popular girl in school and everybody loves but she's a total biatch? There's no such thing. Urban myth. Nobody is going to worship someone who is so mean to everyone. Yet this character shows up in EVERY chick flick! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280605405184409938 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh6o18GQVI/AAAAAAAAABk/-WdL48y8kT0/s320/untitled.bmp" border=0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9. How do guys always seem to sense when the main girl is in trouble? Unless he is stalking her which is very unlikely since the cute ones never seem to be the stalking type. How do they always sweep in right in time to save the damsel in distress?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280606743041668370 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh72t2H9RI/AAAAAAAAABs/HoEQwvTDY_s/s320/172658__spiderman8_l.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt; Ok. Not a chick flick. But very chick flick-ish&lt;/P&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;10. They all end happily ever after...where they get the perfect guy and ride off into the sunset.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280607405787275346 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sWtXRw8mCUo/SUh8dSw_YFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0JxBJVXY5cA/s320/Enchanted_Prince_Princess_1_691.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Now excuse me...I've got to go watch Dirty Dancing.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;~B.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/686062968/things-that-annoy-me-about-chick-flicks/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Rules of Feminism...and Globs of Toothpaste</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/683481043/the-rules-of-feminismand-globs-of-toothpaste/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/683481043/the-rules-of-feminismand-globs-of-toothpaste/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 16:48:44 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So I woke up this morning and found out my roomie was already in the shower, leaving me with no time to take one. So I had to go to class all gross with my hair in a ponytail. Worst part is, this really cute guy sits behind me in this particular class so&amp;nbsp;I was worried my hair was going to smell or something and the fumes would waft back towards him. So I spend class self consciously patting my hair to make sure it is all in place and not grungy looking and at one point, while I'm running my fingers through the back part behind my ear, I feel something sticky. SOMEHOW I ended up with a glob of toothpaste in my hair! Did Cute Boy Who Sits Behind Me see this toothpaste glob? I guess I will never know...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I kind of want to ask this guy to&amp;nbsp;Pi Phi&amp;nbsp;winter formal also but I can't decide if it's morally right to do so. I've known him as an acquaintance since Freshmen year but didn't really get to know him until we had class together this semester. He was dating someone for the entire year that I was dating Clayton and apparently he broke up with her the same week that Clayton and I broke up. I knew of his girlfriend too but we had never hung out, we have just always waved and smiled at each other in passing because we have some mutual friends. But at the homecoming carnival she ran up to me and poured out her story of how&amp;nbsp;they had just broken up the same week Clayton and I had broken up. She seemed really torn up about it and I felt guilty for always secretly thinking he was so cute. But I haven't talked to her since, and I see him every day and he gets cuter and friendlier every time I see him. Should I ask him to formal? or should&amp;nbsp;I have respect for this really sweet girl who I hardly know? I'm trying to put myself in her shoes and think how I would feel if she was asking Clayton to something and I guess I would be absolutely furious. "The Rules of Feminism" (as Gretchen from Mean Girls says) just suck sometimes. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What do you girls think?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;P.S. does anybody know how to change the profile picture? Because mine is still from senior year! lol&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/683481043/the-rules-of-feminismand-globs-of-toothpaste/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>The Bug</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/683143340/the-bug/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/683143340/the-bug/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 02:32:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;I have a stomach bug. And not just any stomach bug, a stomach bug that decided to ruin my life last night. I'm not going into too many details but here's the gist. I went to the neon nights party last night and was having a really good time! Here's a picture of some of&amp;nbsp;us before the party:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/Brookie0634/6134f221646521/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="Neon nights 002" src="http://x61.xanga.com/34f857fbd9728221646521/m173901403.jpg" width=580&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Look how nice and normal I looked when the night started, where did this bug come from? That's what I'd like to know! I ended up getting sick in the bathroom of the club and then in an alley with&amp;nbsp; Clayton and Kristen holding my hair at 2 a.m. while I was dry heaving! I've never been so embarassed in my life. Then the bus left us and we were alone in down town Fort Worth in the freezing cold night. Luckily&amp;nbsp;a cab pulled up pretty quickly but I started to feel sick again right before I got on, so Clayton&amp;nbsp;(who I've barely seen since we broke up two months ago)&amp;nbsp;insisted on sticking his fingers down my throat to induce the sickness but I ended up freaking out and clawing his poor hand up like "GET YOUR FINGERS OUT OF MY THROAT!!!" Then we get in the taxi cab which smells disgusting like pot. I was going to be polite and not say anything but Kristen goes, "This cab smells like pot." to the drivers. I asked if they had a bag for me to be sick in. They handed me a smelly mcdonalds bag to stick my face in. Ugh I'm still shuddering just thinking about it. Miraculously I made it all the way home without getting sick.&amp;nbsp; Kristen and Clayton&amp;nbsp;are the best for taking care of me like they did. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/683143340/the-bug/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Torture</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682994123/torture/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682994123/torture/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 15:43:23 GMT</pubDate><description>I am being tortured. I am watching an 80s video featuring a guy wearing a sparkly keyboard shirt teaching me how to mix down audio track on tape. Nobody uses tape anymore! Come on Rtvf department at Tcu, spring for a current DVD! Put my tuition money towards that! (instead of indoor workout facilities for the football players!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Margaret, you would love this guy! Google Tom Lubin. Hopefully he's on there. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Tonight I'm going to a Black Light party! I'm so excited! But what should I wear? I've never be&lt;BR&gt;en to one of these before! Any suggestions? I'm thinking all black with some crazy neon nails and some glow necklaces and stuff! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I am so sore all over my body! #1 I did an impromptu dance workout in my room yesterday, #2 I went to a phoam party this weekend and the chemicals underneath my bathing suit burned the skin on my collarbone #3 I wasn't paying attention to where I was going last nigh and walked right through a sharp bush in my front yard and it cut up my leg #4 I have a disgusting case of bronchitis so my chest hurts &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I know I'm a sad case! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682994123/torture/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Catching Up!</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682913778/catching-up/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682913778/catching-up/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 03:55:06 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://x15.xanga.com/639c865611430221381572/b173669541.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Ok who's excited for Thanksgiving? Because I can not wait! When is everyone coming home? (Feel free to comment on my &lt;STRONG&gt;spiffy &lt;/STRONG&gt;comment box, &lt;EM&gt;geez&lt;/EM&gt; I missed this site!) &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Miranda, Kudos to you for already&amp;nbsp;posting. YOU are my new favorite&lt;A href="http://x90.xanga.com/951f142311d33221381683/b173669645.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt; friend because you jumped on the bandwagon so quickly! :) &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;So I moved into&amp;nbsp;a house in Fort Worth and this is what it looks like...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/Brookie0634/9f4fb221381177/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 219px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt=betseyjohnson02 src="http://x9f.xanga.com/4fbf165054433221381177/z173669184.jpg" width=229&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;Totally kidding...It looks more like this:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/Brookie0634/f8b52221381197/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=CIMG1162 src="http://xf8.xanga.com/b52f065024332221381197/z173669199.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Kind of looks like a rainbow threw up right? But I love it. One time a guy was standing on that blue shag rug and he said, "I feel like I'm walking on that big blue monster from Monsters Inc."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;These are my roomies:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;A href="http://x00.xanga.com/473c842309530221381364/b173669354.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=DSC01379 src="http://x00.xanga.com/473c842309530221381364/z173669354.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Kristen, (you know me), Sara, Ashley&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;We don't usually wear costumes, this was taken on&amp;nbsp;Halloween. Guess what I am? nobody could guess but I thought it was really obvious that I was a belly dancer! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ummm what else? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ooh I opened for the Ying Yang twins this semester at a Fort Worth Concert:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://x15.xanga.com/639c865611430221381572/b173669541.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://x15.xanga.com/639c865611430221381572/b173669541.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 292px; HEIGHT: 346px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt=DSC00934 src="http://x15.xanga.com/639c865611430221381572/z173669541.jpg" width=300&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A href="http://x90.xanga.com/951f142311d33221381683/b173669645.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 346px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=300 alt=DSC00984 src="http://x90.xanga.com/951f142311d33221381683/z173669645.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;They were so messed up I'm not even sure how they took these pictures.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I also had like a 2 minute speaking part in Friday Night Lights! &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://x83.xanga.com/b48f0a5050735221381847/b173669793.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=400 alt=DSC01263 src="http://x83.xanga.com/b48f0a5050735221381847/z173669793.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;You can go ahead and start making fun of my outfit....now. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The wardrobe lady really had it out for me I guess. But oh well. I tried to bring my own clothes and she literally laughed in my face. She goes, "That is not what you wear to a rodeo, THIS" and she pulls out the most hideous batch of clothes you've ever seen, "is what you wear to a rodeo." &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;The other girl in the picture got to bring her own clothes! No fair!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;But I got to meet this kid&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://x77.xanga.com/2b9c875071d30221382016/b173669946.jpg" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt=DSC01265 src="http://x77.xanga.com/2b9c875071d30221382016/z173669946.jpg" width=400&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Cash the Rodeo Cowboy" Such a cutie. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I can't think of anything else interesting that's happened this semester. Ok I want to hear you guys' stories now. Quit reading my blog and go post your own!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682913778/catching-up/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>We're bringing Xanga back!</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682903998/were-bringing-xanga-back/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682903998/were-bringing-xanga-back/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 01:14:46 GMT</pubDate><description>Aida and I are on a mission to bring Xanga back, even if it's only the two of us joining the movement. I had the best time in class today going through all of my old entries. (Ya I know I should have been listening to class but I went from 9:30 to 5 today with no break! &lt;EM&gt;No one&lt;/EM&gt; has that kind of attention span!) </description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/682903998/were-bringing-xanga-back/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, February 15, 2006</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/443431070/item/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/443431070/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 04:57:58 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I have the SWEETEST boyfriend in the world! So I didn't think I was going to get to see him at all today b/c he lives so far and we normally can't hang out on school nights. Plus he told me that he had a huge government test to study for. So I'm cheering at the basketball game and all of the sudden Chelsea points to the stands and says, "Clayton's here!" He came to the bball game to suprise me!!! We didn't get to talk much and he had to rush away as soon as the game was over so I was kinda dissapointed but just glad that I had gotten to see him. Then I had a great time hanging out with the girls on the ride home! We hung around the parking lot for a while and then we went to sonic. I couldnt' wait to get home&amp;nbsp;but they wouldn't listen to me when I complained. lol. So i get home and my mom's acting really smiley. So I'm like, "What's going on?" and I go into my room and theres real rose petals on the floor and the cutest&amp;nbsp;bear&amp;nbsp;holding a real rose. There's a card on the bed and at the end it says, "Turn around." Then Clayton came running into the room. It was the cutest thing ever! He truly suprised me and it was great to actually get to see my boyfriend on a school night for once. I know that sounds funny but I only get to see him once a week on one of the weekend nights. So just to see him two nights in one week was a good enough vday present for me! &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://xc1.xanga.com/148b05e26823136139013/b24897206.jpg" target=xangaphoto&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 400px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" alt="" src="http://xc1.xanga.com/148b05e26823136139013/z24897206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;He's holding the bear I got for him, Goober, it's dressed in a little Allen-colored football uniform! I thought i was clever! :)&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Thanks Clay for a great Valentine's day!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/443431070/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>``</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/443050360//</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/443050360//</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 17:08:05 GMT</pubDate><description>Happy Valentine's Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;
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Especially to Clay! ;)&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/443050360//#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, February 14, 2006</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/442795979/item/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/442795979/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 04:04:51 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;I hate to admit it, but I'm getting semi-excited for college....&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;I know that sounds strange that I'm only semi-excited. But the truth is I wish I could stay in highschool forever. I hate change, i hate picking up and starting over, I love living at home and getting to see the people I care about every day. I like coming home after school and going to dinner with my parents&amp;nbsp;and going out with my best friends on the weekends. I like coming home and taking naps with my cats.&amp;nbsp;I hate to think that next year I will only see my parents every so often, and i will only see my best best friends on holidays, and my cats are going to forget about me... lol. I hate that I'm going to have to pick out my favorite belongings and cram them into a shoebox of a room with a complete stranger who could turn out to be just about anybody.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;But the last two days or so I've found myself going to websites like pbteen.com and browsing for cute dorm room furniture. I've been purusing tcu.edu to find out little tidbits of info about how my next years going to go. i guess it's finally hitting me that in June everything's going to change and I might as well not stick my head in the sand. &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;On a happier note: Tommorow's Valentine's day and I'm really excited that I have a wonderful boyfriend to share it with this year! But we can't celebrate together tommorow b/c we are both busy so we have to celebrate the next time we see each other which should be this weekend. I went with Chelsea to get his gift today and I must say we did a GREAT job picking it out! :) Plus&amp;nbsp;we got to hang out again which is awesome because I never see Chels anymore. But that's going to change soon right Chels? Lol we've made a vow to start hanging out&amp;nbsp;more often b/c&amp;nbsp;now that Barnum's over I'll have free time again.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Speaking of, Barnum has come to an end and I'm kind of in mourning. it was a ton of work and very time consuming, but it was sooo worth it. I miss it so much already and it's only been 2 days!&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/442795979/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, January 11, 2006</title><link>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/424279696/item/</link><guid>http://brookie0634.xanga.com/424279696/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jan 2006 22:29:55 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;Wow so maybe I'm stuck in 2005 but i love "Mr. Brightside" by the killers and I love those lyrics. But the layout is acting funky and not showing everything. Is it just my computer?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Anyways my life has been pretty hectic lately. I'm getting ready to go to Washington this weekend where I'll do three different shows (One on a submarine!!!!) But every show brings endless practicing (or it feels that way) and on top of Barnum and cheerleading I feel like I don't have much of a life anymore! &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Did I mention it's exam week?&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Ok so maybe I only have one exam (english)&amp;nbsp;but it's still an exam, isn't it? One I have NOT studied for! &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;My weekend went like dis:&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Friday&amp;nbsp;our boys&amp;nbsp;beat Irving in basketball and then some of us went to a campfire-like thing. Irving, Nimitz, and Mac people were all there. It was really nice actually, except it took forever to get the fire going and we froze our butts off for the first 10 minutes. But it's ok b/c &lt;STRONG&gt;some&lt;/STRONG&gt; people were Boy Scouts and learned how to huddle to keep warm! lol!&amp;nbsp;But on the way back to the main road Margaret suffered a&amp;nbsp; head injury and the rest of us were thrown around the truck as&amp;nbsp;our driver&amp;nbsp;made his first attempt at offroading uphill.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Saturday I went to my lovely best friend Aida's birthday party where I proved very helpful (not) in assembling a foozball table. Then I&amp;nbsp;drove to Allen to see Mr. Clayton. Who showed me a great time by taking me around Allen! We stopped by Starbucks (where everyone knows everyone) and then he took me&amp;nbsp;to see Hostel. Which, by the way, is not a very good movie. Seriously, don't go see it.&amp;nbsp;We ended up walking out actually...but that's not the point. The point is I finally got to hang out with Clay and I had the best time!&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;Ok so this was a long entry but I haven't written in a while so I just felt the need to catch you guys up!&lt;/P&gt;
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