<?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-4469098067954281836</id><updated>2011-12-20T04:41:00.127-08:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='outfit'/><category term='deals'/><category term='work'/><category term='heather'/><title type='text'>sing before seven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8256704208210873340</id><published>2011-10-06T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T17:07:51.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been forever since I've been posting on this baby, and honestly I really did love every moment of having Sing Before Seven.  Yet life changes, and therefore blogs change to. And with that, I want to introduce everyone to something that I'm very proud of:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPaVMJSXNU8/TaaOwqpX1ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/10uQMUGiLYk/s1600/raw.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new blog!  It's different from Sing Before Seven in that it doesn't focus on my life and what I'm wearing, which is refreshing.  Instead it's a street style blog (think Satroialist) focusing on people at my school, UCLA, the LA area, and wherever I happen to travel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fondest memories of Sing Before Seven always involved interacting with my lovely followers and readers, and I would love it if you all checked out my new blog.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.royceandwilson.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-8256704208210873340?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8256704208210873340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8256704208210873340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8256704208210873340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8256704208210873340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2011/10/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPaVMJSXNU8/TaaOwqpX1ZI/AAAAAAAAAAY/10uQMUGiLYk/s72-c/raw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7236706056705522945</id><published>2010-10-12T01:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:49:56.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sinking like a stone in the sea</title><content type='html'>Hey hey party people!  I HAVE A TUMBLRRRR!  Follow* and we can be friends and oh man it'll just be one big adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanindian.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.americanindian.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOIT!FUNTIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*family members that happen to see this, this is not for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-7236706056705522945?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7236706056705522945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7236706056705522945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7236706056705522945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7236706056705522945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinking-like-stone-in-sea.html' title='sinking like a stone in the sea'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8355067330664951106</id><published>2010-10-03T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:49:43.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs348.ash2/62788_435201571370_641481370_5737969_1164413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 489px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs348.ash2/62788_435201571370_641481370_5737969_1164413_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs681.snc4/62119_444800537009_710052009_5041286_3593113_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs681.snc4/62119_444800537009_710052009_5041286_3593113_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs693.snc4/63331_10100189073946116_2541009_57349316_7263934_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs693.snc4/63331_10100189073946116_2541009_57349316_7263934_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/TKjrr2Fp_dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ft0yS2nGZZg/s1600/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523924081456053714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/TKjrr2Fp_dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ft0yS2nGZZg/s400/Image1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/TKjrrf154EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g0iB2-1S5Ck/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523924075484405826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/TKjrrf154EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g0iB2-1S5Ck/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love UCLA.  I love my roomie.  I love the rest of the people in A6.  I love having a meal plan. I love going to class with people who actually want to go to school and learn.  I love being around so many ambitious people.  I love the fact that my room has really high ceilings. love love love love love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-8355067330664951106?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8355067330664951106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8355067330664951106&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8355067330664951106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8355067330664951106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-is-root-of-root-and-bud-of-bud.html' title='here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/TKjrr2Fp_dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Ft0yS2nGZZg/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1078449944692735526</id><published>2010-09-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:53:56.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a change instead of an end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz4g78ukn61qza6kro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz4g78ukn61qza6kro1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My life is different here at UCLA and it doesn't lend itself to a semi-fashion related blog. So if I keep this blog up, it won't be the same as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;2. I should be doing the massive amounts of reading I need to do instead of reading poetry butohwellwhatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1078449944692735526?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1078449944692735526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1078449944692735526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1078449944692735526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1078449944692735526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/09/change-instead-of-end.html' title='a change instead of an end'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6341934208917435647</id><published>2010-09-05T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T17:53:02.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>days with glass edges</title><content type='html'>Yesterday my best friend since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school turned 21 - making her the last in my trio of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;besties&lt;/span&gt; to do so.  We celebrated with a pretty epic carnival themed party.  I mean, I don't think you've seen anything as ridiculous as a bunch of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;inebriates&lt;/span&gt; bouncing around in a not-quite-fully-inflated bounce house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 508px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1023px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's all take a moment to look at this photo and bask in the amazing dance moves that I possess.  I mean, I should proably join a dance crew asap or something (&lt;em&gt;totaljokesi'mtheworstdancerever&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a costume party, so I bought this dress from H&amp;amp;M (on sale for only $5!) and went as a flapper.  The boy next to me went as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tetris&lt;/span&gt; piece, but took his costume off for dancing/eating/drinking/all around comfort and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ease-of-movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two weeks till I move into my dorm at UCLA!  I've got so much cleaning/organizing/shopping/packing to do, it's utterly ridiculous.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6341934208917435647?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6341934208917435647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6341934208917435647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6341934208917435647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6341934208917435647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/09/days-with-glass-edges.html' title='days with glass edges'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6813858212866423317</id><published>2010-09-03T13:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:59:40.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half asleep or fully alive</title><content type='html'>Watch this video and feel completely inadequate with how you've been living your life so far. [It's even better if you go to the actually vimeo page and watch it in a bigger size.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/5539677" frameborder="0" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5539677"&gt;//finding forever//&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/gnarlybay"&gt;gnarly bay productions, Inc.&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this video has made me realize that I have to go on the post-college cross country (and maybe some Canada?) road trip I've always wanted to go on. It also makes me think that I really need to save up to buy a Nikon D90 (I currently use a D40) so I can start messing around with video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6813858212866423317?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6813858212866423317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6813858212866423317&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6813858212866423317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6813858212866423317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/09/half-asleep-or-fully-alive.html' title='half asleep or fully alive'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1657747213784748136</id><published>2010-08-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:25:16.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she' mad but she' magic. there's no lie in her fire.</title><content type='html'>Finally, an outfit post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all my friends are getting ready to go back to college tomorrow, I'm still just walking to thrift stores, organizing my closet and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gallivanting&lt;/span&gt; to lighthouses at sunset.  I don't start UCLA till September 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so I've got a few weeks of summer left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this may be bragging.  But I haven't had more than two weeks of a summer break for three years, so I think I deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 584px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all please turn or attention to that lovely tan line going on on my feet.  The camp I worked at had a strict shoes and socks at all times rule, so while the rest of me got a nice little tan this summer, my poor little feet remained pale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 553px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am absolutely in love with this skirt.  It's a little school girl-esque and it's probably not the right choice for a "young lady," and Stacy &amp;amp; Clinton probably wouldn't approve, but c'est la vie.  I love it, so I'm going to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This isn't a very substantial blog post, but I'm hungry and I've got to go get ready for lunch with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;.  We're getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; food, which I had for the first time while I was in San Francisco a few days ago and I am kind of addicted now.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Paneer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tikka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Masala&lt;/span&gt;, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;skirt - Target ; tank top - H&amp;amp;M ; cardigan - Target ; bag - thrifted ; shoes - Minnetonka&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/4469098067954281836-1657747213784748136?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1657747213784748136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1657747213784748136&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1657747213784748136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1657747213784748136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-mad-but-she-magic-theres-no-lie-in.html' title='she&apos; mad but she&apos; magic. there&apos;s no lie in her fire.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2294320019008727442</id><published>2010-08-17T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T19:53:27.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to strike lightning in dark waters</title><content type='html'>I'm back!  After spending another summer working at a camp in Pennsylvania, I'm back and ready to enjoy the month I have before school starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be kind of ridiculous to try and summarize everything that goes on in one summer at camp, so instead I'll just bombard you with random photos that hopefully sums the summer up pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 709px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 663px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 676px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I'll no longer be happy at a party that is lacking in a kiddie pool filled with balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 663px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz Lightyear - an amazing 21st birthday present.  Emma, the girl next to me - camp biffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TEcblog5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 724px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TEcblog5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My official job at camp was "Web Director and Digital Photographer," but I think I should just drop that and become a professional blindfold for games of Pin the Leaf on the Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 682px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1023px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIEBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 744px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Sorry guys, I can't go to the talent show.  I've got to edit photos," might actually mean "I will die if I see one more 11-year-old booty pop to California Gurls so Emma and I are just going to set up a projector in my office and watch Heavyweights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 574px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 year t-shirts for staff members who have been there for, you guessed it, 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 701px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 680px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My staff and I had a hard time taking a serious staff photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/tecblog13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 681px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/tecblog13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 680px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 680px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 680px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/TECblog15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss Pennsylvania, and normally I spend a week after I come home  just being a loner and not going out much.  This year is different though, as two of my camp friends, one of which is from England (the "Justin Beiber" from above) and one of which is from Scotland, are flying into Los Angeles tonight.  I'm pretty excited to show them my city, and it's kind of nice bringing a part of camp home with me.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also quite excited to start wearing something other than denim shorts, a t-shirt and converse again!  Oh dresses, how I have missed you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-2294320019008727442?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2294320019008727442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2294320019008727442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2294320019008727442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2294320019008727442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-strike-lightning-in-dark-waters.html' title='to strike lightning in dark waters'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2245357772992009899</id><published>2010-06-12T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:30:57.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the rich who have dreams and rockets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs659.snc3/32557_397837401370_641481370_4758835_4572314_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs659.snc3/32557_397837401370_641481370_4758835_4572314_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meow! I'm alive! Don't let that convincing $1 face paint job fool you, I am not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; a cat. Also, I know you think that might be an actual owl face on my cat head, but it's just a mask I colored. So, now that that's settled, let's get down to business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been gone for awhile, I know, and instead of going into a long spiel explaining why, let's just say school/getting ready for UCLA/getting ready for camp/having a ridiculous ear infection/always feeling like I have nothing to wear has left my dear ol' blog neglected. Apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's even worse is that I'm going to neglect it for another two months! For any possible long time readers I might have, it's the same thing as &lt;a href="http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/au-revoir-mes-amis.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. I'm going to be spending this summer working as the director of the photography department at a camp in Pennsylvania, and blogging isn't only really difficult to do while I'm there (basically the camp is in the middle of nowhere and has THE WORST INTERNET SERVICE EVER! It's so bad it justifies all caps!) but I also signed a contract saying I wouldn't blog while I was there, so there you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This hiatus should be good for my blog though.  When I come back from camp I should be ready to stop wearing denim shorts and a plain v-neck t-shirt daily and dive right back into blogging.  Not to mention I'll have a month break between camp and UCLA, so I'll actually have time! Hallelujah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone forgives me for being a terrible blogger, enjoy your summers, and I'll be back around August 17th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-2245357772992009899?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2245357772992009899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2245357772992009899&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2245357772992009899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2245357772992009899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-rich-who-have-dreams-and-rockets.html' title='it&apos;s the rich who have dreams and rockets'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4541624633097014518</id><published>2010-04-26T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:54:08.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever the mess you are, you're mine, okay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We live in a great world. Yeah, there's wars and starving children and homeless puppies* and whatnot, but there's also an annual grilled cheese invitational in LA. So, I mean, just that alone makes the world pretty fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 523px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100425_34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to the 1st 8&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Annual Grilled Cheese Invitational in LA on Saturday, and the whole place was just enveloped in a cloud of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;du&lt;/span&gt; grilled cheese. The invitational is basically just a giant grilled cheese cook-off. I got there a bit late so I missed out on judging,  but I did get to eat the delicious grilled cheese from the &lt;a href="http://thegrilledcheesetruck.com/"&gt;grilled cheese truck &lt;/a&gt;(like a taco truck, but with grilled cheese... seriously) that you see falling out of my mouth in the above photo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even better than the grilled cheese invitational is the fact that I GOT INTO UCLA!  Seriously!  I only applied there on a whim and I really didn't think I would get in.  But alas, I did.  Now I've just got to wait for the Berkeley decisions to be posted on April 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and then I get to decide for sure where I want to go.  As of now I'm leaning towards UCLA though.  Anyone who has any insight into either of these schools would be helpful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I promise I'll try to get back into a normal posting schedule again!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[skirt - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; ; shirt - H&amp;amp;M ; cardigan - Gap ; shoes - Rite Aid]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*I'm aware that grilled cheese doesn't cancel out the negative things in the world, no matter how delicious grilled cheese &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt; may be.  So stop wars, feed children, and adopt puppies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-4541624633097014518?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4541624633097014518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4541624633097014518&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4541624633097014518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4541624633097014518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/04/whatever-mess-you-are-youre-mine-okay.html' title='whatever the mess you are, you&apos;re mine, okay?'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7919298346037172143</id><published>2010-04-21T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:20:39.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the main thing was being alive.  that was the main thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4529773676_6ce01e6f88_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 638px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4529773676_6ce01e6f88_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not being a very good blogger recently!  I was in Utah last week for spring break (which was quite a nice trip, in which I got to make a lovely snow angle!) and I just haven't taken any outfit photos the last couple of days.  I'll be back soon, I promise!  Now, back to listening to songs from today's episode of Glee on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhm&lt;/span&gt;, drinking red wine, reading Tolstoy and doing other mature things.  Yeah, that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-7919298346037172143?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7919298346037172143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7919298346037172143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7919298346037172143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7919298346037172143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/04/main-thing-was-being-alive-that-was.html' title='the main thing was being alive.  that was the main thing.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4529773676_6ce01e6f88_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5993914265482091026</id><published>2010-04-09T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:58:00.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up! It's morning.  This is a real world and we're a real, dirty people.</title><content type='html'>Super quick outfit dump post!  Good times to be had by all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 754px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC01986.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC01965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 549px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC01965.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This sweatshirt actually has a lace front that you can't see in these photos, which is a shame.  But you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; see the cotton candy that I bought at school, which I believe makes up for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sweatshirt - Forever 21 ; dress - Forever 21 ; tights - Hue ; flats - Target ; hat -Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100325_332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 542px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100325_332.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100325_331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 558px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100325_331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These photos were taken outside of this little hole-in-the-wall &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Salvadorian&lt;/span&gt; food place near my school.  They have some delicious, and deliciously cheap, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;papusas&lt;/span&gt;.  If you haven't had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;papusa&lt;/span&gt; yet I say you go get some right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - H&amp;amp;M ; top - Target ; tights - Hue ; shoes - Converse ; bag - Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100404_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 543px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 799px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100404_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was in quite a print-mixing mood when I wore this outfit, which is kind of silly, seeing as I wore it to a Geography lecture.  You're supposed to wear tweeds and tasteful pencil skirts when you go to lectures, right?  Or maybe the part of me that wishes life looked like a retro east coast boarding school thinks that.  Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress [worn as skirt] - H&amp;amp;M ; t-shirt - H&amp;amp;M ; cardigan - thrifted ; tights -Hue ; shoes - Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I do realize that I wore black tights in every outfit.  I'm trying to stop, but it's difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, back to watching Clueless!  The part where Cher realizes she loves Josh is about to come on, and I can't miss the Paul Rudd montage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...yeah, I'm not creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-5993914265482091026?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5993914265482091026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5993914265482091026&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5993914265482091026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5993914265482091026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-its-morning-this-is-real-world.html' title='Wake up! It&apos;s morning.  This is a real world and we&apos;re a real, dirty people.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1472596451709032301</id><published>2010-04-04T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:17:39.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we were and still are a lost people</title><content type='html'>Did everyone have a lovely Easter?  Did you eat tons of C&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adbury&lt;/span&gt; creme eggs?  Did you look at pictures of &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/263189/"&gt;creepy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; bunnies&lt;/a&gt;?  Did you attempt to scrub off the Easter egg dye from your hands only to give up and submit to the fact that you're going to have to go to school tomorrow looking like you have jaundice? Yeah, you did all of this?  Well did you have to stop dyeing Easter eggs because THE EARTH STARTED SHAKING!? No?  Yeah, you're lucky.  I hate California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I make way too big of a deal out of earthquakes, especially since I'm a geography major.  But alas, I don't care if my friends say this was the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; earthquake they've ever felt.  I am going to publicly complain about it on my blog.  So there, tectonic plates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 484px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0070-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like white tights are an Easter requirement.  I didn't even care that the 10-year-old girl who passed by me on my way out of breakfast also happened to be wearing white tights.  She was probably a very cool 10-year-old, and I am not ashamed to have something in common with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100404_51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100404_51.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got this dress a day or so ago on one of the best Goodwill trips I've had in while.  I think I picked up around 2 dresses, 3 skirts, a sweater, an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; old man cardigan (that my mother does not like, but whatever,) and an old tennis bag that I'll end up using as a purse.  I really need to go to the Goodwill more often.  The fact that everything is so cheap (although not as cheap as it used to be!) and that it's a 5 minute walk from my house makes the fact that I go there once every couple months ridiculous.  The only issue is a lot of my friends aren't down to spend a lot of time there, and I could seriously spend hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100404_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100404_100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorite eggs from today.  I also dyed  eggs yesterday and got some that I quite enjoy.  Because I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; pretty interested in my Martha Stuart wannabe eggs, I just might post photos of my other ones later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm off to sleep so I can hopefully wake up early tomorrow and run off all of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cadbury&lt;/span&gt; eggs I ate.  Who am I kidding?  Lord knows I'll probably wake up early, eat a few more eggs, and fall back asleep on my couch.  Oh well.  Happy Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1472596451709032301?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1472596451709032301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1472596451709032301&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1472596451709032301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1472596451709032301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-were-and-still-are-lost-people.html' title='we were and still are a lost people'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3370034639095843290</id><published>2010-03-26T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:40:19.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful alien from planet cowboy</title><content type='html'>It's Friday, and you know what that means! It's time to sit around with old people and eat some way-too-dry baked fish!* Oh man, that's right, I'm talking about a good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' Catholic fish fry! I haven't been to any of the fish fries this year, but my cousin, who now lives in San Francisco, was coming to this one, so I decided if I was going to go to any of them I might as well go to the one where I wouldn't be the only person between the ages of 10 and 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 676px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100326_76.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[sorry this photo is so large! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Photobucket&lt;/span&gt; didn't seem to want to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;resize&lt;/span&gt; it.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been wanting to wear this tunic (I think that's what something this length is called?) from Forever 21 for awhile, but it's really kind of awkward to wear. I can't wear it with tights for fear of giving the fish fry patrons a bit of a show (you know how even in tights you can see your undies, right?) but I'm also not a huge fan of wearing anything this long with jeans. Actually, I'm not a fan of wearing jeans in general. Of course, I kind of compromised with myself and ended up wearing the skinniest, most legging-like jeans I could find. I think it kind of works. At least I finally got to wear this tunic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100326_62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 529px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100326_62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, hello car. Let me get out of your way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100326_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 523px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100326_8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin came to the fish fry wearing some of the BEST TIGHTS EVER! Seriously, I've been dying for a pair of floral tights since, well, a long time, despite the fact that someone I know told me that both him and his mother thought they were "hideous." I know where this girl lives. She needs to watch out, because it's very likely that I'm going to come to her house and steal these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100326_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 509px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100326_37.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh hey, look at that cute, wholesome cousin photo action! Actually, scratch wholesome, as this is a bit of a down-the-shirt shot of me. I was really tempted not to post this, but I decided it wasn't really that bad. Besides, we've all either got boobs or know someone who does, right? Really, no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely unrelated, but not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substantial&lt;/span&gt; enough for it's own post, point, I checked out the Jean Paul &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gaultier&lt;/span&gt; for Target collection the other day. I tried on practically everything in hopes of getting a blog post out of it, but after writing about half of it I realized the post was a lot of "I didn't like this dress because..." and "this skirt would've been cute IF...". It's safe to say that I wasn't a huge fan of this collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did happen to find this black strapless dress that I am now in love with! It's made out of this odd sleeping bag-like material, but it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pleasantly&lt;/span&gt; forgiving on those who were, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, blessed (CURSED) with a somewhat ample sized booty. If it weren't for the fact that it was $60, this lovely dress would be hanging in my closet as I speak. Or, you know, type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must go pack! I'm heading up to my aunt's ranch for a bit tomorrow morning, and I'm hoping that I might be able to get a few blog pictures with all those lovely desert wildflowers while I'm there. Of course, this means I have to pack more than my typical ranch outfits, which are cheap Forever 21 jeans and the same 3 plain Urban Outfitters t-shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;top - Forever 21 ; cardigan - Rodarte x Target ; jeans - Forever 21 ; bag - thrifted ; shoes - Converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sweater from fitting room picture - H&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* let me clarify that I don't mind sitting around with old people, and while the fish was dry it did have a nice taste. I don't mean to be too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snarky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-3370034639095843290?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3370034639095843290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3370034639095843290&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3370034639095843290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3370034639095843290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-beautiful-alien-from-planet-cowboy.html' title='my beautiful alien from planet cowboy'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7698921137536179849</id><published>2010-03-21T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:57:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my life will be sour grapes and ashes without you</title><content type='html'>I've mentioned in earlier posts that I'm going to be moving away from Los Angeles in a few months.  Whether I'm going to San Francisco or a few hours north of that to Chico I don't quite know yet.  Either way, knowing that I'm going to be leaving has made me realize that for someone who's lived in Los Angeles her whole life, there's so many Los Angeles/Hollywood landmarks that I haven't been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these places if the Griffith Observatory.  Now, I'm typically not a big fan of outer space (which might be a weird thing to say, but it's just so big! and endless! and full of earth-killing asteroids!) but Rebel Without A Cause, which was one of my favorite movies as a kid, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RN5XERTQLI"&gt;was filmed here.&lt;/a&gt;  So, you know, I tossed my irrational asteroid fears out the window for a night and channeled my inner James Dean...minus the knife fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 548px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ha! This photo! Do you get it?! Do you!?  See the planets? I'm floating! In space!  Oh man, bet you didn't know this is a comedy blog, did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room this was taken in had a scale for every planet so you could see how much you would weigh if you were there.  I didn't step on a single one.  Yeah yeah yeah, body acceptance, love yourself, blah blah blah--you're never going to catch me stepping on any scale in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 566px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1047.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After my friend and I did those everyday things like looking at mars and whatnot (so cool!) we walked around the grounds for awhile.  We found this somewhat creepily-lighted staircase that we probably shouldn't have been on and decided it was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; location for some corny hipster photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 509px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've decided this will be our album cover if we ever start a indie folk band.  Also, this is proof that I really &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;need to work on my posture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 515px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I go, the shopper in me makes checking out the gift shop a necessity.  We went to this one looking for "astronaut ice-cream," which is something my mother would never buy for me as a kid, but they didn't carry it.  Luckily, they had hopefully non-lice-filled space helmets.  See! I'm in space again! Oh man, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if this post doesn't make much sense.  It's late and I'm rushing it, as I know the next couple of days will be so filled with studying that I won't have time to update.  Oh marine biology, how I detest thee.  Wish me luck!  I hope everyone has a lovely Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - Urban Outfitters ; flannel - Forever 21 ; cardigan (under flannel) - Proenza Schouler x Target ; tights - Hue ; flats - Target ; bag - H&amp;amp;M ; hat - Urban Outfitters&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/4469098067954281836-7698921137536179849?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7698921137536179849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7698921137536179849&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7698921137536179849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7698921137536179849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-life-will-be-sour-grapes-and-ashes.html' title='my life will be sour grapes and ashes without you'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2713158963189829327</id><published>2010-03-18T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:02:33.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had the idea that the world's so full of pain that it must sometimes make a kind of singing</title><content type='html'>What is it about white tights that makes me love them so?  They're never the most flattering things for your legs, unless your legs are as skinny as a models, and I know plenty of people who belong to the "white tights are only for those under the age of 8!" school of thought.  Yet there is something about them that keeps drawing me to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore these when I went out to breakfast with one of my best friends one morning (yes, my french toast was delicious, thank you for asking,) and I think I got a few stares from old people in the restaurant because of it.  Of course, this could just be my paranoia talking, and I probably only thought they were looking at me because I was a bit self-conscious while wearing them.  Yes, that is probably it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 513px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_1186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress (worn as skirt) - Rodarte x Target ; shirt - Urban Outfitters ; cardigan - Forever 21 ; tights - Hue ; scarf - Forever 21 ; shoes - Urban Outfitters ; bag - Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This outfit was my attempt to not wear any black, and I like the outcome, even if I did somewhat resemble an Easter egg.  Actually, I don't see how that's a bad thing.  I love Easter!  Maybe I'll wear this with a pair of bunny ears on Easter and hide in the bushes and pop out at little children while they're on their Easter egg hunt!  And I can be like "You found me, the human Easter egg!  Robin's Eggs (best candy ever) all around!" Creepy?  Yes?  Ok, I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Misikkogiveawaybanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 580px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Misikkogiveawaybanner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For those who haven't entered yet, don't forget the &lt;a href="http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/hana-professional-flat-iron-giveaway.html"&gt;flat iron giveaway &lt;/a&gt;ends on Sunday!  I haven't got that many entries, so your chances of winning are pretty sizable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for me to go get something productive done.  We've been having such amazing weather in Southern California recently that I've been spending my time laying on my front lawn with One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (I'm a big magical realism fan) and an iHome playing Iron &amp;amp; Wine and the new Rogue Wave album, instead of doing what I should've been doing, such as cleaning ,studying for biology or, I don't know, sewing the MILLIONS of things I have yet to sew.  Sigh. I wish I wasn't so lame at changing the bobbin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-2713158963189829327?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2713158963189829327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2713158963189829327&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2713158963189829327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2713158963189829327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-had-idea-that-worlds-so-full-of-pain.html' title='I had the idea that the world&apos;s so full of pain that it must sometimes make a kind of singing'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6727716973744421545</id><published>2010-03-13T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:30:50.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hana Professional Flat Iron Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Misikkogiveawaybanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Misikkogiveawaybanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 580px; display: block; height: 360px;" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Misikkogiveawaybanner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I got an e-mail from John of Misikko.com, home of &lt;a href="http://www.misikko.com/"&gt;hair straighteners&lt;/a&gt;, blow dryers and more, asking me to review a flat iron on my blog. Now, I won’t post a photo of my current flat iron for fear of scaring those who care anything about hair, but let me just say that it’s in much need of replacement. So obviously I jumped on the opportunity and replied with a huge “YES YES YES!” I mean, with a more professional wording of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I got my flat iron I decided to snoop around Misikko.com for awhile. Let me just say as someone who had to try and sell these flat irons to people while I was working at a certain home goods store, Misikko has a pretty nice selection of well-priced &lt;a href="http://www.misikko.com/fachiceflir.html"&gt;Chi flat irons &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.misikko.com/fhi-flat-iron.html"&gt;FHI flat irons &lt;/a&gt;. Plus, you buy them online and you don’t get bugged by any pushy sales associates who are trying to sell you place mats to go with your flat iron (seriously, am I the only shopper/former sales associate who gets bugged by this?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Hana Professional flat iron, which is listed as the &lt;a href="http://www.misikko.com/best-flat-iron.html"&gt;best flat iron &lt;/a&gt;on Misikko.com, in the mail on Friday, and I was surprised as soon as I opened up the box. I was expecting a flat iron. What I got was a flat iron PLUS a traveling case, a mat to rest the iron on, hair serum and tons of other little goodies, all wrapped up nice and quite cutely in ribbons and flowers. Misikko must know I'm a sucker for surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 640px; display: block; height: 402px;" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 640px; display: block; height: 419px;" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I started taking pictures of my flat iron on my vintage cherry blossom plate (cute, right? My mother's into collecting vintage plates and bowls and whatnot) in order to kill time while I was waiting for the flat iron to heat up. It took far fewer pictures than I expected! Seriously, this thing heats up quite quickly. This plus the fact that it only takes one quick pass through my hair to make it pin straight, as opposed to the couple passes my old flat iron took, leads me to believe that I'll now have time straighten my hair before school! I won't have to go to school with crazy kinks, cowlicks and flips in my hair. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 416px; display: block; height: 640px;" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100313_81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now get ready for some before and after photos showcasing my poor photoshop skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/before_after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 640px; display: block; height: 404px;" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/before_after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do to enter is comment on this post. Seriously, that's it. Easy peasy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there are a few ways to get some extra entries:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Follow Misikko on Twitter (&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/misikko"&gt;www.twitter.com/misikko&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Join the Misikko newsletter. You can do this on the front page of Misikko.com (You get 3 extra entries for this one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Talk about this giveaway on your blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Followers of my blog also get an extra entry, because you ladies are lovely and you deserve it. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to enter just comment on this post and tell me if you joined the Misikko newsletter, if you follow Misikko on twitter, etc.  Leave your e-mail address if you enter anonymously. Contest ends next Sunday. Ok, ready, set, GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6727716973744421545?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6727716973744421545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6727716973744421545&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6727716973744421545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6727716973744421545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/hana-professional-flat-iron-giveaway.html' title='Hana Professional Flat Iron Giveaway!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3175427334125812859</id><published>2010-03-12T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:11:55.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>concern concern concern yourself with the invisible! concern concern concern yourself with the incredible!</title><content type='html'>Fashion week is officially over, and I am officially very sad about it.  I'm going to miss coming home from school, looking at every single look from every single collection, and saving everything I loved onto my "WHY CAN'T I HAVE THIS! Fall2010" folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I decided that if I can't see any new collections I might as well get some frozen yogurt.  That makes sense, right?  Besides, a very helpful text from a friend tipped me off to the fact that Yogurtland now has a tiramisu frozen yogurt! Tiramisu! Really!  The frozen yogurt gods decided to take my favorite dessert and turn into a frozen treat!  I'm too lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 502px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting the tiramisu frozen yogurt (which was as delicious as it sounds) my friend and I decided to head down to the beach to get some blog photos.  Unfortunately, the wind was ridiculous.  I almost got blown away and I'm pretty sure some beach-goers might have gotten a little look under my dress.  Oh well, lesson learned.  Don't wear flowy dresses on a windy beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0963.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 511px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0976.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, non-windy days/frozen yogurt news, I'll probably start my giveaway on Sunday. Be excited! I am :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - American Eagle Outfitters ; cardigan - Forever 21 ; hat - Forever 21 ; tights - Hue ; bag - H&amp;amp;M ; flats - Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-3175427334125812859?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3175427334125812859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3175427334125812859&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3175427334125812859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3175427334125812859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/concern-concern-concern-yourself-with.html' title='concern concern concern yourself with the invisible! concern concern concern yourself with the incredible!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6732865288001627937</id><published>2010-03-08T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:34:41.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not to put too fine a point on it, say I'm the only bee in your bonnet</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I used to have dreams that stores would let me come in and take whatever I wanted for free. Seriously, I would dream about getting free stuff. While I think this could have been a disgusting sign of childhood materialism, there's also a chance that these dreams were some sort of foreshadowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn't invited into Toys R Us to run around the store for a minute and get whatever I can fit into my cart for free (please tell me I'm not the only one who remembers that contest.) I did go to Jet Rag's $1 Sunday Sale in West Hollywood on Sunday though, and really, $1 for clothes is pretty damn close to free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 535px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the non-Southern Californian readers out there, Jet Rag is a vintage store that has a pretty amazing sidewalk sale every Sunday. Giant vacuum sealed bundles are dragged out into the parking lot and opened to be picked through by everyone from Hollywood hipsters to people who shop at the sale out of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 498px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Digging through the piles means touching more stained, wet (due to the previous day's rain,) polyester clothing then one typically wants to touch, but it's worth it when you find cheap vintage goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 530px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 799px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_67.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After digging through the piles, you've got to claim a spot and finally start sorting through your loot.  It's hard to decide if that slightly stained (you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oxy&lt;/span&gt;-clean that out, right?) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; (I can totally sew a large house dress into a skirt!) piece of clothing is worth getting, even if it is only a dollar.  I eventually whittled down my pile of 25 things down to 18.  18 things for 18 dollars!? Pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 447px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_74.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the Sunday sale I stopped by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Melrose&lt;/span&gt; Trading Post.  I didn't buy anything (even $10 for a dress looks ridiculous after shopping in a place where everything is $1) but there were a few things I fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_86-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_86-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 535px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100307_85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost bought this sweater.  It's a bit hipster-y, but a part of me thought that I HAD to have Mickey, Donald and Minnie skipping across my stomach.  It was on the $5 rack, but when I went to buy it the owner told me in a very angry Eastern European accent that it was on the wrong rack and was actually $20.  Whatever, angry swap meet lady!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt;, and is enjoying being back at work or school this lovely Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6732865288001627937?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6732865288001627937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6732865288001627937&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6732865288001627937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6732865288001627937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-to-put-too-fine-point-on-it-say-im.html' title='not to put too fine a point on it, say I&apos;m the only bee in your bonnet'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6621329384159973737</id><published>2010-03-05T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:21:39.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was a sad boy, now I know, I know, I know I was wrong</title><content type='html'>Lord knows that with this economy (they say it's getting better, but I haven't personally experienced any improvements) and the fact that I'll be moving out in a few months, this is really not the right time for me to be buying clothes.  Of course, lord also knows that I really can't live my life without shopping.  In order to compromise, I've decided to try only buying secondhand/vintage.  For the most part, I've been doing pretty good at sticking to that plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "for the most part" I mean that when I see t-shirt with a simple line drawing of a sleeping cat that happens to be less than $10 at H&amp;amp;M, I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 495px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100305_83.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the perfect addition to my I-just-woke-up-late-and-need-to-get-ready-for-school-in,-like,-10-minutes-oh-my-god-AH! outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100305_78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 425px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100305_78.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The love of my life, Hepatitis the Cat, approves of me wearing t-shirts with cat faces on them.  In fact, this is officially my Hepatitis shirt.  Yet to save people from disgust and confusion, I won't go running around saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100305_66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100305_66.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get off the computer to go get ready for a Geography lecture I'm going to tonight (yeah, I'm pretty wild when it comes to my Friday nights,) I'd like to let you all know that I'll be having my first ever blog giveaway soon!  I've been wanting to have a giveaway for awhile, so I'm pretty excited for this.  Stay tuned, dear readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shirt - H&amp;amp;M ; cardigan - Forever 21 ; shorts - Urban Outfitters ; tights - Hue ; bag - Forever 21 ; shoes - Old Navy ; hat - Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6621329384159973737?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6621329384159973737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6621329384159973737&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6621329384159973737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6621329384159973737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-i-was-sad-boy-now-i-know-i.html' title='I thought I was a sad boy, now I know, I know, I know I was wrong'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8823727975781442886</id><published>2010-03-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:35:11.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no sir, cattle can't do that</title><content type='html'>Sorry, my dear blog readers, that I haven't posted in forever.  Last week wasn't the best one I've ever had and any post would've been a bit too "woe is me!"  Luckily this week is much better so far, so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for life! Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100303_151.jpg" /&gt;Last night I was dragged along to Hollywood to go see a taping of a Keith Urban performance for Jimmy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kimmel&lt;/span&gt; Live! (which is a show apparently? I had no idea!)  My mother's a huge fan of his (Urban, not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kimmel&lt;/span&gt;,) and it was quite adorable to see a lot of women my mother's age gathered around talking about how much they just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;looooove&lt;/span&gt; Keith Urban.  My brilliant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contribution&lt;/span&gt; to the conversation? "Oh my god, his head is so big!"  This got a few laughs, a few stares, and one "What!? You haven't seen him before!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, you can't bring cameras into the taping, so I had to leave mine in the car.  This means that instead of getting some nice blog pictures on Hollywood Blvd., which is partly blocked off for the Oscars, you get to see some lovely shots from parking level number 5 of the Hollywood &amp;amp; Highland parking structure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100303_148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 516px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100303_148.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This is my super serious blog picture face.  In reality, I do not believe I was ready for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;picture&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The two bags contain a t-shirt with a simple line-drawing of a cat's face on it and some lip tint that I ran out of a few months ago and have finally replaced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I know this outfit isn't the most exciting.  To make up for it, here's a picture of my cousin wearing a giant bow I made for him.  He's clearly pretty down with me putting a giant pink bow on his head and taking a picture of him.  9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade boys love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100303_85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100303_85.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - H&amp;amp;M ; jacket - Forever 21 ; tights - Hue ; shoes - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Minnetonka&lt;/span&gt; ; necklace - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; ; bag - H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-8823727975781442886?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8823727975781442886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8823727975781442886&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8823727975781442886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8823727975781442886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-sir-cattle-cant-do-that.html' title='no sir, cattle can&apos;t do that'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2914290366625220122</id><published>2010-02-16T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:53:43.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a bundle of sticks in a fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's a little secret about yours truly -- blogging during any fashion week, especially fall, really overwhelms me. Every day there are all these amazing, and sometimes not so amazing, shows to talk about and the idea of picking out even a few looks to talk about really gives me a tad bit of anxiety. I know, I know, I am ridiculous! But there you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways, instead of talking about this current fashion week (which is somewhat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; me for the most part anyways,) I'll post picture from my trip out to the desert. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 720px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 540px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs139.snc3/18666_1330943868205_1069246685_994124_2186885_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 603px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs261.ash1/18851_304816856370_641481370_4020302_8028249_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 603px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs251.ash1/17850_104833422874376_100000431568719_121379_6814858_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 603px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs261.ash1/18851_304814841370_641481370_4020246_518581_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was taken at the Salton Sea, which was pretty amazing in an oh-my-god-dead-fish-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EW&lt;/span&gt;! sort of way. This accidentally man-made sea has no way of getting more water, so when the water started to evaporate it raised the concentration of salt and pollutants in the remaining water. Therefore, the shore is covered with dead fish and fish bones. The sand you see? It's not sand, it's little pieces of barnacles! The whole thing was kind of surreal, and I've got more detailed pictures (including some of dead fish. Yum!) on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 603px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs261.ash1/18851_304815066370_641481370_4020279_5331744_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 603px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 401px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs161.snc3/18851_304814916370_641481370_4020257_7656274_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't originally plan on going to Salvation Mountain. In fact, I was the only one who knew about it before we went there, and I had no idea it was close to where we'd be camping. Luckily a nice man at the Salton Sea visitor center told us how to get there and I convinced everybody that it would be worth it. It totally was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 438px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2rzxdn9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, what is one thing Kristen Stewart and I have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs161.snc3/18851_304815051370_641481370_4020276_4581487_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs161.snc3/18851_304815051370_641481370_4020276_4581487_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We both got to meet Leonard, the man who created Salvation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mountain&lt;/span&gt;! This guy really is as lovely as he was portrayed to be in Into The Wild. We were talking about how he gets so many more visitors than he used to, and he said "Well all these people found out about Salvation Mountain on Google Earth! And there's this thing called, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhm&lt;/span&gt;, Face Book? I think it's on TV. But the kids see me on that and they all want to visit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anyone has the chance to check out Salvation Mountain I suggest you do it. The inside is as gorgeous as the outside.  Once again, more pictures on my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?pid=4020257&amp;amp;id=641481370"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope all my American readers had a lovely President's Day weekend!  I'm off to go practice my driving.  My test is coming up, and I still can't park or change lanes. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-2914290366625220122?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2914290366625220122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2914290366625220122&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2914290366625220122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2914290366625220122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/02/like-bundle-of-sticks-in-fire.html' title='like a bundle of sticks in a fire'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/2rzxdn9_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6303205590573507633</id><published>2010-02-08T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:10:00.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>classical devotion, architect promotion, lacking in emotion, think about it now</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I bought my first ever romper, and now I want MORE! They are ridiculously convenient. I feel like I'm wearing a dress, but I don't have to worry about anyone getting an unnecessary peak while I'm getting out of my car (it's pretty low to the ground and hard to get out of in a ladylike manner) or randomly doing high karate kicks whilst walking around with Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100208_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take blog photos in my room today, seeing as I don't think it's ever been in my blog before. Actually, only a very few friends have ever seen my room. Look at that, dear blog readers! Looks at all the great perks reading my blog brings to you! Exciting times! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Champagne all around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100208_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 531px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 800px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100208_21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I thought putting on my headdress would be a good idea. It's in far worse condition from the last time I've worn it. Damn cats. Also, this is what I look like with no makeup. Not that I wear much normally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100208_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 554px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100208_38.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my bulletin board! An example of some of the things thumb-tacked to it: my old prom photo, signed Vampire Weekend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;setlist&lt;/span&gt;, a creepy old photo of twins (taken some time in the 1920's) and a marriage certificate from camp between me and one of my friends, Cassandra. To see a better description of what's on the board, &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/or_whatever/4342992980/"&gt;click here &lt;/a&gt;to go to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bulletin board? Take a picture and put it on your blog. I'm nosey and dying to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to take these photos quickly and then head over to Target to get stuff for the camping trip I'm leaving for tomorrow. Unfortunately, I kind of fell off my bed and ripped my tights, meaning I had to change into my black ones. I'm trying to break out of my black tight addiction, but sometimes I feel like fate does not want me to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said earlier, tomorrow I'm heading for a camping trip with some geography buddies. We're going to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anza&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Borrego&lt;/span&gt; Desert State Park, which is a bit east of San Diego, CA and pretty close to Mexico. Camping would be ten times better if I could just wear what I normally wear instead of jeans, but it should still be a pretty good time. Now I've got to finish packing. I'll be back on Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;romper - Target ; cardigan - Target ; tights - Walmart (I only shop there when I'm in PA, as it is the only store in town) ; dove pin - H&amp;amp;M&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/4469098067954281836-6303205590573507633?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6303205590573507633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6303205590573507633&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6303205590573507633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6303205590573507633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/02/classical-devotion-architect-promotion.html' title='classical devotion, architect promotion, lacking in emotion, think about it now'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7623399306171232925</id><published>2010-02-07T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:15:29.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>for a liberated Spectrum!</title><content type='html'>It is very possible that I have the biggest girl-crush EVER on Iekeliene Stange.  Well, maybe not the &lt;em&gt;biggest, &lt;/em&gt;seeing as I still can't spell her name without using google, but I do often think it would be quite grand if I could just steal a little bit of her lovely fashion sense, turn it into a drink and consume it for breakfast with my plain oatmeal and banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/2508713334_a3ba913635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 496px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/2508713334_a3ba913635.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/2508728624_245955c593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/2508728624_245955c593.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/3233898992_bb38562d94_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 682px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/3233898992_bb38562d94_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Bilder-3574-Style-Icon-Iekeliene-St.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 683px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1024px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Bilder-3574-Style-Icon-Iekeliene-St.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/image.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 627px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/image.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/bright_young_things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/bright_young_things.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/imagem.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 705px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/imagem.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/stange-outside-louis-vuitton-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 602px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/stange-outside-louis-vuitton-show.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sorry these photos are all different sizes!  I don't even know where I got most of them; they were all uploaded from my computer's inspiration folder.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel Iekeliene would be the best person in the world to go thrift shopping with.  She would be that friend who would force you to try on that dress you would pick out for yourself in a million years, and then when you come out of the fitting room you realize it's gorgeous and she's a thrift shopping genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, who is your girl crush?  Who fills up a large chunk of your computer's inspiration folder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I forgot to write this in my last blog post: I got into San Francisco State University!  So in about 6 months I'll either be living in San Francisco or Chico!  I'm still stuck between those two schools; I like them both, but for very different reasons.  I have this huge Pro/Con list in my head and it's driving me crazy!  But still, I'm happy I got in :]  Now the only school I'm waiting to hear from is Berkeley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-7623399306171232925?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7623399306171232925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7623399306171232925&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7623399306171232925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7623399306171232925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-liberated-spectrum.html' title='for a liberated Spectrum!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-991359449276140433</id><published>2010-02-04T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:32:40.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my heart, it's a rock and great boulder and stuck in the gutter</title><content type='html'>If you look back into the archives of my blog you'll quickly realize that I'm not one for mixing colors.  I mean, I wear black tights and black shoes (although the constant black flats is due to my dismal shoe collection) with practically everything.  It's not because I don't like mixing colors!  My favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; are the ones who mix prints &amp;amp; tons of different colors like crazy.  It's just that black tights + dress combination is easier and safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I won a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rodarte&lt;/span&gt; x Target cardigan from &lt;a href="http://tavi-thenewgirlintown.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (thank you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tavi&lt;/span&gt;!) I was half happy/half flustered in an oh-my-god-what-do-I-wear-a-mustard-color-cardigan-with!? sort of way.   My friend suggested jeans and a gray t-shirt, but I rarely ever wear pants and this gorgeous cardigan deserves better than that! (erm, no offense Alex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://hipstermusings.blogspot.com/2010/02/candy.html"&gt;Isabel's&lt;/a&gt; blog, and she wore her cardigan from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tavi&lt;/span&gt; in what she calls a "colour-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;splosion&lt;/span&gt;!"  So I decided I should just follow suit and rock this baby with some color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100204_186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately this dress of mine accidentally went through the dryer, making it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; short.  For all of you people who wish you were taller -- don't. All Forever 21 dresses were made for the under giant-height set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100204_302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 541px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100204_302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The color of the cardigan made me feel like I was an extension of the bridge's railing.  Seriously, I need to coordinate with playground equipment more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100204_218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 505px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100204_218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this a sign of more colorful outfits ahead? One can hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cardigan - Rodarte x Target ; dress - Forever 21 ; tights - Hue ; shoes - Target&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/4469098067954281836-991359449276140433?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/991359449276140433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=991359449276140433&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/991359449276140433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/991359449276140433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-heart-its-rock-and-great-boulder.html' title='oh my heart, it&apos;s a rock and great boulder and stuck in the gutter'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2535161049767693959</id><published>2010-02-01T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:38:46.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>show off the gams</title><content type='html'>Whenever I go through some kind of slump, as I have been for the past couple days, I always try to remember that I'm probably due for a &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; good day. Luckily, yesterday was my really, REALLY good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Jen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kweller&lt;/span&gt; and I decided we were both way overdue for a day of shopping. We started off at an antique mall that I've driven by countless times (it's right next to the freeway I take to get to Disneyland) where Jen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kweller&lt;/span&gt; bought the cutest vintage &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Samsonite&lt;/span&gt; suitcase. Trying on rompers at Target and reading a pile of fashion magazines at Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles were also on our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs127.snc3/17451_282722586370_641481370_3951908_893745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 424px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs127.snc3/17451_282722586370_641481370_3951908_893745_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs127.snc3/17451_282722671370_641481370_3951920_6244322_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs127.snc3/17451_282722671370_641481370_3951920_6244322_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet the best part of this day happened at Buffalo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Exchange&lt;/span&gt; in Long Beach.  I have had $80 worth of store credit sitting in my wallet for awhile, so I was anxious to go spend it.  While looking through the skirt rack, with two dresses and another skirt already in my hand, I stumbled upon a gorgeous sequin skirt that was just my size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 630px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/Image1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It should!  It was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Proenza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schouler&lt;/span&gt; skirt from their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Fall 2009 collection!  Originally $1,350.00 at Saks.com, now on sale for $404.  The best part? I only paid $17.50 for it!  Normally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Buffalo&lt;/span&gt; Exchange catches their designer items and charges accordingly, but I guess both the person who brought it in and the person who was doing the buying didn't know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/2009PF/PSCHOULER/RUNWAY/21m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/2009PF/PSCHOULER/RUNWAY/21m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 732px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is, hands down, my best &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thrifting&lt;/span&gt; (does Buffalo Exchange count as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thrifting&lt;/span&gt;?) find ever.  I mean, I have my Anna Sui dress that I found at a garage sale for $5, but I've never had a picture of that dress in my computer's inspiration folder like I have with this skirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100201_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 504px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 799px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100201_15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now with the striped shirt I was just trying to somewhat mimic the model's outfit, but the outfit above is how I would wear it.  I really love how it looks with a plain t-shirt.  Thank you, thank you, thank you shopping gods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;skirt - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Proenza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schouler&lt;/span&gt; ; striped t-shirt - Old Navy ; v-neck - Tilly's ; blazer - Forever 21 ; heels - Nine West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-2535161049767693959?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2535161049767693959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2535161049767693959&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2535161049767693959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2535161049767693959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/02/show-off-gams.html' title='show off the gams'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4763338921860916448</id><published>2010-01-28T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T14:10:04.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If what I have is what you need, I'm never going to give it to you.</title><content type='html'>I'm back! My little road trip up to Northern California was quite lovely. The weather seemed to be against us the whole trip (hello tons of rain while touring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; Chico! hello forgetting where we parked the car, causing us to walk around downtown Chico in the rain while trying to find it!) but the fact that I got to eat clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl not once, but&lt;em&gt; twice,&lt;/em&gt; (once in San Francisco, once in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt;) totally made up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the most amazing ice cream sundae in Chico, but I think after going a month with out any ice cream at all, anything would've tasted delicious. And besides, when is there ever bad ice cream? Oh! And the popcorn shrimp on Fisherman's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wharf&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, please ignore the fact that all of my good memories of this trip involve me eating terribly unhealthy food and enjoy some photos of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100126_41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100126_41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because of the nasty weather, Cannery Row &amp;amp; Fisherman's Wharf were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; empty. This meant every shop owner started conversations with us. Common topic of conversation? "Missy, you better watch out for those puddles with those little tiny shoes of yours!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; on Fisherman's Wharf also had a person outside of it offering free samples of clam chowder and trying to convince us to eat at their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. "Hey! Hey! Eat here and we'll throw in a free appetizer!" "Best clam chowder on the wharf! The absolute best!" "Hey, girl, your shoes are so tiny! Get out of the rain and INTO MY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;RESTAURANT&lt;/span&gt;!!" I felt like I was in Mexico, where people yell at you to come into their bars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We ended up eating at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; where the samples guy was trying to describe their specials and said "Here we have salmon covered in...uhm...some sort of butter sauce. Honestly, I don't know what it's called. But it is DELICIOUS!" I appreciate honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100126_81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100126_81.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm looking for sea glass in this picture, and I ended up finding a fair amount of it. Now I just need to find something to do with it. Ideas, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100126_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100126_30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The main purpose of this trip was to check out the colleges I applied to so I can finally start deciding on where I want to go. As of now I'm stuck between San Francisco State and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; Chico. Berkeley's on the list too, but my chances of getting in there are pretty slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The car we rented for this trip had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; radio, and while listening to the indie rock station for the whole trip I discovered quite a few new bands. My favorite discovery is Owen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pallett&lt;/span&gt; and his new album, Heartland. You should buy it. Right now! Or if you're a little more skeptical of my opinion and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insistence&lt;/span&gt; of your purchase of this album, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T7WxTP3ger8"&gt;watch this video&lt;/a&gt;.  Just make sure you watch it (instead of just listening) till the very end, as it gets more epic the rainier it gets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - Urban Outfitters ; coat - Forever 21 ; tights -who even knows anymore! I have so many pairs of black tights. ; hat - Forever 21 ; scarf - made by a friend ; bag - H&amp;amp;M ; shoes - Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/4469098067954281836-4763338921860916448?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4763338921860916448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4763338921860916448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4763338921860916448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4763338921860916448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-what-i-have-is-what-you-need-im.html' title='If what I have is what you need, I&apos;m never going to give it to you.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5750490717087652180</id><published>2010-01-22T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:04:13.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lord and lady skips-a-lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I've neglected my dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' blog for a bit, and all I've got for you is one lousy outfit picture.  I took it in a rush, as I was late for a night of watching Sex and the City (the show, not the movie) and hating on guys with my dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 640px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jacket - Forever 21 ; shirt - H&amp;amp;M ; cami - Urban Outfitters ; shorts - Old Navy ; tights - Hue ; bag - Urban Outfitters ; shoes - thrifted ; hat - Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Of course, I have a great excuse for not updating my blog.  How could I update my blog when I was too busy staying up till 4 in the morning watching a certain television show that had far too short of a life!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/ic/blogs/channelsurfing/uploaded_images/FREAKS_AND_GEEKS-718158-701779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/ic/blogs/channelsurfing/uploaded_images/FREAKS_AND_GEEKS-718158-701779.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm addicted, I swear.  I'm a little bit more than half-way through the show and I'm a bit sad that it will be over so soon.  Oh, and I also have a bit of a crush on the young Jason &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Segal&lt;/span&gt;.  More like an I-REALLY-want-to-go-back-in-time-and-jump-into-this-fictional-world-so-Nick-can-play-Nights-In-White-Satin-for-me type of crush.  I'm not pathetic, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I'll be heading up to San Francisco bright and early tomorrow morning in order to check out schools.  I'm also going to Chico, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sonoma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cambria&lt;/span&gt;, and possibly Berkeley.  If anyone has been to any of those places and knows of some really good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;resturants&lt;/span&gt; and thrift stores, please share the knowledge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to go finish packing! I hope everyone has a lovely weekend, and I swear I'll get some better pictures up here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-5750490717087652180?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5750490717087652180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5750490717087652180&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5750490717087652180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5750490717087652180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/01/lord-and-lady-skips-lot.html' title='lord and lady skips-a-lot'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-720627900659727686</id><published>2010-01-12T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:15:09.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the morning comes</title><content type='html'>There are few things as lovely as meeting up with a few friends who you rarely get to see, especially when these friends have all gone through some sort of major event in your life with you. A few days ago I went out to lunch with three friends who worked with me at camp last summer, and it was nice to be able to rehash old camp stories without annoying people who weren't there and don't really care. Plus, my veggie burger with guacamole was absolutely delicious, which made the day even that much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 448px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 639px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100112_95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The lace top I'm wearing is actually a dress. It's more off-white than it looks in these photos, and I can't wait to wear it as a dress. I really do have a thing for lace dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100112_86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 449px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 640px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20100112_86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These photos were taken outside of a park bathroom, as that was the lightest place my friends and I could find. I can't wait till I go to San Francisco/Northern California in a little more than a week. When it comes to blog photo settings, the streets of San Francisco &gt; dirty park bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home that night I decided to be productive and...watch YouTube videos. I eventually stumbled upon the new OK Go video. It's so good! OK Go are the kings of one-take videos, and every time I watch a new video of theirs I just want to just jump into the screen and give them a huge hug. Is that creepy? Hope not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJKythlXAIY"&gt;You should watch the video here&lt;/a&gt;, since the band is being silly and not allowing anyone to embed this video anywhere.  It's ok OK Go, I forgive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - Forever 21 ; skirt - Urban Outfitters ; belt - Express ; tights - Hue ; shoes - Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-720627900659727686?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/720627900659727686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=720627900659727686&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/720627900659727686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/720627900659727686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-morning-comes.html' title='when the morning comes'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6166283614167675169</id><published>2010-01-10T09:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:22:18.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby please don't lose your faith in the good earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I would like to start this blog post with a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' UGH! I'm having computer problems once again, and using my mother's computer to upload photos is proving to be difficult, seeing as she seems to be having computer problems as well. Yet I do not want to neglect my blog (one of my new year's resolutions: update blog more often) so I'll post some semi-older photos I have yet to put up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs143.snc3/17041_1221329967611_1059780110_30570786_1040220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs143.snc3/17041_1221329967611_1059780110_30570786_1040220_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These pictures were taken by a friend at a Christmas dinner party she held a few days before Christmas. I changed my outfit about 6 times before the party, and I ended up with the outfit that resembled the uniforms the waitresses at my favorite Mexican food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; wear. Oh well, I do really enjoy Mexican food, so I guess it's only fitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That black top is actually not a top. It's a dress. A black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lace&lt;/span&gt; body-con dress, but lord knows I should never be seen running around in anything body-con, so I decided to throw a skirt over it. Or wait! That skirt's actually not a skirt! It's a really short strapless dress! I just tucked the top part of the dress in and it worked fine as a skirt. This outfit is full of illusions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs143.snc3/17041_1221330207617_1059780110_30570792_81932_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs143.snc3/17041_1221330207617_1059780110_30570792_81932_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The above photo does an amazing job at showing the awkwardness I feel at most social events. Look at me! I'm practically curled into a ball! I think my awkwardness floated into the air, and that's what made the photo blurry. Luckily all awkwardness went out the door after we watched one of my favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; videos, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyqUj3PGHv4"&gt;the YES dance&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, the YES can cure everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to things I've experienced lately that you need to check out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://silenceinarchitecture.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/vampireweekend-contra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 480px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 488px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://silenceinarchitecture.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/vampireweekend-contra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm am having a major love affair with Vampire Weekend's new album. Its official release date is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; 11, so I recommend everyone go run out and buy it then. Or obtain it through other methods. I don't really care, just get it! Then listen to California English on repeat and go through 66 pages of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lamebook&lt;/span&gt;.com, and you'll be recreating my Friday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone should also see An Education as soon as possible!  I saw The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Imaginarium&lt;/span&gt; of Dr. Parnassus on the same day that I saw An Education, and I barely even think about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Imaginarium&lt;/span&gt;.  An Education, on the other hand, is a movie I can't get out of my head.  The story was amazing and I want every single movie still I cant get my hands on.  This movie makes me want to learn how to play cello, lay on the floor and listen to French albums, and go to Paris while clad in gorgeous vintage dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2009/10/14/dd-education16.0_0500692118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 625px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imgs.sfgate.com/c/pictures/2009/10/14/dd-education16.0_0500692118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/spotlights/2008/rtuk_feature_an_education_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/spotlights/2008/rtuk_feature_an_education_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/festivus/2009/02/05/an_education_nick_hornby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pastemagazine.com/blogs/festivus/2009/02/05/an_education_nick_hornby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before I leave to go meet up with some of my favorite people ever and eat a delicious veggie burger, some people asked me what kind of camera I used in the previous post.  I used a Nikon D40, and I suggest anyone who is thinking about getting a camera get a Nikon D40 as well.  They are pretty cheap when you compare them to other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DSLRS&lt;/span&gt;, and in my experience &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nikons&lt;/span&gt; are way better than Canons.  I think I'm ready to get a new camera soon, soon meaning after I stop being a poor college student, but until then I'll enjoy my lovely, reliable D40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope everyone has an enjoyable weekend! Thanks to everyone who left a comment on my last post.  They were very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6166283614167675169?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6166283614167675169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6166283614167675169&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6166283614167675169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6166283614167675169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-please-dont-lose-your-faith-in.html' title='baby please don&apos;t lose your faith in the good earth'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5903296109975567266</id><published>2010-01-05T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T14:16:39.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frozen things they all unfreeze</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I had a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;photo shoot&lt;/span&gt; with my friend's sister and her sister's best friends. After outfitting them in my clothes (made smaller by hair clips in some cases, as 12-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; seem to be smaller than 20-year-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;) they frolicked and climbed trees and acted adorable. The whole thing got the attention of this big group of Boy Scouts that happened to be playing capture the flag. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 526px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0411bw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 485px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel like the above photo should be a film still from some dreamy Coppola movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/bts-DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 553px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/bts-DSC_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the shoot the girls started to get hungry, so we let them have a snack break. Their snack? Dry top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ramen&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, kids these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 554px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0238k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 545px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0238k.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't fancy myself a great photographer (though technically I am one, as I get paid to take photos. I mean, mabe not a good photographer, but a photographer of some sort) but I do really enjoy having these little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;photo shoots&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately the only models I have are 12. It's not that I don't love taking their photos, but I would love some variety in models. Fingers crossed that I get some ridiculously photogenic friends when I move in less than a year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to normal outfit posts tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lace dresses: vintage ; plaid coat: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wendy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hil&lt;/span&gt; ; strapless floral dress: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; ; floral dress: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; ; polka-dot cardigan: target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-5903296109975567266?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5903296109975567266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5903296109975567266&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5903296109975567266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5903296109975567266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/01/frozen-things-they-all-unfreeze.html' title='frozen things they all unfreeze'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3544870397836565386</id><published>2010-01-03T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:38:26.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>while I'm alive I'll feel alive</title><content type='html'>So I said in an earlier post that my go-to outfit is a short dress, long cardigan and black tights and that I wear that outfit far too often. Good news! I wore something else a few days ago! Exciting news indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm still wearing black tights, but baby steps, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I really wanted to say ignore my face in the above photo because it looks ridiculous, but I think I say that too often. So from now on just ALWAYS ignore my face! I think everything would work a lot better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some friends who really hate the shorts and tights look, but I enjoy it. I'm also in love with the jacket I'm wearing in the above blurry mirror picture. It looks like an old lady rain coat and I need to restrain myself from wearing it every day and just sitting outside with Hepatitis the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go read my Lula magazine (my first issue ever!) I need to thank my lovely new followers. Thank you! Now, time to go dive into a magazine that makes me wish very badly that I was a redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shirt: Urban Outfitters ; shorts: Old Navy ; vest: Forever 21 ; coat: Forever 21 ; tights: Hue ; shoes: some store in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woodbury&lt;/span&gt; Commons ; bag: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; ; hat: Urban Outfitters &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[you can always tell when it's raining in California because my clothing list is almost twice as long. I'm pathetic when it comes to dealing with the cold.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  So the other day I kind of went crazy cleaning out my blog roll in my sidebar, and I deleted far too many blogs.  Of course, most of them haven't been updated in months, so maybe not.  Either way, I'm down to trade links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-3544870397836565386?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3544870397836565386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3544870397836565386&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3544870397836565386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3544870397836565386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-im-alive-ill-feel-alive.html' title='while I&apos;m alive I&apos;ll feel alive'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7462337775136872368</id><published>2010-01-01T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:30:57.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no measuring of it as nothing else is love</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a very enjoyable New Year's Eve!  I hung out a friend's house and played the most ridiculous game of apples to apples I've ever played in my life. What did you all do? Anything exciting?  Are you even able to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend's who was throwing the party decided to make it a costume party at the last minute, so I threw on the crown my father made me an viola! A costume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 521px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 497px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I decided to post this picture despite how weird my freckles look around my mouth (I swear, it's not a mustache a la Youth in Revolt's Francois) in order to show off the gorgeousness that is this Rodarte x Target dress.  Bows! Lace! Tulle! All in one dress? Yes please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading all of the New Year's resolutions people have been posting one their blogs.  I know some people aren't big fans of resolutions, but I think any excuse for people to try to change their lives for the better can't be bad...as long as you allow yourself to restart mid-year if you start to slip up and you don't use the "oh, I'll wait till next year" excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably see my resolutions up on the blog tomorrow.  They aren't much different from other blogger's, but it's always nice to publicly announce your goals every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's having a very enjoyable new year's day! I'm going to get back to watching TMC's marathon of "what the future might have been like" movies.  Just finished Fahrenheit 451.  A very good choice for first movie of 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - Rodarte x Target; tights - Hue; shoes- Target; crown- My dad&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/4469098067954281836-7462337775136872368?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7462337775136872368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7462337775136872368&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7462337775136872368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7462337775136872368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-no-measuring-of-it-as-nothing.html' title='there&apos;s no measuring of it as nothing else is love'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1462938570567252929</id><published>2009-12-30T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:39:30.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's prison time</title><content type='html'>Is there any cuter accessory than a really adorable cat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 546px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Hepatitis, the neighborhood cat. I did not name her, but I do feed her. Because of this, she waits by my front door and meows at me every once in awhile. I am in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[edit] OH!  &lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st birthday to Sing Before Seven!&lt;/strong&gt;  I started this blog a year ago after a break up with a boyfriend, and I'm quite happy that I stuck with it.  Without this blog I wouldn't have met [well, met online] so many amazing people from around the world.  Thank you to my followers and commenters for being amazing, and thank you to fellow bloggers for keeping my inspired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1462938570567252929?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1462938570567252929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1462938570567252929&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1462938570567252929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1462938570567252929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/12/thats-prison-time.html' title='that&apos;s prison time'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1198047911854385568</id><published>2009-12-28T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T17:33:58.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>much too cool for seventh grade</title><content type='html'>I've come to realize that I wear the same thing every day.  My go-to outfit is a short dress, black tights and a long cardigan.  Oh well, it's better than when I wore jeans all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0267-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, what's with my face in this photo?  I'm not wearing any makeup, and my smile and nose look weird, and it's just ugh.  But wait!  I remember those girls in high school used to put Hello Kitty's face  over their faces on their myspace photos when their boobs looked good but their faces didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I love Hello Kitty and all, but I don't think I'm very much like her, and putting her face over mine would just be silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 492px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, Pepper Ann!  That's better. [please, try not to be too astounded by my photoshopping skills.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really love the print of this dress.  It's a nice way to wear feathers without actually wearing feathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at me go! Two posts in two days!  Being out of school is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dress - Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cardigan - Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tights - Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shoes - Buffalo Exchange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bag - Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1198047911854385568?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1198047911854385568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1198047911854385568&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1198047911854385568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1198047911854385568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-too-cool-for-seventh-grade.html' title='much too cool for seventh grade'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4750004821348810707</id><published>2009-12-27T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:16:17.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was smaller, a little creepy crawler.</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone who celebrates the holiday had a very merry Christmas. To all those non-Christmas people, I hope the store closures didn't bug you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas was pretty tame. Nothing too exciting happened, but it was enjoyable. My mother's gift to me was a shopping trip the day after Christmas, so there should be some new clothes up here soon. I swear, when you haven't shopped in a really long time, finally going out and trying on half of a store is amazing. Or maybe that's just me. I have been accused of liking shopping a bit too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are photos from my second Rodarte shopping excursion. On the third Target store I checked I was able to get the two dresses I wanted. After that I went to bed and woke up with either mono or strep [blood tests haven't come back yet] so I clearly got those dresses just in time! Sickness can't keep me away from those dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 639px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see that coat? The one that looks like an old, matted dog in an ASPCA commercial? I want it known that I was forced to try that on! I ended up looking like something from Where the Wild Things Are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 493px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The dress! THE dress! I wanted this so bad when I saw it in, oh, a billion fashion magazines. Unfortunately it makes my boobs look a bit saggy, and should probably be saved for someone who's skin tone isn't so close to the color of the dress.&lt;br /&gt;[oh. and my new year's resolution is clearly do more push ups. ugh!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE THIS DRESS! I never knew I had a little Peggy Bundy in me, but I clearly do! Now I just need to tease my hair and get a lame husband who works at a shoe store and I'm all set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't see the bows on the back of the dress in this photo, but they are there and they are gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this dress [it's not Rodarte x Target. It's Mizrahi, I believe.] It reminds me of Emma from Glee! And this lace cardigan [which is Rodarte] is the perfect shade of mustard. I entered the Style Rookie giveaway to win it, but she got around 900 entries, so my chances of getting it are a bit slim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unfortunately, I didn't end up buying any of these things. Of course, had I bought these I wouldn't have been able to afford the two dresses I found in the next Target. God works in mysterious ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! What do you guys think about the new blog look?  It's not a huge change, but it looks simpler and I quite enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-4750004821348810707?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4750004821348810707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4750004821348810707&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4750004821348810707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4750004821348810707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-i-was-smaller-little-creepy.html' title='I wish I was smaller, a little creepy crawler.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8416041436116739778</id><published>2009-12-21T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:58:53.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"but let's remember to be safe, because we all know the first rule of war...is safety."</title><content type='html'>Finals are finally over!  Statistics killed me, and even with all of my studying I only got a B in the class (I needed an 87.9% on the final for an A, and I got an 86.7%. Lame.)  I am quite happy to be out of school, though.  Now I have a lot more time to go to Target and take pictures of myself in the fitting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/dec20blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 513px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 931px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/dec20blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dress: &lt;strong&gt;Forever 21&lt;/strong&gt; Cardigan: &lt;strong&gt;American Apparel&lt;/strong&gt; Bag: &lt;strong&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/strong&gt; Tights: &lt;strong&gt;Hue&lt;/strong&gt; Shoes:&lt;strong&gt; Target&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See that gorgeous mustard lace and tulle skirt on the floor?  It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rodarte&lt;/span&gt; x Target and I love it.  My Target had a pretty lame &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rodarte&lt;/span&gt; selection, meaning they didn't have any of the lace cardigans or any of the non-halter dresses, but I did fall in love with that skirt.  I have a feeling none of my friends will like it, but oh well.  I can not wait to wear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that I'm out of school till &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, I'm hoping I'll update my blog a lot more and get back to reading all the other lovely blogs I've been neglecting.  Fingers crossed!&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/4469098067954281836-8416041436116739778?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8416041436116739778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8416041436116739778&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8416041436116739778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8416041436116739778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-lets-remember-to-be-safe-because-we.html' title='&quot;but let&apos;s remember to be safe, because we all know the first rule of war...is safety.&quot;'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5030281439189389946</id><published>2009-12-02T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:05:24.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not every chance I get</title><content type='html'>So the lovely Heather from &lt;a href="http://bonjourcoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bonjour, coffee!&lt;/a&gt; gave me an award! I love blogger awards. It reminds me of the whole "You may be across the world but I still like your blog and I support you and way to be cool and blah blah blah!" thing that goes with the whole blogging stuff. Yeah, I'm eloquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZkNqhHKAejg/SxWmQdOHViI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VdL9opZYRDo/s320/Bild8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZkNqhHKAejg/SxWmQdOHViI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VdL9opZYRDo/s320/Bild8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZkNqhHKAejg/SxWmQdOHViI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VdL9opZYRDo/s320/Bild8.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And this award has rules! fun rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Thank/Link the person who nominated you for this award;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Copy the award and place it on your blog;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. Tell us 7 interesting things about yourself;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. Nominate 7 bloggers and post theirs links.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don't believe I have 7 interesting things to say about myself, but I can write the first seven random things that come into my mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I was watching a show about Amish people on the National Geographic channel today, and all I could think about was how I really, really want one of their straw hats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I am ridiculously competitive when I play board games. Or when I play any game. Or when I do anything that I can reasonably be competitive about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. My mom just "dry-cleaned" some clothes for me today by using these special laundry bags that you toss in the washing machine, and I might have smelled the clothes for a good five minutes after they came out. They smelled so clean and delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. My biggest form of procrastination is organizing my closet. It's also a good way to relieve stress. Basically I just really love my closet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I made one of my dog's bleed today on accident. Like, it wasn't a lot of blood, and I don't even think he felt it, but still. I feel bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am in love with this neighborhood cat who waits for me on my lawn so I can pet her when I get home from school. The neighborhood kids have named her Hepatitis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Once the fall semester is over I plan on spending a whole lot of time on DIY projects, especially since the only thing I'm asking for for Christmas is a repaired sewing machine (mine broke when I was 16 and I have yet to fix it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;In turn, I tag:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//wwwtariarizona.blogspot.com/?zx=a6adf793825e869b"&gt;The Rogue &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://happyhoneylark.blogspot.com/"&gt;Happy, Honey and Lark&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://missmaterialist.blogspot.com/"&gt;Materialist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, that's only three people. It's late and I'm trying this new thing where I sleep when I should instead of spending too much time on the internet. Crazy stuff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-5030281439189389946?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5030281439189389946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5030281439189389946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5030281439189389946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5030281439189389946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-every-chance-i-get.html' title='not every chance I get'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZkNqhHKAejg/SxWmQdOHViI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VdL9opZYRDo/s72-c/Bild8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3218350425720010082</id><published>2009-11-28T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T23:23:22.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>but we're all just a little bit different.</title><content type='html'>Seasons kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091128_158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091128_175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 680px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091128_175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (when I'm really happy about something, I make this weird squishy face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091128_169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 680px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091128_169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091128_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 680px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091128_30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose is stuffy and my ears are all pressure-y, but I had a fantastic Thanksgiving, and I hope you did too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and I submitted all of my college apps on Wednesday.  It's weird to think that I won't know where I'm going to live next year until these schools tell me if I'm in or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[all photos taken in/near Onyx, CA]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-3218350425720010082?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3218350425720010082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3218350425720010082&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3218350425720010082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3218350425720010082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/11/but-were-all-just-little-bit-different.html' title='but we&apos;re all just a little bit different.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6109144668584919089</id><published>2009-11-12T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:06:30.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some shine and some don't</title><content type='html'>Having a blurry, mini photoshoot using the headlights of your friend's car is a good way to get over the fear you have in your soul after watching The Shining for the first time. I swear. The movie was fantastic, but good lord did it scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 981px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 636px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091112_34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091112_32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1023px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20091112_31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of The Shining?  Other than Jack Nicholson's scary eyebrows, it has to be:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 560px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://www.gonemovies.com/www/WanadooFilms/Thriller/ShiningDanny2.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHUgSV6TQJhhZyCY-hgfHR3UfsjXA" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CUTEST KID IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it weird that I really want my future child to look exactly like this?  I mean, I wouldn't even mind if he woke me up in the middle of the night with a knife in his hand!  He's THAT! CUTE!  Plus, the boy's got great fashion sense.  Did you not see the &lt;a href="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa110/bucket53/The%20Shining%20II/The%20Shining%20IV/Apollo11.jpg"&gt;apollo spaceship sweater&lt;/a&gt;?  Or the way he &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/url?source=imgres&amp;amp;ct=img&amp;amp;q=http://www.horrorexpress.com/images/the%2520shining%252004-13.jpg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNH-G162J2a2NS6TY_K_udTuViXuFg"&gt;mixes prints&lt;/a&gt;? Seriously, I'm in love with this fictional child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm ending this post before I get any more ridiculous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dress: Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cardigan:  Theatre Dept. Costume Sale at my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Belt: Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tights: Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shoes: Minnetonka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6109144668584919089?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6109144668584919089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6109144668584919089&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6109144668584919089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6109144668584919089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-shine-and-some-dont.html' title='some shine and some don&apos;t'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6046857324890959921</id><published>2009-11-02T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:09:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from</title><content type='html'>I hope that everyone had a very enjoyable Halloween.  I didn't have high hopes, but I ended up having quite a nice time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I the only one who noticed the increase in homemade costumes?  I'm guessing that has something to do with the economy, but it made me pretty happy.  Less skanky Little Miss Muffets (HEATHER!) , more Bellatrix Lestranges and Mr. Peanuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs052.snc3/13968_171714371370_641481370_3391255_807713_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 406px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs052.snc3/13968_171707601370_641481370_3391150_7102190_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs052.snc3/13968_171714366370_641481370_3391254_8060769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs052.snc3/13968_171714366370_641481370_3391254_8060769_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a magician, in case you can't tell by the pictures.  I just dug around my closet a bit and found last year's New Years Eve dress (which I've never actually worn.  It still had the tag on it,) some polka dot tights I bought from Macy's awhile ago (...also never worn) and my good ol' Urban Outfitter heels.  Then I made a cape and bought myself a wand and a top hat, which was much too small for my huge head, but oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already have ideas for next year's costume.  Matryoshka, anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6046857324890959921?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6046857324890959921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6046857324890959921&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6046857324890959921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6046857324890959921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-thing-i-wanted-was-infinite.html' title='the last thing I wanted was infinite security and to be the place an arrow shoots off from'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4659941892086652216</id><published>2009-10-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:38:01.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come to the river</title><content type='html'>Too lazy to put these photos in order.  Too tired to write much.  Egh, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs241.snc1/8830_165466081370_641481370_3335088_1143704_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Got this dress for $5 at a costume shop in Old Torrance.  I'm in love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7522_165468251370_641481370_3335097_5850103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7522_165468251370_641481370_3335097_5850103_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My father made me a Where The Wild Things Are crown that I quite enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7522_165468211370_641481370_3335094_3136735_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs208.snc1/7522_165468211370_641481370_3335094_3136735_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs241.snc1/8830_165466091370_641481370_3335089_168029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs241.snc1/8830_165466091370_641481370_3335089_168029_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justine forced me to try this on.  If I wasn't so damn tall I would've gotten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8830_165466106370_641481370_3335090_4325724_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8830_165466106370_641481370_3335090_4325724_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axe-murderer?  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8830_165466031370_641481370_3335085_4926464_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs261.snc1/8830_165466031370_641481370_3335085_4926464_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to my aunt's ranch for the weekend.  Should be a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-4659941892086652216?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4659941892086652216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4659941892086652216&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4659941892086652216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4659941892086652216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-to-river.html' title='come to the river'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4236904713843508781</id><published>2009-10-18T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:31:58.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winged alligator</title><content type='html'>My gramps turns 87, the family has a party, and my cousin and I decide to turn it into a photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7423_151353721370_641481370_3225429_3098055_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is our attempt at imitating a stereotypical Urban Outfitters ad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The picture on the wall is my great-grandparent's wedding photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_151353691370_641481370_3225427_2453629_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_151353691370_641481370_3225427_2453629_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laurel working her angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7423_151353711370_641481370_3225428_6596790_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7423_151353711370_641481370_3225428_6596790_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Noni wanted to get it on the action. I was trying to teach her how to do the tiger claw look. She's clearly better at it than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_151353676370_641481370_3225426_7713562_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_151353676370_641481370_3225426_7713562_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7423_151350226370_641481370_3225372_1809546_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7423_151350226370_641481370_3225372_1809546_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My outfit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cardigan: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cami: Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes: Minnetonka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin's outfit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romper: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandals: Probably Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Necklace: Some ghetto jewelry store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-4236904713843508781?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4236904713843508781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4236904713843508781&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4236904713843508781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4236904713843508781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/10/highschool-girls-and-their-fears.html' title='winged alligator'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6395697074210034377</id><published>2009-10-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:07:53.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in december, drinking horchata</title><content type='html'>My lord, this weekend was GOOD! Here's the basic breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Did a great job on my silent scene in theatre class. People were actually gasping and sitting on the edge of their seats [I sound like a corny scary movie ad] during our scene, which is cool. After class, Justine [my favorite radio contest winner] and I headed to downtown LA to go bowling with Say Anything. Jake and Parker from SA kicked my ass at bowling, but it was a pretty fantastic experience to be able to chat with a band you really enjoy about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; that have come out recently and the merits of Brand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;New's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TDAGARIM&lt;/span&gt; album. Then we were taken back to a penthouse across the street where they told us to make ourselves at home and grab something from the fridge if we were thirsty. Say Anything played a little acoustic set of some of their new songs, including &lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=62647858%0A%0A"&gt;I Hate Everyone&lt;/a&gt;, and Justine's head exploded. Oh, and we got some free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt; earlier that day. And! Justine and I each won two tickets to their show in Anaheim on Wednesday. AND!! Jake from SA is going to try and get me a press pass for the Anaheim show so I can get past the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;barricade&lt;/span&gt; and take some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I got an A on my online Statistics quiz. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: I found out that Vampire Weekend is playing in my little town on November 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Like, not in LA or Hollywood or anything, but 1 minute away from my house in a VFW hall in a town with a population that's less than 20,000. I don't know why they're doing this, but they are and I love them for it. In order to get tickets I had to go down to some indie record shop in Long Beach, and the guy working there was really nice. AND THEN! I realized that there is a buffalo exchange next door. We only had 20 minutes left on the meter, so I did some speed shopping and got a dress and a necklace. After that I got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yogurtland&lt;/span&gt;, watched a bit of Planet Earth and did some driving.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is the best weekend I've had in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3998961686_94584c9b10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say Anything and their new "50's  sitcom father" outfits.  Second from the left, Jake, might be one of the nicest guys in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3998203005_aa35443492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from the balcony in the Star 98.7 penthouse.  It's no New York City, but it's still pretty fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2543/3998965438_e1150a290b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I believe I wear this dress way too often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3998967498_b097b325b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3998967498_b097b325b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of Heather's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; skeleton sweater.  It glows in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More fashion-y posts soon, I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6395697074210034377?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6395697074210034377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6395697074210034377&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6395697074210034377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6395697074210034377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-december-drinking-horchata.html' title='in december, drinking horchata'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3472/3998961686_94584c9b10_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-9183788332557604106</id><published>2009-10-06T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T22:30:51.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blue lips, blue veins</title><content type='html'>Sometimes there are full moons.  Sometimes Justine and I like to go to the beach and wear weird outfits and take random photos of each other during the full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 401px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7423_151362391370_641481370_3225504_4203644_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sometimes Justine brings old lace curtains and I tie them around my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 377px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_151362381370_641481370_3225502_7467739_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I make ridiculous faces, much like that of a hyperactive child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_151362386370_641481370_3225503_3928435_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I don't like how my face looks so I cover it with my hands and show off my new blue nail polish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_151367321370_641481370_3225535_2670229_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we don't use a flash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes I realize that all of my college apps are due next month and I still am not sure of where I want to go but it doesn't really matter because I can't afford college anyways and the fact that I have no idea where I will be in my life by this time next year is the most ridiculous feeling ever and it makes my head explode.  Sometimes I use run on sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dress: Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bandanna: My mother's from when she was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Necklaces:  Gift shops in South Dakota and Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lace curtain: Justine's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random white pom-pom head thing that one drunk lady asked "OH MY GOD! Are those marshmallows!?": WalMart in Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-9183788332557604106?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9183788332557604106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=9183788332557604106&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/9183788332557604106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/9183788332557604106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/10/blue-lips-blue-veins.html' title='blue lips, blue veins'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1986915803246859516</id><published>2009-09-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:42:41.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I watch you braid your hair, you're from another time</title><content type='html'>Look!  I actually went out last night!  With friends!  Life is so crazy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Jen Kweller [who I promised would be in a picture on a blog, only to realize that I look terrible in every picture I took with her.  We'll take more soon!] and I went to Yogurtland, which is some crazy frozen yogurt place with a ridiculous amount of flavor and topping options.  Seriously, I was slightly intimidated.  I ended up getting S'mores and Cheesecake flavored frozen yogurt with kit-kat pieces, gummy worms, and rainbow sprinkles.  It tasted as ridiculous as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3959765590_3d4b61dd3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3958992451_9045dafcb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2438/3958992451_9045dafcb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and I are doing my typical blog pose that he and Jen Kweller always make fun of me for.  Jen Kweller and Alex also like to make fun of me for wearing too much Forever 21.  And for being a 'hipster' by working at Urban Outfitters.  They basically just like to make fun of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dress: Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cardigan: Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wear this cardigan with EVERYTHING.  I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tights: Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.s. Everyone should go buy the Monsters of Folk cd right now!  And the new Regina Spektor cd.  But pass on the new Brand New and Modest Mouse albums, they are not that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1986915803246859516?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1986915803246859516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1986915803246859516&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1986915803246859516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1986915803246859516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-watch-you-braid-your-hair-youre-from.html' title='I watch you braid your hair, you&apos;re from another time'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3959765590_3d4b61dd3d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2169601862207228892</id><published>2009-09-26T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:06:41.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7423_145583321370_641481370_3178617_6433221_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, I had to do it.&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/4469098067954281836-2169601862207228892?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2169601862207228892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2169601862207228892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2169601862207228892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2169601862207228892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/09/fashion.html' title='fashion'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4139611380309589300</id><published>2009-09-21T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:09:08.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keep bears wild</title><content type='html'>So I was going to enter this outfit into the &lt;a href="http://weardrobe.com/pictures/197624"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weardrobe&lt;/span&gt; "fall floral" contest&lt;/a&gt;, but I uploaded it about 4 hours late.  oops.  And I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; used the $50 gift card, too.  Especially since they're building a brand new H&amp;amp;M in my mall.  Hey H&amp;amp;M, you said the store would open in Fall 2009.  Tomorrow is the first day of Fall 2009. OPEN UP PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; I referred to in the last post, but I do quite enjoy the weird folding thing I did to the bottom of this.  I'm probably going to do it to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thrifted&lt;/span&gt; skirt I just bought that is currently at a really awkward mid-calf length.  My mom hates what I did to the dress.  She saw my outfit and asked "What happened to your dress!?"  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     And yes, this is pretty similar to the outfit I wore two posts down.  Just call me miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;originality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 667px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/weardrobe1/pictures/0019/7624/1_normal.jpg?1253490798" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few people commented on my guitar in the last post.  Thanks for the compliments.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decoupaged&lt;/span&gt; this guitar in high school, and it took me a few months to do, mainly because I kept on putting it down for a few weeks at a time.  I don't play guitar, but my dad does.  One day he was about to throw this out because it had a quarter sized hole in the back of it.  He decided to see if I wanted it for any reason, and I thought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;decoupaged&lt;/span&gt; guitar would look good sitting around my room, even if it only has 2 strings and I don't know how to play at all.  I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone need a custom decorated guitar, perchance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 835px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 885px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2008/030/8/4/who_cares_that_I_can__t_play__by_mlle_crudites.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dress: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thrifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cardigan: Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Belt: Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Necklace: Garage sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoes: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Minnetonka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-4139611380309589300?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4139611380309589300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4139611380309589300&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4139611380309589300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4139611380309589300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/09/keep-bears-wild.html' title='keep bears wild'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3249576377800003258</id><published>2009-09-19T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:39:03.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>christ you know I love you, did you see I waved?</title><content type='html'>Finally!  I finally feel like getting dressed in something other than my "camp uniform" (A co-counselor made fun of me because all I wear at camp is Urban Outfitters &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BDG&lt;/span&gt; men's v-necks and denim shorts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I would wear if I had somewhere to go and if it wasn't so damn hot all the time.  So yeah, I never actually wore this out. Yet.  But you know how it is when it's 11 o'clock at night and you're in your old running shorts and a Girl Scout Cookie Kickoff t-shirt and all of the sudden you think "Oh, I really want to wear my white Forever 21 dress,"  right?  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 560px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1023px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think this outfit needs a belt, though.  Or something to break up all that white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 682px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1023px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ohmygod&lt;/span&gt;-taking-pictures-of-myself-is-way-too-awkward-ignore-my-sweaty-face-please-my-closet-is-the-hottest-room-in-the-house face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I went to go check out the Anna Sui for Target collection this Friday after my theatre class.  I really don't know why I was expecting anything that great.  I typically don't like her designs all that much.  It might have been because of the whole inspired by Gossip Girl thing.  Lord knows I love the clothes from Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there I was immediately not feeling it.  As soon as I saw a lace-trimmed three-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quarter&lt;/span&gt; sleeve tee with&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/20090919_212.jpg"&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFFLWHLAGSAL&lt;/span&gt;: Best Friend For Life Who Have Lunch Together And Go Shopping A Lot"&lt;/a&gt; on it (with the capital letters in a nice metallic red, mind you)  I knew it couldn't be good.  But then I remembered that I was cramping and hungry and maybe, just maybe, my judgement is a bit rushed.  So I decided to try on some of the pieces, hoping they might look better on the body than on the hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 638px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mind the look of this cardigan that much.  I've been wanting an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; cardigan for awhile, and while I'm not a huge fan of the hood I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;could have&lt;/span&gt; tolerated it.  But then I put it on and immediately started itching.  Ugh.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hatehatehate&lt;/span&gt; itchy clothing and refuse to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;...unless it's something REALLY amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 599px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1023px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (once again, please ignore my face. )  I like the idea of this dress and the bottom isn't all that bad, but the neckline looks, and feels, way too stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 930px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 613px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the kind of dress I would typically try on, but I really like it for some reason.  It's unfortunate that it's not lined, which means the metallic thread is exposed to your skin.  Target wasn't really going for comfort in this collection, I guess.  Also, the dress doesn't seem to flatter my body too much, but I'm not going to blame that on Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 632px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1022px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dress was just overly stuffy.  I've read some other fashion blogs that liked this dress, but it's not really my cup of tea.  The bottom of it reminds me of the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=25082803"&gt;cage skirts &lt;/a&gt;that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tavi&lt;/span&gt; likes to wear (you know, if you took away all the gray fabric and left the black lines,) which isn't bad.  I really dig those cage skirts.  But wearing this made me feel like I was wearing some sort of chess piece costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 674px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 984px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of digging these leggings, but I would never wear them.  I think a more deconstructed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; version would be better, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 600px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1023px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/7-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of the same story as the striped cardigan:  I wanted a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; cardigan, but I'm not into the short sleeves, the hood, or the pockets.  Also, it's extremely itchy.  Sigh.  I don't how Target and Anna Sui could say this was even slightly inspired by Gossip Girl.  I see no connection.  Actually, if they were done well I guess the black dress and the striped cardigan could've been a bit Gossip Girl-esque.  But still, there's nothing really Gossip Girl about the collection as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, the collection was seriously lacking in quality and the whole let's not make clothes itchy factor.  Target, I expected better.  I have some stuff from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Proenza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Schouler&lt;/span&gt; and Luella lines that are really well made, so I know it can be done.  Let's just hope the next designer is better.  Anyone hear any rumors about who it is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'll get back to studying for my Statistics test while drinking p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ellegrino&lt;/span&gt; and listening to Jesus Christ Superstar on vinyl.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wooooo&lt;/span&gt; Saturday night!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PARTYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dress: Forever 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scarf:  Old Navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Headband:  H&amp;amp;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tights:  Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoes:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Feryl&lt;/span&gt; Robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. - Hopefully a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; is coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-3249576377800003258?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3249576377800003258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3249576377800003258&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3249576377800003258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3249576377800003258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/09/christ-you-know-i-love-you-did-you-see.html' title='christ you know I love you, did you see I waved?'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2349430010884995736</id><published>2009-09-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:02:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>firecracker</title><content type='html'>Dear Marc by Marc Jacobs Spring 2010 RTW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for getting me out of my blegh mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00010m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00040m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00040m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00080m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00080m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00250m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00250m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00240m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00240m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00380m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00380m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00400m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/S2010RTW/MARC/RUNWAY/00400m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, this was such a fun collection.  I really want to watch the video of the show now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I haven't updated in forever.  This whole economy and lack of job is making me really boring when it comes to getting dressed.  I wore jeans to school the other day.  I don't think that's happened in forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But!  In good news, I got a car!  My aunt randomly decided she doesn't want her Mustang GT convertible anymore and sold it too my family ridiculously cheap.  And!  Both my teachers cancelled class tomorrow, so in between working on my Stats homework and maybe going to the gym I'll be organizing my closet and my shoes.  Hopefully that will get me out of this funk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-2349430010884995736?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2349430010884995736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2349430010884995736&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2349430010884995736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2349430010884995736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/09/firecracker.html' title='firecracker'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-499419065651979370</id><published>2009-08-27T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:45:47.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now why'd you choose such a backward time in such a strange land?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There's a thrift store 5 minutes away from my house. It's been there for years. And I've only gone to it for the first time today! When I think of all of the finds I've missed my heart kind of dies, but oh well. I walked to the nearby Goodwill on a whim today and decided to check out this thrift shop on the way back. I knew it would be good when I was greeted by a little old lady who was sitting by the door and wearing a purple polka-dot satin-y top.  Old people are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up finding a blue skirt I'll have to hem a bit, two wool berets [1 red &amp;amp; 1 beige], a black long beaded necklace, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Garfunkel&lt;/span&gt; album [hell yeah!] I also found this ridiculously long floral skirt that I wore as a dress today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1023px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bra, I know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;, very tacky. In my defense, I couldn't find my strapless bra and I made sure they were hidden when I was out and about today. Forgive me for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; pas. And it's not even a cute one! I feel like I'm going to end up on the back page of glamour magazine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha, now that I'm done being dramatic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 731px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The print reminds me of something a 5-year-old would wear. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 731px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 731px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1023px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 731px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/DSC_0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hey, let's get pictures of us kicking each other!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt-turned-dress: Thrift store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cardigan: Gap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belt: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Minnetonka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bag: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What's in the Rite-Aid bag?  The new issue of Marie Claire and some cheap lipstick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! And how do you guys feel about the bigger picture size?  I know no one wants to see my face blown up that large ever, but you can also see the clothes better this way.  Quite a predicament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. - anyone who knows what musical this title of this post is from wins a million cool points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-499419065651979370?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/499419065651979370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=499419065651979370&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/499419065651979370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/499419065651979370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-whyd-you-choose-such-backward-time.html' title='now why&apos;d you choose such a backward time in such a strange land?'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-496873988817629020</id><published>2009-08-25T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T09:37:01.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just wait, it will be the perfect reverse</title><content type='html'>As promised, here are my NYC pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 551px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love any city where you can spend time hanging out under a mushroom on an Alice in Wonderland statue. Oh, and notice my gorgeous farmers tan? That's what working at a summer camp does to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 655px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If New York City came up to me and was like "Hey, Casey, choose any part of me to take back home to California with you. I totes won't mind," I'd probably choose Central Park. Actually, Central Park with Washington Square magically added on. That would be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 799px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 568px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ALICE IN WONDERLANDDD!!! This is my fifth time in NYC, and every time I've been I've wanted to find this. Justine and I saw pictures and decided it would be worth the trek. It was gorgeous, and I just want to wear a white dress and live under it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, R.Patz and I are &lt;a href="http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/fp/Robert+Pattinson+Set+Remember+7SS0JAn4f56l.jpg"&gt;totally twinsies&lt;/a&gt;...though I'm not smoking. Or being the object of a million teenaged girls' desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 532px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 799px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my face in this photo. I was channeling the way some of the kids I took pictures of this summer posed. You should be focusing on the blurry Manhattan in the background, anyways. Seriously now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First outfit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Skirt: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tank: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cami: PacSun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belt: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bag: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes: A gift shop in Utah &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/4469098067954281836-496873988817629020?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/496873988817629020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=496873988817629020&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/496873988817629020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/496873988817629020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-wait-it-will-be-perfect-reverse.html' title='just wait, it will be the perfect reverse'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3809154540210210072</id><published>2009-08-24T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:14:44.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello again, california</title><content type='html'>How does one start a blog post after being gone for over two months? I could say that I missed reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blogs and I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;detached&lt;/span&gt; from the blog scene, because that's true. Or I could say that I had an amazing time in Pennsylvania/New York and I miss it way too much. That's true too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR! I could just show some you some pictures and be done with the whole awkward "I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BAAAAACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" spiel. That sounds best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5491_1199442379926_1044516116_30648991_3327106_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs128.snc1/5491_1199442379926_1044516116_30648991_3327106_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some of my friends and I getting ready to go square dancing during staff orientation week. It's quite a lot of fun, actually. Just don't join my square if you don't want me to yell at you. I'm ridiculously competitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5529_125665786370_641481370_2945944_743916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 402px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs129.snc1/5529_125665786370_641481370_2945944_743916_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bunk 10! My counselors and I got along wonderfully, which is great. The campers went through phases of hating us and then absolutely loving us, but I think that can be explained by the fact that they're going into the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5529_125665081370_641481370_2945839_7981376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs149.snc1/5529_125665081370_641481370_2945839_7981376_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my outfit for Olympics [which is like Color War, if any of you know what that is.] I was on the green and white team, obviously. Channeling my inner Bradshaw with those feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs145.snc1/5369_108642056370_641481370_2685273_5351437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs145.snc1/5369_108642056370_641481370_2685273_5351437_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My very favorite picture from the summer! It was a pretty rainy for the first half of the summer, so one day one of my co-counselors and I decided to let our girls go outside and slide around in the mud. Absolutely disgusting, but a lot of fun. That's why I love working at a summer camp. You get to act like a kid and get paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it! I had a fantastic summer, and am probably going to go back next year. Apparently they're going to offer me the web director job, which means I'll be in charge of the camps web program. This means a substantial raise, which is always good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you want to see the rest of my camp photos, go to my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/or_whatever/sets/72157622112121868/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you want to work at a summer camp [because it's the best job ever and they pay to fly you out!] just e-mail me or comment or something. I'll help you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How was everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; summer? Tell me what you did, I'm curious. I'll post my photos from NYC later today or tomorrow, and after that I'll get back to normal outfit photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now! Back to some intense room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Edit: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I forgot to add, my birthday happened while I was away.  I am now 20 years old!!  AKA way too old need to start worrying about wrinkles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;retirement&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ugggghghhh&lt;/span&gt; life.&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/4469098067954281836-3809154540210210072?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3809154540210210072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3809154540210210072&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3809154540210210072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3809154540210210072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again-california.html' title='hello again, california'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1097692679675897969</id><published>2009-06-17T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:32:20.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Au revoir, mes amis!</title><content type='html'>In exactly four hours and fifteen minutes I'll be waking up, gathering the last of my belongings and heading to the airport. Then, after checking my bags and trying to wrestle my disgustingly huge carry-on into the overhead compartment, I'll jet off to Pennsylvania, where I'll work for two months as a summer photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since camp-wear consists of shorts and t-shirts [not very exciting, basically,] and I signed a contract stating I won't blog about camp while at camp, I'm going to have to put this baby on hold until August 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully when I come back I'll be back into the blogging mood. As of now, I'm pretty sure I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you have a great summer [or winter, for those southern hemisphere people] and I can't wait to come back and tell you all fun camp stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And so everybody knows, I'm writing this while under a very tired and stressed state of mind, so please excuse any typos. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1097692679675897969?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1097692679675897969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1097692679675897969&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1097692679675897969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1097692679675897969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/au-revoir-mes-amis.html' title='Au revoir, mes amis!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6418695705527672741</id><published>2009-06-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:31:10.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again</title><content type='html'>So apparently my friend went to the supermarket and saw my blog on the side of a milk carton. har har har, Manly Danly, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today I went on a field trip to the local beach with my geography lab class. Now, as much as I hate sand, I think I might be down for having classes on the beach more often. Especially when Manly Danly and I go get some poutine and crepes afterwords. Screw calories, it was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/7-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/7-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 512px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 510px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 502px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 506px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This was my very first time trying poutine, and I was slightly afraid of the cheese curds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For anyone who doesn't know, poutine is a French Canadian dish with french fries covered in gravy and cheese curds. A million calories of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 700px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the poutine, which was just our appetizer, I ordered a nutella and banana crepe, while Manly Danly got some sort of meat filled monstrosity. The waiter explained to me that both of the dishes I was eating, the poutine and the crepes, are the two most popular things people order after a long night of drinking. Oh deary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 494px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manly Danly has had poutine before, and clearly loves it very much. Almost as much as he loves trying to force me to go to New Zealand with him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! And I almost forgot to mention that awhile ago ana b., from one of my favorite fashion blogs, &lt;a href="http://ondressingup.blogspot.com/"&gt;on dressing up&lt;/a&gt;, bestowed upon me an adorable award. Any award, which she made herself, that involves cupcakes AND a play on words [dear/deer] is an award I'm very happy to get. So thank you thank you thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FQlZDdw_ong/SerPfWO8YkI/AAAAAAAAHLg/bckbHdFdJOE/20090223194842.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I, in turn, pass this blog onto those that keep on reading my blog even when I go through phases of neglecting everyone elses. Every comments means a lot to me, and I love each one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ruta of &lt;a href="http://lookuglyinaphotograph.blogspot.com/"&gt;Look Ugly in a Photograph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amelia of &lt;a href="http://ambiguousalliteration.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ambiguous Alliterative Abomination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Martina of &lt;a href="http://ipopheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chewed Silly Putty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[who not only continues to comment on my blog, but has been very helpful in telling me all the cool places to go to in New York City. A million thank yous to you!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayne of &lt;a href="http://plainjayne973.blogspot.com/"&gt;Plain Jayne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leparapluiedetestelapluie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Le Parapluie Deteste La Pluie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for my outfit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dress: Vintage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacket: Gap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Necklace: ghost beads from a gift shop in South Dakota, or Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ocean: Pacific&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6418695705527672741?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6418695705527672741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6418695705527672741&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6418695705527672741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6418695705527672741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-your-galaxy-dancing-and-laughing-and.html' title='of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_FQlZDdw_ong/SerPfWO8YkI/AAAAAAAAHLg/bckbHdFdJOE/s72-c/20090223194842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-190903361187578082</id><published>2009-05-22T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T09:39:36.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zip line</title><content type='html'>How is it that I can have a room full of clothes, but still feel like I have nothing to wear?  I believe it's because I need more really cute dresses.  Well, need?  No.  Really really want? YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/dress_pt/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8371450"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="dress pt 1" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnhEclk1a0ExM2hHQ3pIUzRZbEppSFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="dress pt 1" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/dresses_pt/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=8371709"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="dresses pt 2" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjJOdE01a1ExM2hHZWtnT19ZbEppSFEAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="dresses pt 2" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love the gold Issa oversized sequin dress one from the bottom group, and the black Emanuel Ungaro Asymmetric silk taffeta dress from the top group.  I'm beginning to believe the only way I'd be able to support my shopping addiction is to have a sugar daddy.  A sugar daddy who is willing to buy me clothes and plane tickets in return for, uhm, games of monopoly?  That would work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I might be able to afford on my own is a study abroad trip to Costa Rica in Janurary.  I'm rather excited.  I'll wear loose, beachy dresses with messy, beachy hair while reading on the beach or helping out some sea turtles.  And then everybody will be like "wah wah wah Casey, why are you wearing a dress!?"  To which I'll eloquently reply, "Hush!"  Actually, I think the girl from the Coast Rica meeting I went to that was wearing some really cute harem pants will totally understand.  It's always nice to have someone who gets you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-190903361187578082?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/190903361187578082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=190903361187578082&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/190903361187578082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/190903361187578082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/05/zip-line.html' title='zip line'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-209261186070272496</id><published>2009-05-18T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:08:42.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that white truck is like a pot of gold at the end of the rainBRO</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, so we had an earthquake last night. I was sitting right where I'm sitting right now, on the ground in front of the coffee table, and around 9 o'clock my house started making crazy noises and the floor was shaking and oh lordy. I was frightened. It was only a 4.7, but I have a lot of nightmares about apocalyptic situations, including giant earthquakes. Sigh, I can't wait to get out of California. The big one's a comin'!...and hopefully I'll be in Pennsylvania when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, less natural disaster-y news, who saw the season finale of Gossip Girl!? That ending? I teared up a bit. I want a guy as fantastic as Chuck Bass...minus the whole man-whore thing, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs015.snc1/4500_87881711370_641481370_2348291_4868557_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture was taken after seeing a musical revue at a nearby community college called After, After Xanadu.  I don't know if you can make them out too easily in the picture, but the campus has a massive amount of wild bunnies.  I wish my school had that.  All we have is obese squirrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dress: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shirt: Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belt: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cardigan: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bag: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-209261186070272496?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/209261186070272496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=209261186070272496&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/209261186070272496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/209261186070272496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/05/that-white-truck-is-like-pot-of-gold-at.html' title='that white truck is like a pot of gold at the end of the rainBRO'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7879483959989078790</id><published>2009-05-14T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:57:45.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if there's any other way, I'll do anything for you</title><content type='html'>Almost a month till I leave for Pennsylvania! I'll be there for the whole summer [working at a summer camp,] and while that means I won't be able to update my blog, it will be a nice break from the ridiculous that is my life here in California. Plus, getting paid a couple thousand to take pictures for a whole summer? I can't complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll also be spending a couple days after camp in New York City! It'll be my fourth visit there, but I could still really use any recommendations from anyone who lives/has visited there. Good vintage shops? Delicious, and deliciously cheap, resturants? Spill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 508px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 359px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't tell too well in this picture, but I got my hair cut today. I think it's kind of soccer mom-ish, but a gay guy at my work said it's "fierce." Maybe I should trust him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dress: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[yes, it is a white version of the one I wore in my post. Sorry all my outfits are so similar! I've been quite uninspired.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cardigan: Gap Outlet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tights: Macy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-7879483959989078790?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7879483959989078790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7879483959989078790&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7879483959989078790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7879483959989078790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-theres-any-other-way-ill-do-anything.html' title='if there&apos;s any other way, I&apos;ll do anything for you'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2266867074271021167</id><published>2009-05-07T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:00:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if there's anything to say, if there's anything to do</title><content type='html'>blegh to school work. blegh to tests. blegh to silly people. blegh to teachers who talk without showing their teeth. blegh to campaigns. blegh to calories. blegh to mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yay to finally updating my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/may73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 530px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/may73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted one of my cats, Cookie [I named her when I was little, so forgive me] to be in my picture.  She cooperated for awhile, but then she decided it was time to climb onto her favorite spot -- my shoulder/neck area.  I don't blame her.  Imagine seeing someone more than ten times your size.  Wouldn't you want to sit on their shoulder?  I totally would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/may7_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 532px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/may7_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a tiny glimpse of my closet!  After sanding the walls, painting quite a few coats on the walls and the ceilings, taking off and putting back on the baseboards and constructing this shelving unit from Ikea, I'm ready to get it organized!&lt;br /&gt;The clothes won't be placed in the shelf like this when I'm done.  I'm just trying to go through a mess of clothes and give them some sort of order.  And then I'll buy a rug, a chair, a little table and some curtains and I'll be the happiest person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/may7_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 547px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/may7_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only problem with the room my new closet is in is that it's often the hottest room in the house.  And with the 90 degree heat we've been having, it was pretty hot when I took these pictures.  So instead of making you look at my red face I decided to draw some beautiful artwork on a paper plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dress: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[It is coral, not orange/red as it looks in these pictures.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tights: Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belt: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I bought the wrong size, so it's a bit big on me.  I'm probably going to end up selling it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bag: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cat: PetSmart pet adoptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-2266867074271021167?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2266867074271021167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2266867074271021167&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2266867074271021167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2266867074271021167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-theres-anything-to-say-if-theres.html' title='if there&apos;s anything to say, if there&apos;s anything to do'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5559165295397295656</id><published>2009-04-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:47:33.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe in us</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Midterms, work, illness in the family, spending all of my time eating cheap Rite Aid ice cream [delicious!] etc etc etc has kept me away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But my midterms are over and my family member is getting better and I've learned how to update my blog while eating ice cream!  So yes, I'm back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ever since weardrobe.com had their floral contest and I realized I had almost nothing in which to enter the contest with, I decided it was time to do a little bit of shopping for spring.  So with my H&amp;amp;M gift card from a previous weardrobe contest in hand, I made the trek down to the Beverly Center in LA [or Beverly Hills...or Hollywood?  They're really all the same to me] to see what one of my favorite stores had to offer.  I was slightly dissapointed by the selection, but like Forever 21 H&amp;amp;M is one of those hit-or-miss stores.  Still, I bought some floral flats [lord knows I need more shoes!] a bag, and a red floral dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that dark mark on my right leg in the abover picture?  That's the remnants of a beautiful bruise I got from falling on a rock in Yosemite.  Sometimes I fail at walking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ha, oh!  And sorry for the almost same identical pose in both pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dress: H&amp;amp;M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacket: Gap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Necklaces: Forever 21 and some mall store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 402px; HEIGHT: 711px" height="748" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-14.jpg" width="406" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me eating the delicious Rite Aid ice cream.  Butter Pecan and Mint Chip. So! Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="657" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-13.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jacket: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Vest: New York &amp;amp; Company&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Target&lt;br /&gt;Leggings: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Gap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p.s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Listen to Okay I believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't by Brand New.  I can't stop listening to it at the moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-5559165295397295656?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5559165295397295656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5559165295397295656&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5559165295397295656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5559165295397295656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-wanna-believe-i-just-wanna.html' title='I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe in us'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5583004233632503607</id><published>2009-04-19T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:59:13.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet you guys down at the ostrich ranch</title><content type='html'>Pictures from Yosemite Nat'l Park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2221014_5486459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2221014_5486459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The above picture was taken at Poopenaut Valley. hehe!  We also found Puppy Dome on a Yosemite map, but weren't able to find it in person.  Still, high five Yosemite for having some great location names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220985_7239673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220985_7239673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our hike to Vernal Falls was pretty icy, but I still felt the need to take a jumping picture.  Thank you, conveniently placed railing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2221009_335831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2221009_335831.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On our hike to Mirror Lake.  Part of the trail was closed, but we did get to frolic and have a stick race [you know, you throw the sticks in the water and see who's gets to the finish line first.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220980_3779348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220980_3779348.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SNOW!!!  My excitement could not be contained.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the floor because I fail at doing cartwheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220959_4679732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 389px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220959_4679732.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only picture of all of us together.  It was taken near the end of our 3.6 [very] uphill hike IN HAIL AND SNOW! to Lower Yosemite Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220900_442357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2220900_442357.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at Ostrich Land on the way to Yosemite.  5 dollars to feed some Ostriches?  Totally worth it.&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/4469098067954281836-5583004233632503607?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5583004233632503607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5583004233632503607&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5583004233632503607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5583004233632503607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-you-guys-down-at-ostrich-ranch.html' title='meet you guys down at the ostrich ranch'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-9039480774440010344</id><published>2009-04-18T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:46:17.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again</title><content type='html'>I hate coming back home after a vacation.  It always puts me in a weird mood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ranch pictures.  I'll post pictures from Yosemite next.  Both trips were great, and I'll get back to outfit pictures asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223982_6065728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223982_6065728.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223978_2237779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223978_2237779.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223977_2359930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223977_2359930.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223974_1240636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 409px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2697/234/19/641481370/n641481370_2223974_1240636.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-9039480774440010344?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/9039480774440010344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=9039480774440010344&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/9039480774440010344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/9039480774440010344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe-well-get-lucky-and-well-both-live.html' title='maybe we&apos;ll get lucky and we&apos;ll both live again'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8109107531032891855</id><published>2009-04-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:47:19.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>golden airplane</title><content type='html'>I wrote you guys a little note today.  Ignore my ugly handwriting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 799px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/Image1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore ridiculous misspellings too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/Picnikcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 343px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/Picnikcollage.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've got to bake not-brownies, take a shower and pack for both trips.  I know I look kind of meh in the middle picture, but I'm quite excited right now.  I love going places :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Leggings: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[I really need to get myself some new shoes.  These shoes aren't going to hold up much longer.]&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/4469098067954281836-8109107531032891855?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8109107531032891855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8109107531032891855&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8109107531032891855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8109107531032891855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/04/golden-airplane.html' title='golden airplane'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1045655502434492190</id><published>2009-04-03T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:46:49.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fluffy cats and dead grass</title><content type='html'>My dear blog readers, I have terrible news for you.  Or maybe it's not so much as terrible news for you, but terrible news for my pictures.  Fate has decided it is time for the annual cutting down of the field.  Basically a man with a lawn mower comes over for a few days and turns the field from a pretty little suburban oasis, like in my last post, to looking like a disgusting flatland of nothingness and death. ugh.  I was complaining to my dad about this, and he tried to make me feel better by saying "You know they cut it down so there aren't any fires.  Would you want your precious closet to burn down?"&lt;br /&gt;And no, I would not.  But still,  now the only place I have for "outdoorsy" pictures is a weird bush/tree thing and some dead grass.  My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 707px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cat in this picture used to be afraid of everything, but today she couldn't get enough of my mother [who took pictures for me] and I.  It was quite amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 539px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This vintage lace dress that I'm wearing is probably one of my favorite things in my closet.  It's really delicate, so I can't move around much in it, but because there's so much fabric it's really fun to pin it up and make some new shapes with it.  It's the dress version of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AA's&lt;/span&gt; circle scarf!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I promise my next post will be better!  I just had to spit this one out really quickly, because the next time I'll be able to take pictures won't be until Monday night.  And I don't like leaving my blog for that long.  Hope everyone has a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dress: Vintage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tights: Macy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shoes: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[though now I feel I should have worn some different ones]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacket: Target&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Belt: Express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cat: unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1045655502434492190?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1045655502434492190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1045655502434492190&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1045655502434492190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1045655502434492190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/04/fluffy-cats-and-dead-grass.html' title='fluffy cats and dead grass'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6436240544800499768</id><published>2009-03-30T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:42:41.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got it nice nice nice</title><content type='html'>I believe I finally figured out how to take a decent self-portrait! While I may have looked crazy dancing alone in the field and wobbling around back and forth to the camera and back in heels, I'm quite proud. Now all I need to do is buy myself a remote, and I'll never need to force/bribe Heather to take my pictures ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of buying things, thanks to everyone that helped me out in my last post. I got some really good ideas from some of you! I don't know why I never thought of selling clothes on ebay, but I may just try it out sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And goodnewsgoodnews!! Urban Outfitter's spring employee appreciation period starts on April 9! Not only do I get the normal 40% discount on clothes and accessories, but I'm going to get 40% off housewares (normally it's 25%) AND an additional 40% off on sale items! Yes yes yes! I can't wait :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 504px; height: 732px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tried to have some more serious faces to match the outfit, but I think I was made for smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 482px; height: 765px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ignore the fact that my legs look slightly orange in the above photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 563px; height: 347px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've taken a "myspace picture," but I wanted to show off my sloppily made bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lace shirt: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Urban Outfitters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zipper heels: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedges [in middle photo]: Ferylrobin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good, I finished in time to get to Heather's house to watch Gossip Girl! Hope everyone has a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6436240544800499768?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6436240544800499768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6436240544800499768&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6436240544800499768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6436240544800499768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-it-nice-nice-nice.html' title='got it nice nice nice'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8106283501323014399</id><published>2009-03-27T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:28:58.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on luxembourg</title><content type='html'>As I write this I am sitting in my living room in my favorite shorts and a worn to comfy perfection t-shirt, listening to birds and eating applesauce.  I must say, when it comes to weather I, and the rest of Southern California, is pretty lucky.  To those in places like Colorado [sorry about that blizzard, Jacob!] just think, you get to wear fun things like scarves and boots a little while longer!  There's an upside to everything :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I decided to get ice cream after class today, and then we played with bubbles in the field next to my house.  Despite the fact that I now have little tiny plant sticker things stuck in my foot and I've got this weird limp going on, it was quite enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really shouldn't have bought this Hello Kitty bubble wand.  I mean, it was only 2.99 but I already have a trillion bubble things at home.  And by a trillion I mean around 10, which is still alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe in this picture I was pointing out one of the many places I was stabbed by vengeful plant life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 799px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 578px; height: 376px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What old television series does the above picture remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 560px; height: 372px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my best friend, Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Urban Outfitters [on sale!]&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Urban Oufitters [on sale!]&lt;br /&gt;Headband: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(...oh dear&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, and I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plea for help/semi-serious question&lt;/span&gt; [or as serious as a question pertaining to my blog can be, so not very serious at all] for all of you.  First, let me start off by telling you a little story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once there was a girl who was very excited for her paycheck so she could buy a relatively cheap skirt she's been keeping an eye on at Forever 21.  This girl then excitedly opened her paycheck, only to realize that by buying this skirt she'd be spending 10% of this measly paycheck.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The girl was almost as sad as the time she first realized the McFlurry spoons were just spoons, and not spoon/straw hybrids [as the honestly should be.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I'm basically trying to say, in an utterly ridiculous way, is I need to make more money.  Because I have a small group of people who read and comment on my blog regularly [and I love love love you for it!] I was wondering if any of you have any tips for getting more money.  Like,  what have you done to gain some extra cash here and there?  Are etsy shops worth it?  Do you have some good ways to get some discounts on clothing? I need your help to support my shopping addiction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's done with [I hope it isn't as uncomfortable for you to read as it was for me to write!] I'm going to go back to making little mini-carrot canoes and searching for my friends missing graphing calculator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-8106283501323014399?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8106283501323014399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8106283501323014399&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8106283501323014399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8106283501323014399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-luxembourg.html' title='on luxembourg'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1552391502721264868</id><published>2009-03-23T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:18:46.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you are it</title><content type='html'>My dear Ana B. of &lt;a href="http://ondressingup.blogspot.com/"&gt;On Dressing Up&lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this fun little game thing.  I really do enjoy these.  They're fun to do, and I love seeing what other bloggers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules are:  with as much creativity as you can muster, show your heart in: 1 picture, 1 poem, 1 song or piece of music, 1 phrase or quote, 1 piece of clothing, 1 place and (just for fun) 1 Disney princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not here how much creativity I can muster, but here I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/hopefully.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 584px; height: 223px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/hopefully.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 poem &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;screw it, I'm doing song lyrics&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes - An Attempt To Tip The Scales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun is just going to drop if it's night you demand&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the dark we are just air so the house might dissolve&lt;br /&gt;But once we are gone, who is gonna care if we were ever here at all?&lt;br /&gt;Well, summer's gonna come, it's gonna cloud our eyes again&lt;br /&gt;No need to focus when there is nothing that it worth&lt;br /&gt;seeing&lt;br /&gt;So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales&lt;br /&gt;I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details&lt;br /&gt;They seemed so important at the time but now you can't even recall&lt;br /&gt;Any of the names, faces, or lines, it is more the feeling of it all&lt;br /&gt;Well, winter is going to end and I'm going to clean these veins again&lt;br /&gt;So close to dying that I finally can start living         &lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Song or piece of music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAZ_sb7xyj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UAZ_sb7xyj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 phrase or quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"You will observe there,' I said, 'a slight trembling.  It is because I am afraid, the flesh is afraid; and I am afraid in my mind because I do not wish to die.  But my spirit masters the trembling flesh and the qualms of the mind.  I am more than brave.  I am courageous.  Your flesh is not afraid. You are not agrad.  On the one hand, it costs you nothing to encounter danger; on the other hand, it even gives you delight.  You enjoy it.  You may be unafraid, Mr Larsen, but you must grant that the bravery is mine."&lt;br /&gt;from Jack London's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Sea Wolf&lt;/span&gt;.  READ IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Piece of Clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2008CTR/CHANEL/RUNWAY/00640m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2008CTR/CHANEL/RUNWAY/00640m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This...thing. Whatever it is. It's gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weheartit.com/images/20081112054046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 377px;" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20081112054046.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Disney Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/pocahontas/pocahontas-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 438px;" src="http://www.disney-vacation-time.com/img/pocahontas/pocahontas-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;My very best friend, Justine, of &lt;a href="http://tealandmacaroni.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teal and Macaroni&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie of&lt;a href="http://wishwishwish.net/"&gt; Wish Wish Wish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theclothes.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Clothes Horse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's three people I think will make this far more interesting than I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1552391502721264868?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1552391502721264868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1552391502721264868&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1552391502721264868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1552391502721264868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-it.html' title='you are it'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8204327524186281871</id><published>2009-03-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:58:43.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after midnight</title><content type='html'>Happy vernal equinox everybody! I hope you all enjoyed your 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of night, or, you know, close to that. All I know is I'm pretty happy that spring is here. For you people in the southern hemisphere, erm, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nice weather we've been having has put me in the 'pack a bag and leave' mood. You know, more so than normal, because I always seem to be in that mood somewhat. Anyways, looking at these pictures from &lt;a href="http://www.wehearit.com/"&gt;weheartit  &lt;/a&gt;make me really wish I had a car and a bit of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090121180926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090121180926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090211143247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090211143247.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090202212327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090202212327.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090305230700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090305230700.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh.  corny corny corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, you know, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weheartit.com/images/20090313131602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://weheartit.com/images/20090313131602.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today's outfit isn't the most exciting, but I blame it on the fact that my clothing situation is quite chaotic at the moment.  I've been painting my new walk-in closet [you know, the one that is really half of the old garage] and a lot of my clothes are either in a giant pile in my room or on a rolling-rack that is currently covered by a giant plastic drop cloth.  So yeah, doesn't lead to fantastic outfits.  Oh well, look how nice the field looks [ignore the house in the second picture.  I swear, they ruin my "I'm actually in the country!" feeling.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DSC_0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 487px; height: 732px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DSC_0232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;unflattering shirt, I know.  ugh.  I need my closet now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DSC_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 688px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DSC_0246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DSC_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 629px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DSC_0252.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cardigan: Target&lt;br /&gt;Tank: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Cami: Tillys&lt;br /&gt;Pants: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;CA Necklace: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Birdcage Necklace: Some mall store&lt;br /&gt;Random Charm Necklace: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Minnetonka&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/4469098067954281836-8204327524186281871?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8204327524186281871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8204327524186281871&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8204327524186281871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8204327524186281871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-midnight.html' title='after midnight'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2295226370172714260</id><published>2009-03-16T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:42:21.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>southbound buses, peter pan</title><content type='html'>I'll try to be as vague as possible for those who haven't seen the new Gossip Girl yet, but let me just say a few things about this week's episode.  First, I am so madly in love with Serena's costume in the play.  I want a dress full of big feathers!  Also,  BLAIR AND CHUCK WHY ARE YOU NOT TOGETHER YET UGH!!!!!  I swear, I almost died at the end of this episode.  Heather took some pictures of me gasping and basically dying in front of the tv, but they aren't that flattering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the crazy sign-holding Christians [and when I say this I'm not saying all Christians are crazy, only that these two are] were back at my school today.  They're two old men, like in their 50s or 60s, that stand on this outdoor stage once a semester and hold signs that basically say we're all going to hell if we don't repent.  Then one side of the sign has a list of all the types of people that are going to hell, and it includes the basics like murderers, adulterers, etc.  It also has things like Hindus, Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, and "mouthy women and girlie men."  WTF!?  I mean, come on.  I have nothing against Christianity, and I was raised Catholic and all that fun stuff.  But do they really think the way to convert people is to yell at them and say they're going to hell?  What about loving thy neighbor?  Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.   AND THEN!  There were the people on stage holding banners that said things like "douchebag" with an arrow pointing to the guys holding the religious signs, which I don't think helped the situation at all.  So basically there was a stage full of ridiculous people.&lt;br /&gt;And amusing display of stupidity? Yes. But it made me late for my math test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, excuse the rant.  It just made me angry.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm feeling almost 100% better, work's been good and I found out I have an A in my Geography lab.  Yay for life being [basically] pretty good :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 665px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 700px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[gift from Justine's mother. Thank you, Mama J!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Skirt: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Don't remember, they're really old&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I ordered the most fantastic headband from Urban Outfitters that I previously thought I wasn't going to be able to get.  I mean, I had to arm wrestle a fellow UO employee to see who would get to buy the last one in the store, and let's just say I'm lacking in upper body strength.  I'll post pictures when I get it.&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/4469098067954281836-2295226370172714260?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2295226370172714260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2295226370172714260&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2295226370172714260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2295226370172714260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/southbound-buses-peter-pan.html' title='southbound buses, peter pan'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6052467256696310497</id><published>2009-03-14T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:54:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy italian trees</title><content type='html'>I'm finally getting over this cold!  I've still got the lingering cough that's sole purpose in life is to annoy me and scare hypochondriac customers at work, but even that goes away with enough medicine.  So I'm feeling pretty happy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sick I spent most of my time sleeping, watching King of the Hill [don't hate. I love that show] and doing some online window shopping.  I've been to the regulars; forever21.com, urbanoutfitters.com and gojane.com for their shoes.  Now I want more.  So I'm asking all of you, what are your favorite online stores?  I especially want to find some good etsy stores.  So go ahead and share your favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 700px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 700px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wore this outfit for a trip to the bank [to deposit my tiny paycheck] and the bookstore.  I bought Of Mice and Men and the new issue of Nylon.  Buying Nylon almost made me cry.  I mean, I work for Urban Outfitters, a company that gives away free Nylon subscriptions like crazy.  That's what I get for constantly forgetting to fill out the new subscription paper.  sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Target&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Macy's&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Gap&lt;br /&gt;Belt: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Scarf: Gift from Heather&lt;br /&gt;Cat: Neighbor's&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/4469098067954281836-6052467256696310497?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6052467256696310497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6052467256696310497&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6052467256696310497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6052467256696310497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/creepy-italian-trees.html' title='creepy italian trees'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6575491847583405619</id><published>2009-03-11T23:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T09:45:05.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cold teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ease excuse the underline.  I have no idea what it's coming from, and I can't seem to get rid of it.  Anyone else have this problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to complain anymore, so let me just quickly say:  My computer still doesn't work [I'm on my mom's older computer as I write this], I still have tons of homework and reading to do, and to add on to that, I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;So!  That's why I haven't posted in awhile.  Apologies!  But don't worry, I'm doing my homework and taking my medicine, and eventually I'll get my computer fixed.  And then I'll be back to dressing up and jumping around like normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 700px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to get out of pajamas for a bit to take some pictures with Heather in the field next to my house.    I felt bad abandoning my blog.  But just so you know, as soon as these pictures were done I was back in pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 364px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was also able to get some delicious blackberries!  A few were sour, but the one in this picture was fantastic.  When is blackberry season anyways?  [And please excuse my chipped nails.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: Target&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Target&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Hue from Macy's&lt;br /&gt;Scarf: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6575491847583405619?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6575491847583405619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6575491847583405619&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6575491847583405619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6575491847583405619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/cold-teeth.html' title='cold teeth'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4865255906487579712</id><published>2009-03-06T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:20:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you never need to doubt it, i'll make you so sure about it</title><content type='html'>Ok, I've got to make this quick again because my computer is still going crazy.  I promise, as soon as it stops hating me I'll actually write a decent amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the fish fry with my family [Catholics might be familiar with the fish fry.  For everyone else, it's when some Catholic churches decide to serve fish on Fridays during lent, when you're not supposed to eat meat, in order to raise money and all that fun stuff.]  As always, I was the youngest one there by forty years.  It's ok though, I like talking to old people...until they start talking about their latest medical procedures.  Seriously, I don't care what you did to rid yourself of those pesky droopy eyelids.  I'm sorry, but the creepy scars you've got are enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried to curl my hair today, but it was a really rushed effort.  By the time these pictures were taken [also rushed] they were already falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 700px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-15.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Forever 21 [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really really old&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also went to Target on the day the Alexander McQueen line came out, and I ended up trying on about 13 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 574px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-14.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pants aren't even McQ, but I'm kind of in love with them.  I feel like bleaching a pair of them myself, but I don't think I could get away with them.  Heather [&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mentioned you! Happy!?&lt;/span&gt;] wouldn't walk with me anymore.  Besides, what kind of shoes do you wear with these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 700px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dress was Alexander McQueen, and I fell in love with it.  The fit was perfect and I loved loved loved the belt it came with.  Honestly, I liked it so much that I would totally ignore the part about it being strapless [which I don't think I can typically pull off.]&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the print though, which is tattoo inspired, but from far away, or in a spinning picture, you can't even tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  Darn you, bank account.  Can you just magically produce the $80 for this dress?  And a couple thousand for a new, and working, laptop? Please?&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/4469098067954281836-4865255906487579712?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4865255906487579712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4865255906487579712&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4865255906487579712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4865255906487579712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-never-need-to-doubt-it-ill-make-you.html' title='you never need to doubt it, i&apos;ll make you so sure about it'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8156548162357176552</id><published>2009-03-05T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:03:25.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>running through the moss on high heels</title><content type='html'>Once again, my computer is going crazy!  I'm honestly beginning to think that it hates me.  Oh, my dear little applejack [yes, I named it] why do you hate me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  I had my Geography Lab again today, and let me just say THANK YOU MANLY DANLY!  Manly Danly made me a little foam earth thing on a string thing so I can tilt it on it's axis and actually understand the whole sun-earth relation things.  I'm a visual learner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And thank you Mikko for waiting to see me. I'm a jerk.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to my outfit today, I believe I'm the only person who liked what I was wearing.  My dad said I looked like a hooker [he hates any sort of tights that aren't one color] and Manly Danly [hey, I mentioned you twice!] said I look like a high-class call girl on the bottom and flash-dance on the top.  ha, WHATEVER!  What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweater - New York &amp;amp; Company&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not a store most people my age go in, but I've got quite a few things while going in there with my mom.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tank - Target&lt;br /&gt;Shorts - Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;Tights - Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Shoes - Target&lt;br /&gt;Bag - Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 513px; height: 296px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a few bloggers doing those "What's in your bag?" thing, and I thought that's a bandwagon I'd like to jump on.  I mean, I doubt any of you are as nosy as I am [if it was up to me, all bloggers would be doing this!] but maybe this will kill some of your boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bag from Forever 21. I charged this on my mother's credit card and haven't told her yet. ...oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I drink about 5 bottles of water a day.  I feel bad for environmental reasons, but I do recycle all of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Betsey Johnson pencil case!  Everyone in high school used to ask me if I wrote "xo Betsey" on it myself.  Silly kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wallet from Urban Outfitters that I loved until I realized that it's impossible to get any cards out of it.  Like, I seriously had to have a cashier help me get my credit card out the first time I used it.  Sigh, it is cute though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Best. Comb. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only bought this so I wouldn't get carsick on the way to Death Valley. Ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Binder with a collage on the front.  Very typical of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Pepper chapstick is all I wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm a college student who has to take Algebra.  I know, I fail at math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  One of my favorite hats.  It was cold out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No story behind this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;  Receipt from Target.  I bought two slouchy racer back tanks for 6 dollars each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  My baby #1.  Full of Sufjan Stevens, Brand New, the Spring Awakening soundtrack, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  My baby #2.  It let's me see the sweet comments you guys leave me as soon as you write them :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;  One pink glove with, erm, two feminine products inside. Yeah, TMI, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Complete works of Franz Kafka.  I read some short stories, and now I'm starting Metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;17. &lt;/span&gt; Decopauged agenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, off to paint my nails and read the new issue of Teen Vogue.  And do some homework, of course.&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/4469098067954281836-8156548162357176552?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8156548162357176552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8156548162357176552&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8156548162357176552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8156548162357176552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/running-through-moss-on-high-heels.html' title='running through the moss on high heels'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6941923004357337861</id><published>2009-03-03T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:56:57.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when i grow up</title><content type='html'>Saw this music video by the Swedish band Fever Ray on &lt;a href="http://heleendb.blogspot.com/"&gt;heleen db&lt;/a&gt; and I died.  I seriously could watch this video over and over again...and I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F-CpE73o2M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked on my new closet &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's really half of my brother's room which is really half of an old garage but still&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm very, very excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6941923004357337861?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6941923004357337861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6941923004357337861&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6941923004357337861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6941923004357337861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-grow-up.html' title='when i grow up'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1606766861064307324</id><published>2009-03-01T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:49:59.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apple juice</title><content type='html'>So I originally planned on writing a fair amount of stuff before the pictures on this post, but seeing as my computer has been freezing every five minutes I think I should just rush through this and post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, here's an abbreviation of what I was going to post:&lt;br /&gt;1. Today was hot! Like, ridiculously hot, considering the fact that it's still winter. Darn California.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got my H&amp;amp;M giftcard in the mail.  Can't wait to make the trip to Pasadena or the Beverly Center and do some much needed shopping.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pretend I'm wearing better shoes in this post.  I don't like how they go with the outfit, but it was better than my zipper heels. Sigh. I really need more shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 506px; height: 759px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 718px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 694px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tank: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Target&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[slightly ill fitting. You know, too short but too big in the waist. still! I love it.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Bike: Heather's&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/4469098067954281836-1606766861064307324?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1606766861064307324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1606766861064307324&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1606766861064307324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1606766861064307324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/03/apple-juice.html' title='apple juice'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5109630720480230235</id><published>2009-02-26T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:06:55.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemon poppyseed</title><content type='html'>After a Geography lab class with my amazing lab partner, Manly Danly, Heather and I went home to take some pictures in the middle of the street. Because working on homework or doing some much needed reading would've been WAY too responsible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 564px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 551px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 549px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not a huge fan of the above photo, but someone out there wanted more jumping shots. This one's for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 669px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 569px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: Really old Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skirt: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headband: some drugstore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As far as these high-contrast, bordered pictures go, I was just having some fun. I like how they look, but I'm not sure I'll keep on doing this. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-5109630720480230235?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5109630720480230235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5109630720480230235&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5109630720480230235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5109630720480230235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/lemon-poppyseed.html' title='lemon poppyseed'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6472948309352343666</id><published>2009-02-25T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:32:57.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dahling, you're fabulous!</title><content type='html'>I'm a terrible blogger.  I feel like it's been forever since I've posted any outfit pictures, but like every good blogger I have an excuse: school.  I promise, I'll get a post worth reading up as soon as possible...maybe even tomorrow [coughcough old prom dress coughcough.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the lovely Nai from &lt;a href="http://hey-vainilla.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shane's Team&lt;/a&gt; gave me this award.  Thank you, Nai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UPIkPC5dBI/SaPSSo_VnwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eDBK7cwwNeo/s400/yourblogisfabulous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UPIkPC5dBI/SaPSSo_VnwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eDBK7cwwNeo/s400/yourblogisfabulous.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there are some rules for this award:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog or post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which you think are fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am always down for sharing the love, so without further ado here's 10 people with truly fabulous blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana B. of &lt;a href="http://ondressingup.blogspot.com/"&gt;On Dressing Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ana was probably one of the first bloggers to regularly leave me the sweetest comments.  She AND her blog are pretty darn fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ericka of &lt;a href="http://profashionalstudent.blogspot.com/"&gt;ProFashional Student&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin of &lt;a href="http://erinisbetter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oh, Hello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rissa of &lt;a href="http://www.atsuii.blogspot.com/"&gt;atsuii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy of &lt;a href="http://handmeover.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hand It Over&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe of &lt;a href="http://zalligators.blogspot.com/"&gt;zalligators&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austere of &lt;a href="http://austereurbanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Austere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terren of &lt;a href="http://esperantos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Esperantos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kater of &lt;a href="http://allthishappiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;all this happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Val of&lt;a href="http://bonjouradieu.blogspot.com/"&gt; bonjour adieu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go!  10 absolutely fabulous blogs [hard to narrow it down to just 10, I assure you.]  Hm, this reminds me, I really need to update my blog roll.&lt;br /&gt;It's either doing that or working on my math homework...blog roll here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6472948309352343666?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6472948309352343666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6472948309352343666&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6472948309352343666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6472948309352343666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/dahling-youre-fabulous.html' title='dahling, you&apos;re fabulous!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__UPIkPC5dBI/SaPSSo_VnwI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/eDBK7cwwNeo/s72-c/yourblogisfabulous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3932402190636454008</id><published>2009-02-23T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:03:03.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>winner winner chicken dinner!</title><content type='html'>A 2 and a half hour math class [with one of your ex-boyfriends sitting a few rows in front of you, no less!] is a lot more bearable when you get an e-mail informing you that you won a Weardrobe contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/weardrobewin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 570px; height: 502px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/weardrobewin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;$50 gift card!?  That's more than my half of my last paycheck...which is pretty dang sad.  But I'm just excited that I get to go shopping again! Thanks Suzanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and look at some of the bloggers that commented on it!  I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh again!  Remember when I said I might break out my old prom dress and show you some pictures?  Tomorrow's the day...if I still fit in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-3932402190636454008?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3932402190636454008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3932402190636454008&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3932402190636454008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3932402190636454008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/winner-winner-chicken-dinner.html' title='winner winner chicken dinner!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-5245960685916849678</id><published>2009-02-19T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:20:31.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>number 5393</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/IMG000174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 526px; height: 394px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/IMG000174.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the jury duty I had a few days ago, I've decided to show off my brand new American flag visor.  I won it at the LA Times Travel and Adventure Show after I was the only person at this one booth to know which of America's national parks gets the most visitors a year [take a guess!]  It's pretty glamorous, right?  Anyways, I know serving on a jury is my "civic duty,"  but I'm quite happy the judge let me off for school.  Judge Bradlin, I owe you one!  Thanks for not making me sit through a week of a trial about cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless post, I know.  I kind of just wanted to show off my terrible visor and my chubby dog, Betzy.  I feel like these pictures really capture her personality :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/IMG000167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 531px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/IMG000167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-5245960685916849678?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/5245960685916849678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=5245960685916849678&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5245960685916849678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/5245960685916849678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/number-5393.html' title='number 5393'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-598469357198026921</id><published>2009-02-18T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:35:40.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>So, I finally got some time to look at some Fall RTW shows, and here are some of my favorite looks.  But before you check them out, take two things into account:  One, I'm not one of those people who delve deeply into the designers motivation or inspiration or any other -ation's.   I just look at what I like.  Two, I kind of rushed through this, and by doing this is I failed at finding these gold dresses I had seen earlier.  Does anyone remember seeing any gold dresses this season?  I would love the help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/TREESE/RUNWAY/00230m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/TREESE/RUNWAY/00230m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy Reese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think this model is absolutely adorable.  I believe her name is Charon.  Plus, those socks with those shoes? Very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/EFETH/RUNWAY/04m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/EFETH/RUNWAY/04m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/EFETH/RUNWAY/30m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/EFETH/RUNWAY/30m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Erin Fetherston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a little piece of every girls heart that aches for a pretty little Erin Fetherston dress.  Oh, and the tights on the right remind me of some sort of scientific classification thing. Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00020m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/BJOHNSON/RUNWAY/00020m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Betsey Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always the biggest fan of Betsey Johnson, but because I had a Betsey Johnson prom dress [maybe I'll scrounge up a picturesometime, if anybody cares] she will always hold a little place in my fashion heart.  Back to the outfit, I'm not in love with the shoes [don't like the pattern] or the jacket all that much, but the rest is just pretty darn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/CCOTA/RUNWAY/00120m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/CCOTA/RUNWAY/00120m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Christian Cota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love that skirt!  That's all I can really say. Let the droolin' commence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/DVFURSTE/RUNWAY/00240m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/DVFURSTE/RUNWAY/00240m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/DVFURSTE/RUNWAY/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/fashionshows/F2009RTW/DVFURSTE/RUNWAY/00060m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Diane von Fuste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;nberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is what I would wear to the clubs [if I actually went to the clubs] if an over-zealous grandmother helped me accessorize.  Of course, this would not be either of my grandmothers.  If they helped me out I'd be wearing puffy painted sweaters, and I haven't seen those on the runway...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm sorry the DVF format is messed up. Ha, I'm WAY too tired to fix it.]&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/4469098067954281836-598469357198026921?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/598469357198026921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=598469357198026921&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/598469357198026921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/598469357198026921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1041601283909232880</id><published>2009-02-16T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:24:41.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jellyfish</title><content type='html'>I haven't been to an aquarium since I was a child, so when I had the chance to go for half price I was so there.  Plus, I feel like it's been forever since I hung out with Justine and Heather at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there's so many pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947465_6818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947465_6818.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I touched the giant sting ray!  And the shark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947385_2891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 426px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947385_2891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If anyone has a chance to eat chocolate covered cheesecake I say you go for it.  It's a little slice of heaven on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947374_9547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 425px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947374_9547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947369_8505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947369_8505.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947372_9030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 600px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947372_9030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947352_4400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2331/234/19/641481370/n641481370_1947352_4400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope everyone's having a great time looking at the Fall RTW shows.  I'm pretty into the Erin Fetherson show, but I haven't really had the time to look at anything too in depth.  I think I'll most some of my favorites eventually, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Target&lt;br /&gt;Hat: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Bag: H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just add that every piece of Forever 21 clothing I'm wearing in these pictures was bought when I worked there. Or, uhm, I am not ashamed!&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/4469098067954281836-1041601283909232880?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1041601283909232880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1041601283909232880&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1041601283909232880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1041601283909232880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/jellyfish.html' title='jellyfish'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4078477993955157468</id><published>2009-02-15T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:51:29.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, camera girl.</title><content type='html'>So I do hope everyone had a very enjoyable Valentine's Day.  At first me and my semi-newly single self was kind of bitter about the whole day, but I managed to have the best day I've had in awhile.  I went with my mother to the LA Times Travel &amp;amp; Adventure Show at the LA Convention Center [anyone who lives near LA, I totally suggest you go next year!]  There were about a trillion booths for different countries, tour companies, etc.  It was a travel person's, and a Geography major's, dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also some "hands on activities."  So yesterday, instead of laying on my couch in my pajamas, eating ice cream and watching Bridget Jones Diary and Sex and the City [oh wait! I did do that when I got home!] I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216697_3166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 600px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216697_3166_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...met some very friendly African wildlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216696_2868_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 401px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216696_2868_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...met SAMANTHA BROWN!  One of my loves from the Travel Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216695_2538_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216695_2538_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...learned how to ride a Segway, and was taught by a good looking instructor who apologized for making me wear the hideous helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216731_6798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs018.snc1/2206_2755141505145216731_6798_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and scuba dived!  Granted it was just in an extremely heated pool, but I did have such a fun time.  Plus, now I know I really want to go scuba diving again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else enjoyed their Valentine's Day, whether you had someone to celebrate it with or not.  Have fun buying 75% off Valentine's Day candy!  I'm off to the aquarium :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Gap&lt;br /&gt;Belt: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Bag: Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Target&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/4469098067954281836-4078477993955157468?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4078477993955157468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4078477993955157468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4078477993955157468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4078477993955157468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-camera-girl.html' title='hey, camera girl.'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-316106753890295771</id><published>2009-02-13T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:15:48.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing bear</title><content type='html'>No outfit posts for today, but here's some pictures from my "Inspiration" folder [clever, original name, I know] on my computer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/sally-scott-22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 304px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/sally-scott-22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/doc-6366-flickr_27436418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 534px; height: 800px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/doc-6366-flickr_27436418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/21m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/21m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3008801728_8467b3c35f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 310px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3008801728_8467b3c35f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1ivanschildhoodPDVD_000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 540px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1ivanschildhoodPDVD_000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/03_a6c0eac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 342px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/03_a6c0eac.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had all of these on my computer for a bit, and I'm not quite sure where I got them from.  If you know, feel free to tell me so I can give credit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-316106753890295771?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/316106753890295771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=316106753890295771&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/316106753890295771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/316106753890295771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing-bear.html' title='dancing bear'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-957851349966659155</id><published>2009-02-10T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:43:04.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>again &amp; again!</title><content type='html'>I believe I need to make a one month after the new year's resolution: STOP. WEARING. BLACK. BOOTS. Actually, it would be more like stop wearing my black Gap boots with black tights or leggings every single day of my life, but that would have been way too many capitalized letters. I  tried to today, but when my time allotted for getting ready became less and less it was back to black boots and tights. Oh well. I'll do it soon, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of Disneyland.  Oh, how I do absolutely love that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 644px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 634px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 652px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another jumping shot?  Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Urban Outfitters [on sale!]&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Gap [on sale!]&lt;br /&gt;Bag: C.Ronson @ Urban Outfitters [on sale AND employee discount!]&lt;br /&gt;Leggings: Forever 21 [employee discount!]&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Gap [on sale!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to make a point: I'm cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT:  Some of you asked me how to take photos like &lt;a href="http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/becky-and-ermengarde.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  I wish I could personally go to your blog and tell you, but I am pretty lame at explaining camera things.  So hopefully &lt;a href="http://www.diyphotography.net/painting_with_light"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; will help you out.  If you have any questions, just ask.]&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/4469098067954281836-957851349966659155?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/957851349966659155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=957851349966659155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/957851349966659155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/957851349966659155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-again.html' title='again &amp; again!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7748519074580197947</id><published>2009-02-08T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:46:42.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain rain rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3261640871_a5babdb1c2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3419/3261640871_a5babdb1c2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's STILL raining!  In Southern California!  This is the third or forth day of rain we've had, and I'm very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are little breaks in the rain. During one yesterday my mom and I went to the tide pools to take some pictures.  She refused to let me go with her if I didn't wear jeans and "actual shoes," as she put it. So this outfit is pretty lame, but look at how pretty the ocean is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 585px; height: 390px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/DA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the border, the picture above is going on DeviantArt.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish I could surf, but I think if I ever feel like learning I'm going to go somewhere that doesn't have ridiculously cold water.&lt;br /&gt;Also, isn't it cute how the kind of have his and hers surfboards?  I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 625px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 312px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case anyone's curious:&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Target&lt;br /&gt;White Top: Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;Jeans: Honestly don't remember&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Converse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to listening to the rain and trying to organize my closet.  Wish me luck!&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/4469098067954281836-7748519074580197947?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7748519074580197947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7748519074580197947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7748519074580197947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7748519074580197947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain-rain-rain.html' title='rain rain rain'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2848065125959988686</id><published>2009-02-06T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:02:42.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>becky and ermengarde</title><content type='html'>Finally!  California has got some weather!  And of course, being California it's very inconsistent, but I'm happy whenever I get rain.  I think today I might throw on my rain boots and go stomp around outside for a bit, and then dry off and read A Little Princess [An amazing book AND an amazing movie!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 598px; height: 396px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These pictures were take two days ago.  Justine and I decided to head to the beach and try taking some long exposure pictures.  We didn't get any farther then the parking lot, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 599px; height: 398px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/19-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 398px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/19-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the first time we tried to do this.  Hopefully next time I can make a high-five picture where we are actually high-fiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/10-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 602px; height: 400px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/10-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm quite the artist, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how do you guys feel about tights and flats.  My friends and family have a pretty consistent anti stance on it, but I don't think it's all that bad.  I would've worn my black heels, but it wasn't practical.  But I would love to know you're opinion!  I honestly trust other fashion bloggers a lot more than I trust my family when it comes to what I'm wearing. Psh, I wish I could go shopping with some of you guys!  I swear I'd probably make much smarter shopping choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/20-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 611px; height: 406px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/20-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to make a new blog banner using this light painting thing.&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call a fail.  The g!  THE BACKWARDS 7!!&lt;br /&gt;But still, I tried.  It is quite challenging writing backwards, especially when you can't see what you're writing.  I'm just excited I was able to write "before" so perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coat: H&amp;amp;M in NYC&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: C. Ronson @ Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Flats: Target&lt;br /&gt;Heels [in the last shot, you can't really tell]: Urban Outfitters&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/4469098067954281836-2848065125959988686?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2848065125959988686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2848065125959988686&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2848065125959988686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2848065125959988686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/becky-and-ermengarde.html' title='becky and ermengarde'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4921328279736497963</id><published>2009-02-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:01:53.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not eating and not sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/stylemob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 533px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/stylemob.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really need to get out of this black tights with black boots rut.&lt;br /&gt;You know what that means?  I need to go shopping!  On my list is anything gray, anything pink, and lots of boots and flats.  Nothing too exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 522px; height: 347px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Story behind this photo?  I was trying to get Heather in the photo, but when I went to grab her we both fell.  See that little yellow ladder like thing?  Heather almost fell down that and I so bravely rescued her.  That's why we're on the ground, smiling because we've both so closely escaped death.&lt;br /&gt;Me?  Zoro-like? Why, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Target&lt;br /&gt;Belt: Express&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Hue @ Macys&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Gap&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/4469098067954281836-4921328279736497963?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4921328279736497963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4921328279736497963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4921328279736497963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4921328279736497963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-eating-and-not-sleeping.html' title='not eating and not sleeping'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-631677751735252860</id><published>2009-02-04T08:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:43:17.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weardrobe likes me, they really like me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/weardrobefeature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 500px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/weardrobefeature.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!  I got the e-mail last night from Lauren of Weardrobe last night.  She called my headdress awesome.  She was also happy about my quick response time, but girl, I can reply to e-mails like lightning!  Anyways, I guess it's probably not the most exciting thing for you other bloggers out there, but I'm new to this and excited.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, we can't ALL be in Teen Vogue [which reminds me: Congratulations to those bloggers that were, whether in the magazine or online!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:  Noticed the extra tab on my picture, and what I googled. haha, I fail at computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-631677751735252860?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/631677751735252860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=631677751735252860&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/631677751735252860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/631677751735252860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/weardrobe-likes-me-they-really-like-me.html' title='weardrobe likes me, they really like me!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6059608220882967141</id><published>2009-02-02T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:44:04.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no, I need my cream of wheat!</title><content type='html'>Oh, woe is me!  I, a slightly picky-ish eater [I'll try everything once, but I eat the same things pretty regularly] is out of the two things I've been eating the most recently:  cream of wheat and tomato pesto tuna.  Not together, of course.  I'm dying just thinking of my two little pieces of heaven sitting on the grocery store shelf without me to eat them.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really now, enough of my odd, and probably slightly unhealthy, eating habits.  Last night I stayed up till 3 am working on a decent sized Geography paper that's due today and that I, of course, waited till last minute to do.  I then had to wake up at 7 this morning to quickly make my presentation.  But I'm finished at last, and now I get to finish this post, take a much-desired nap [blogging before sleeping!], dream about cream of wheat and then try to not die during my presentation.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sleep, enjoy these pictures of Justine and I in Target.  We didn't buy anything, but we did have fun taking some ridiculous pictures and maybe annoying some of the sales associates [sorry!]&lt;br /&gt;And I'm I the only one who goes into Target and just pictures how amazing it will be to see the Alexander McQueen line?  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 708px;" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 672px;" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 710px;" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted a clear bubble umbrella, but I think I'll hold out for one that doesn't look like murky water.  Still, it was fun to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 572px; height: 410px;" src="http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv119/singbeforeseven/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shirt: Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Urban Outfitters [C. Ronson] $60 originally, I got it for less than $20!&lt;br /&gt;Blazer: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Hue @ Macy's&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bag?  I'm semi-ashamed to admit that it's a bootleg from Canal Street in NYC.  To my defense,  I didn't buy it because of the fake Gucci thing they've got sewn on there [I actually wish I could take it off without ruining the bag!], I just really liked the bag's design.  I also didn't really know what you're supporting when you buy bootleg bags at the time that I bought this.  So I promise!  I shall never buy another bootleg bag...but I'm not letting this one go to waste.&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/4469098067954281836-6059608220882967141?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6059608220882967141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6059608220882967141&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6059608220882967141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6059608220882967141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-no-i-need-my-cream-of-wheat.html' title='oh no, I need my cream of wheat!'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-8284236835024379639</id><published>2009-01-29T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:24:26.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betzy &amp; Buck</title><content type='html'>I told you I'd have some outfit pictures up soon-ish!  Heather, Justine and I spent the day at the gardens, wearing shoes that aren't practical for muddy paths and confusing little children.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/46.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted a corny feathered headdress, so I had to snatch this 5 dollar one up at Party City.  As soon as I took it out of the package the middle feather fell off.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 553px; height: 799px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/44.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/33.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/47.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/48-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 561px; height: 800px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/48-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/38-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/38-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The balloon one is of Heather.  Walking home from Party City with a dozen red balloons?  Not easy.  But kind of fun!  I think I should spend more time with a bunch of balloons surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skirt:  Rose Bowl Swap Meet&lt;br /&gt;Top: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Blazer: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Zipper Heels: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in one picture:&lt;br /&gt;Green Hat: Goodwill&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/4469098067954281836-8284236835024379639?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/8284236835024379639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=8284236835024379639&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8284236835024379639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/8284236835024379639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/betzy-buck.html' title='Betzy &amp; Buck'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6302738621897108608</id><published>2009-01-25T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:50:33.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dv</title><content type='html'>I'm back!  I apologize for not posting when I got back from Death Valley.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say that camping in Death Valley was the most fun I've had in a long, long time. Not only that, but I met some really amazing people. Here's some pictures [I swear I'll get back to more outfit shots ASAP!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/66.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bray-Bray [...also known as Brayden] and I became "The Death Valley Jumpers!"  We basically just got a jumping shot in front of everything we visited.&lt;br /&gt;Immature?  Possibly.  Fun? OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/6-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/48.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the group in Badwater.  That white stuff on the ground?  It's all salt.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Death Valley is crazy.  I saw so many things there that I've never seen anywhere else in the world.  If anyone ever has the chance to go to Death Valley, I suggest you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/55.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being aSALTed!  GET IT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are three of the amazing people that I told you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/32.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so as a girl who spends her life in dresses and boots and is the writer of her very own fashion blog, it might be surprising that I absolutely loved the hiking on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;But I really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sand dunes!  I felt like I was in the Sahara.&lt;br /&gt;And my god, climbing up those things after hiking for two days straight can be death on the legs.&lt;br /&gt;But running down the biggest one [not shown in this picture] ?  Very, very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. Ebiner, my Geography teacher and the instructor on this trip, climbing the Trona pinnacles. They filmed Planet of the Apes here, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this teacher?  He's visited over 110 countries.  Maybe even over 120.  I can't remember the exact number, but either was he's pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/40.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My van at the last stop of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully this is the last time you'll ever see me in tennis shoes on this blog.&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/4469098067954281836-6302738621897108608?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6302738621897108608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6302738621897108608&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6302738621897108608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6302738621897108608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/dv.html' title='the dv'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-1652128037394961476</id><published>2009-01-16T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:58:35.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell till monday</title><content type='html'>I'll be camping in Death Valley with my Geography Field Studies class till Monday, so I won't be able to post till then.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I might miss my feature on weardrobe.com :[  If anyone see's it [mine is all about my brown blazer] by chance, could you pleasepleaseplease get a screen print of it?  I'd be very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok!  No time for a picture, I've got to run! &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great weekend! [Happy MLK Day for the Americans.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-1652128037394961476?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1652128037394961476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=1652128037394961476&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1652128037394961476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/1652128037394961476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewell-till-monday.html' title='farewell till monday'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6981848118278176091</id><published>2009-01-15T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:55:35.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2256005001_5f91dc7fd7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2256005001_5f91dc7fd7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2142/2059202272_dd8450691b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 203px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2142/2059202272_dd8450691b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/2087725960_755a310ac9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 414px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/2087725960_755a310ac9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2148/1574772678_8bfea4e29b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2148/1574772678_8bfea4e29b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/1574359820_22626811ce.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 429px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2034/1574359820_22626811ce.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A non-fashion related post, but I'm just really missing my aunt's ranch right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6981848118278176091?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6981848118278176091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6981848118278176091&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6981848118278176091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6981848118278176091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-this.html' title='I miss this'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4622484175905141838</id><published>2009-01-13T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:07:51.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hummingbird</title><content type='html'>It's weird how the little details of an outfit can really take it from "egh, it's cute" to "oh my god I'm going to steal those when she's sleeping!" (...not that I would ever think that.)  For example, while I was doing inventory this morning (which I got to wake up at 4 o'clock in the morning for) I saw one of the inventory temps wearing combat boots.  It's not like they were amazingly special boots, especially since we're seeing them all over the place now.  But the way she tied them just made me really, really want them.  I wish I could have secretly taken a picture, but my beloved blackberry was tucke away safely in my locker.  My description won't do it justice, but I can tell you that she wrapped the excess laces around the ankle of the show, making them a little tighter.  The bow/knot was slightly off, and the actual shoe was scuffed to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I give up.  Just know that there was some magical shoe aura around those combat boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's an outfit for you.  I didn't end up wearing this anywhere, which is a long story.  It's for the best though.  The dress is a vintage one I borrowed from my cousin in the 9th grade for a Halloween costume and never gave back.  The fabric is so thin and frail, and the sheer top part under the lace is torn quite a bit.   I still think it's really lovely looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took these pictures.  They're washed out and it's hard to see the details of the dress, but my god he tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm trying to embrace the blinding whiteness of my legs, which is why I've haven't been wearing tights as much.&lt;br /&gt;Justine always looks at pictures and asks "My god, are you wearing tights?!"&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: Vintage - Stolen from cousin&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Gap&lt;br /&gt;Belt: Target&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Some mall store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-4622484175905141838?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4622484175905141838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4622484175905141838&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4622484175905141838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4622484175905141838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/hummingbird.html' title='hummingbird'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-6216463814518193588</id><published>2009-01-12T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:34:33.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brother sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No outfit posts today...yet.  I just wanted to make this post for three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I wanted to thank all of the people who have been reading and commenting on my blog.  I don't have any friends who are as in to fashion as I am, so I created Sing Before Seven in order to connect with people who have the same interest as me.  I was slightly worried that no one would read this and I wouldn't really be accepted in to this fashion blogging community, but I feel like I have.  It's pretty cool. Ha, ok, no more corniness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The above photo alone deserves it's own post!  Go ahead and try to tell me that's not cool.  I like to levitate in my spare time.  No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I'm going to be featured on the front page of a certain fashion website soon.  I got the e-mail around 3 am last night [note to self:  turn blackberry off when sleeping] and I must say I was pretty surprised.  They want to feature me?  The girl who's had more than one person say they want to give me a makeover.  The girl who wore nothing but Paris Blue jeans and KROQ Almost Acoustic Christmas t-shirts in high school.  The feature isn't a huge deal, but it feels nice to be recognized.  I'll post the link when it's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of winter semester today!  I have on class that ends with a four day Death Valley camping trip, so I'm pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469098067954281836-6216463814518193588?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6216463814518193588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=6216463814518193588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6216463814518193588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/6216463814518193588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/brother-sport.html' title='brother sport'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-2909596528912064461</id><published>2009-01-09T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:34:09.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Have A Way</title><content type='html'>Alas!  A sunny, semi-warm day!  Not like I can really complain seeing as 1. I'm constantly complaining that we don't get enough weather and 2. I live in Southern California, for it's not like it ever got that cold to begin with.  But still.  It was nice to go get some lunch with my mom in a dress and flats.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I asked my mom to take a picture of me for my blog, which was weird.  I don't typically like people I know knowing my blog and/or things like my DeviantArt.  It's just that it's easier to put my self out there with people that I'll never see, but whatever.  Anyways!   So my mom and I ended up having a mini-photoshoot in the field behind my house, which ended up being pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my dress is a little too high and my legs a little too white and flabby in this one, but my mom really likes this picture.  So I'm putting it up for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan: Target&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Some store in New Jersey&lt;br /&gt;Fake Ray-Bans: Absolutely no idea.&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/4469098067954281836-2909596528912064461?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/2909596528912064461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=2909596528912064461&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2909596528912064461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/2909596528912064461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/people-have-way.html' title='People Have A Way'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-3190991227847651344</id><published>2009-01-05T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:51:46.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't really care for music, do ya?</title><content type='html'>So, who watched Gossip Girl?  Scratch that, who LOVED Gossip Girl!?  I swear, when the whole Chuck thing happened at the end of the episode [I'm trying to be subtle, in case some of you haven't seen it yet...which would be ridiculous, but still] I was standing on my chair, screaming.  Needless to say, Heather couldn't stop laughing. ha, Whatever, so I feel my emotions very strongly. Not a bad thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;The dress I'm wearing in these pictures was my Christmas gift from Justine.  As a return present, I'm going to try and lead you all to her blog, &lt;a href="http://tealandmacaroni.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teal and Macaroni&lt;/a&gt;.  She's an amazing writer and my best friend since preschool. So go! Go read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dress has a small flower print on it, but when you back up and squint a bit [or just look at it without your glasses if you're anything like me] is totally looks like multicolored sequins, right?! So cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Isaac Mizrahi for Target&lt;br /&gt;Belt: Express&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Hue at Macy's&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Gap&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/4469098067954281836-3190991227847651344?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/3190991227847651344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=3190991227847651344&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3190991227847651344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/3190991227847651344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-dont-really-care-for-music-do-ya.html' title='you don&apos;t really care for music, do ya?'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7385849222567452225</id><published>2009-01-05T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:05:33.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here watching Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations and wishing that I was back this picnic, surrounded be a vast array of delicious junk food.  Chocolate covered cherries, chips and onion dip, peppermint joe-joes, brie and crackers, and apple cider? mmmhhm, yes please.  This picnic took place on Jan 1st, and what better way to start the new year than with food, family, and ocean views [however freezingly foggy they might be.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those signs got quite a few chuckles out of my family and I.  The other ones said "Do not climb on or over railing.  Do not even think about it."&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I did anyways.  I'm such a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 382px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful, right?  As much as I want to move out of Southern California, I can't deny it has it's share of natural beauty [...if you can find it amongst the urban sprawl.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket: Gap&lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Forever 21 [years old]&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Minnetonka, from some gift shop in Utah.&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/4469098067954281836-7385849222567452225?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7385849222567452225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7385849222567452225&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7385849222567452225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7385849222567452225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/diamonds-on-soles-of-her-shoes.html' title='Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-7463407991627345831</id><published>2009-01-03T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:42:54.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Simple It's Hard To Understand</title><content type='html'>Went to Disneyland yesterday for Heather's 20th birthday.  Very fun, very tiring, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;cold.  My forearms were freezing.  Oh, and in case anyone ever wants to make me extremely happy, sends tons of pink cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/12-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/12-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disneyland has the best little hidden areas perfect for pictures.  Justine and I have decided that we're going to dress up and go back for a day dedicated solely to pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the wonders of an annual pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This stuff is like crack to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/19.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heather's the first out of the Meteor Cycle Society [ha, cool name...right?] to turn 20, and she really wanted to go to Build-A-Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 800px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wanted to wear my heels, but the practical side of me [luckily] won over.&lt;br /&gt;And I got this coat [along with a dress and a skirt] by working at a designer friend's sample sale.  Clothes are better when they're free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coat: Wendy Hil&lt;br /&gt;Top: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Birdcage Necklace: Some small mall store&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: C.Ronson at Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Leggings: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Gap&lt;br /&gt;Hat: Forever 21&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/4469098067954281836-7463407991627345831?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/7463407991627345831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=7463407991627345831&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7463407991627345831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/7463407991627345831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/went-to-disneyland-yesterday-for.html' title='So Simple It&apos;s Hard To Understand'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469098067954281836.post-4505277573166667684</id><published>2009-01-01T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:04:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>burn that broken bed</title><content type='html'>First post of 2009! I hope every has had a great first few hours [depending on what part of the world you're from, of course] of what's hopefully going to be a fantastic year.&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my outfit. As I said earlier, I just stayed home with the parents this year. Does this mean I stayed in my pajamas all night? 'Course not! A girl's got to dress up on NYE, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/4-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/2-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really?  Is this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; I can do with photoshop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/1-4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 399px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/3-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 600px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b232/brightyeux/5-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dress: H&amp;amp;M in Pasadena&lt;br /&gt;Tights: Hue from Macy's&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Urban Outfitters&lt;br /&gt;Paper Hat: Leftover Christmas popper prizes from my Scottish neighbor&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling Apple Cider: Martinelli's&lt;br /&gt;Pink blob in last photo: Betzy, my pom. mix's toy that she stole from my other dog.&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/4469098067954281836-4505277573166667684?l=singbeforeseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4505277573166667684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4469098067954281836&amp;postID=4505277573166667684&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4505277573166667684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4469098067954281836/posts/default/4505277573166667684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singbeforeseven.blogspot.com/2009/01/burn-that-broken-bed.html' title='burn that broken bed'/><author><name>Casey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407379269704646640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9zxZfY3TVgE/SY9RhLae84I/AAAAAAAAAGE/67C_MfqpcZE/S220/45.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
