<?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-2544775862849576547</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:28:28.273-08:00</updated><category term='me'/><category term='intense'/><category term='survey'/><category term='mika'/><category term='nigel'/><category term='Comic Con 2008'/><category term='family'/><category term='concert'/><category term='burgess'/><category term='izzy'/><category term='music'/><category term='Twilight'/><category term='freaking fantastic'/><category term='the killers'/><title type='text'>Hannah's Domain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70da5d5c88777845%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D185F64886E059FC55FAA4FCE26561A54368AC09.73D3CBF7EE0309F885B4ADF94EBAB434D0B87247%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70da5d5c88777845%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQXPaF-N7KCAeVOdX5Vf5sBE-vMs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUUUUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-2365960804155655994?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2365960804155655994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=2365960804155655994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2365960804155655994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2365960804155655994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-cause.html' title='Just Cause'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-8638226800524383053</id><published>2009-10-08T12:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:33:02.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogging on the go, except i&amp;#39;m not going anywhere...but look! This message is from my phone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-8638226800524383053?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8638226800524383053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=8638226800524383053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/8638226800524383053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/8638226800524383053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-on-go-except-i-not-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-6213593929264622931</id><published>2009-09-18T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:41:16.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freaking fantastic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>The Killers 9-15-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SrGrM_Ik-PI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DOyuyHEFG2U/s1600-h/bren+events+center,+the+killers%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SrGrM_Ik-PI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DOyuyHEFG2U/s320/bren+events+center,+the+killers%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382271269278644466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures from the Killers show on Tuesday at UCI! Oh. My. Gosh. It was SSSSOOOO good!! The Nervous Wreckords were their official opening band. The lead singer was really funny. They had this song called Josephine that was about a collections agent :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was also a mariachi band called Mariachi El Bronx. They were four white guys and two Mexican chicks. The band wasn't bad at all, but the lead singer was painfully, obviously stoned out of his mind. You could barely understand half of what he was saying. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a0598e1532890b8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a0598e1532890b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72AEB20F8FBBA8734E4EEBC28FBEA12C541F6E51.3C187DA3766F16680AB93E2C549B69609A5308DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a0598e1532890b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnothDsMmrkpT9bCqw_5ztgLvxJg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a0598e1532890b8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D72AEB20F8FBBA8734E4EEBC28FBEA12C541F6E51.3C187DA3766F16680AB93E2C549B69609A5308DE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a0598e1532890b8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnothDsMmrkpT9bCqw_5ztgLvxJg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers put on a fantastic show, opening with Spaceman followed by Somebody Told Me. As we were waiting in line, Lili and I were guessing what the opener would be and what Brandon Flowers would be wearing. I said Somebody Told Me and a jacket with feathered shoulders. She said Spaceman and a sequined jacket. She got the song right, I got the outfit right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of befriended a cougar who was concernedly obsessed with Brandon Flowers. She said that she'd been following them for four shows before that and that the UCI show was so far the best. Right now she's seeing them at the Hollywood Bowl. I dislike her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something kind of exciting happened during This is Your Life; a chick about 8 ft away from me threw up and the crowd made an almost perfect circle, I imagine, around it. The result was a crushing wall of human beings preventing me from capturing The Killers response to it. When the crowd started swaying and parting at first, in between verse and chorus, Brandon said something like "Are you moshing? Wait. Stop." When the crowd parted and stilled he said "Are you guys alright. Did someone throw up??" at which point Dave jumped onto the amp right in front of me (RIGHT in front of me... like 5 ft. tops!) and was trying to see if someone had. A girl was passed over the barrier to the security guard. At this point the song had been stopped midway and Brandon went on, "Is that the culprit? Do you guys want us to stop till someone can clean that up or do you want us to keep playing?" The crowd roared, Brandon Flowers laughed, and the song started right back up again like they were just on pause. The circle remained, as did the crushing wall of young men without or without enough deodorant although plenty had more than enough cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ended with All These Things That I've Done, topping off the song with confetti canons!! I really think that confetti falling at the end of any event is the greatest thing on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The encore was This Is Your Life, Bones, and When You Were Young. *Sigh* so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we were on a mission to meet the band. We hung around the cougar cause this wasn't her first rodeo. We were on an upper level looking down into the parking. About 10 minutes later Ronnie came out and started walking towards the buses. He was recognized and screamed at. He waved and pumped his fist in the air a few times at us while walking backward toward the bus. I didn't get a picture of that. I, like the lame photographer that I am, got a picture of him talking to a few people in the parking lot. You'll see the picture below. He's the one in the white shirt, just above the woman in the white pants so don't get confused. We watched and waved as the silver bus he climbed aboard drove past us, still waiting for the rest of the band and wondering why he was the only one on that bus. Finally a roadie told us they were all on that bus and that Ronnie was the last one out. Mission failed. It made perfect sense and we left on a mission to secure bottles of water and Slurpee's. Mission accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy these pictures. And sorry, some of them are really blurry but I either liked the silhouette or I was too lazy to take them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FLillianDarcy%2Falbumid%2F5382232392061225713%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="800" height="533"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's some things to make you throw up (motion sickness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the show! Spaceman!! This isn't zoomed in. I started about 8 people in and ended the show just 2 short people away from the barrier :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="452" height="373" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-802d531438426387" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D802d531438426387%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A13BE4648ED0E4F79FD54DC5E74616CDAE9F73B.1622B9BCEFDB41E763388CB1920D8A0966E6DD11%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D802d531438426387%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWkRJAqQrGopkYnr2dBr0aouXWnI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="452" height="373" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D802d531438426387%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A13BE4648ED0E4F79FD54DC5E74616CDAE9F73B.1622B9BCEFDB41E763388CB1920D8A0966E6DD11%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D802d531438426387%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWkRJAqQrGopkYnr2dBr0aouXWnI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of Somebody Told Me. The lights were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="453" height="375" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1bc68c718ba24e23" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc82e251834b3abcd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D20E2E4F8559515F001CA364125C4A4FBDF1DE873.675D6AFF96BA40557CD814D36E48658280A07299%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc82e251834b3abcd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAGis3WYrEKxZvoh6BsDOjfJEN3I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All These Things That I've Done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="373" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f5c521b007a34c8c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5c521b007a34c8c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D67FED4C0D91FF180E13BD21D6B223F7FAD5C4746.22E7842E84E5587245B291C412900DB01594428D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5c521b007a34c8c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUq6s-BRlG5Io5aNLrhPmfuYDkjU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this next video I got a little too excited at one point and forgot I was filming. You'll see. Sorry lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="451" height="371" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8bed1684c9782658" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bed1684c9782658%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B93747A87C81C07437F0FA3B2935CEE0AB4A037.6719E1C841E4E5F941AAF7F33DF2C5AB7081C1A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bed1684c9782658%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmpiX0Zh_oQ-FBdwdJHYpTEXteIM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="451" height="371" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8bed1684c9782658%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6B93747A87C81C07437F0FA3B2935CEE0AB4A037.6719E1C841E4E5F941AAF7F33DF2C5AB7081C1A3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8bed1684c9782658%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmpiX0Zh_oQ-FBdwdJHYpTEXteIM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, one more. I was so incredibly excited when he started singing this that I didn't record the first line. This was totally unexpected and amazing because this is probably my favorite song ever and it was sung on top of an amp about 7 ft to my left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Help Falling In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="374" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e07cb9a738786b8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De07cb9a738786b8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3170263EB506D887E57FAE5A3D467E72687C487A.11006C48A54526220E7C8D6BEB551A8DE9EF542A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De07cb9a738786b8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSAVXl_EOtvEaEPJ32lFHL4OiwSQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="450" height="374" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De07cb9a738786b8f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3170263EB506D887E57FAE5A3D467E72687C487A.11006C48A54526220E7C8D6BEB551A8DE9EF542A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De07cb9a738786b8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSAVXl_EOtvEaEPJ32lFHL4OiwSQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Amazing. Fantastic show! Definitely not the last time I'll see them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just looked at the videos and the quality isn't what it is on my camera! I swear, on my camera you can see every facial expression. Oh well, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my favorite verse of one of my new favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;A Dustland Fairytale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="449" height="374" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a4807e1f72e1da5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a4807e1f72e1da5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E5E128563F7B7B5E2D289E8A71FB0A591319413.49F8CE192C44B5E6D01E5AACBE47DFDF907E3018%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4807e1f72e1da5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoWSUaqV-rRYQxLBFpBQPWtIKyaM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="449" height="374" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0a4807e1f72e1da5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331637096%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E5E128563F7B7B5E2D289E8A71FB0A591319413.49F8CE192C44B5E6D01E5AACBE47DFDF907E3018%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da4807e1f72e1da5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DoWSUaqV-rRYQxLBFpBQPWtIKyaM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-6213593929264622931?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6213593929264622931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=6213593929264622931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/6213593929264622931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/6213593929264622931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/killers-9-15-09.html' title='The Killers 9-15-09'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SrGrM_Ik-PI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DOyuyHEFG2U/s72-c/bren+events+center,+the+killers%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-1304117594281002605</id><published>2009-09-05T20:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:12:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SqM1vSVXJoI/AAAAAAAAACY/1D3cI44RMB0/s1600-h/mika_feb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SqM1vSVXJoI/AAAAAAAAACY/1D3cI44RMB0/s320/mika_feb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378201466502063746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have officially (yes, it's legit) bought my Mika tickets, they're on their way now!!! so here are a few things i love about Mika:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. he's ginormous all over the world except here and even though he can and has sold out stadiums in many many other countries he still prefers to tour in america because he can play much smaller venues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. his mom is Lebanese and his dad is American and he's lived half his life in france and half in england. i just think that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. his songs make me happy. no matter what mood i'm in, as soon as i hear the opening to Love Today i have to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. he likes mormons, and big girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. after every show he comes out to meet and sign autographs. once, in munich, there were so many people waiting for him that he stood out there for 5 hours to meet them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait. he rents out a huge storage space in london for everything that his fans have made him. next year it's going to be an exhibit on tour all over europe. heather and i are debating whether or not to make him something, and if so, what??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-1304117594281002605?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1304117594281002605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=1304117594281002605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1304117594281002605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1304117594281002605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SqM1vSVXJoI/AAAAAAAAACY/1D3cI44RMB0/s72-c/mika_feb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-1354300233799388800</id><published>2009-08-27T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:11:03.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mika'/><title type='text'>He's Coming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SpZ2YKj5laI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xaftqOLS9Z0/s1600-h/mika_vfestival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SpZ2YKj5laI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xaftqOLS9Z0/s320/mika_vfestival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374613362837132706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally, after a year and a half of withdrawal, my absolute FAVORITE singer ever is touring again! i cannot tell you how excited this makes me. after the crappy year i've had this is going to make up for at least a third of it! the show is october 23 in hollywood. tickets go on sale on saturday. i feel like screaming and i've already done my excited dance about 14 times. his new album comes out the end of next month (already pre-ordered it:) he's only going to be in north america for a month so i'm hoping this means he'll come back next year. i've only seen him once but it was the most spectacularly fun show i've ever been to/heard of! what a big party! and i met him afterward which makes me giggle even now to think about :) oh my gosh! I'M SO HAPPY! :) :) :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-1354300233799388800?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1354300233799388800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=1354300233799388800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1354300233799388800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1354300233799388800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/hes-coming.html' title='He&apos;s Coming!!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SpZ2YKj5laI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xaftqOLS9Z0/s72-c/mika_vfestival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-4133173622444334841</id><published>2009-08-15T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:52:05.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Irresposible</title><content type='html'>I'm 21 years old. I've had the same job for almost two years. I've never mishandled or accidentally mistreated a dog, and I've never been bitten. I've never been written up or gotten in trouble at all. I've gotten four raises and two of them weren't automatic. I've paid for my own education and haven't missed many days of school. I consistently get A's and B's in all of my classes. I have a plan for my life and though it's taking a little longer than I'd hoped I'm following through quite nicely. Most people are shocked when they find out I'm only 21. I watch BBC World News and CNN (and even though it was Anderson Cooper that got me into the habit, I'm still informed about what's going on in the world). I followed the presidential election (I was more informed than a lot of people years older than I) and was excited to go through the process of requesting an absentee ballot and making sure it was sent in on time before I left on my cruise. The Tuesday night of the election I stayed in my cabin and missed the Fiesta on deck to watch the progress. I've held my own in political discussions with my friend David who's almost 20 years older than me and has a thing for Anderson Cooper too. I've driven for five years and only got my first ticket last October which I promptly paid by myself and went through online traffic school to strike it from my record. I had my first accident in March and it wasn't in any way my fault but I ended up having to pay for the repairs out of my own pocket. I can't remember the last time I borrowed money and I'm always prepared to lend it, which I have many times to many people. I love my nephews dearly and if they've ever been hurt playing with me it was obviously an accident and I can't recall a time anyone bled, and they were definitely having fun before it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I been labeled the Irresponsible One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through a period of about a year and a half where I didn't want to look for a job and didn't want to hold it down once I had it. I didn't go to school. I barely went to church. I didn't have many friends. I didn't date. I didn't clean my room (in all honesty, it doesn't happen much more often now). I barely showered and changed my clothes. I was horribly, horribly depressed. A lot of the ill opinions of me were cultivated then, no doubt. I completely understand that. But is it fair to continue to judge someone on a period of time someone was so obviously out of it? I really can't think of anything I've done in the last year and a half that would make anyone think I was too irresponsible to be trusted with my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I really want to say is that if I ever take my nephews out, just me and them, I would be so afraid that they would get lost, or that something would happen and I would have to return them to their parents in a worse condition than I received them in, that I would keep a more vigilant eye on them than their parents would in the same situation. I just want to be closer to my nephews than I am with any of my Aunts or Uncles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-4133173622444334841?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4133173622444334841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=4133173622444334841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/4133173622444334841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/4133173622444334841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-call-me-irresposible.html' title='Just Call Me Irresposible'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-1970837982043208072</id><published>2009-08-14T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T03:42:38.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>I love music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SoU_b9S4AcI/AAAAAAAAACI/bU4yT5VKWzU/s1600-h/i+love+music.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SoU_b9S4AcI/AAAAAAAAACI/bU4yT5VKWzU/s320/i+love+music.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369767880251933122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never be able to articulate how much I love music as well as Zane Ewton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-1970837982043208072?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1970837982043208072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=1970837982043208072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1970837982043208072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1970837982043208072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-music.html' title='I love music'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SoU_b9S4AcI/AAAAAAAAACI/bU4yT5VKWzU/s72-c/i+love+music.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-5915163261360257511</id><published>2009-08-10T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:39:02.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the killers'/><title type='text'>THEY CAME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SoA-1tMkeNI/AAAAAAAAACA/E5bHzS3nV-g/s1600-h/hd+camera+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SoA-1tMkeNI/AAAAAAAAACA/E5bHzS3nV-g/s200/hd+camera+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359848211937490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappy picture i know. i'm too excited to really care!!! you're looking at my ticket to the killers show september 15th!! YAY!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-5915163261360257511?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5915163261360257511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=5915163261360257511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/5915163261360257511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/5915163261360257511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-came.html' title='THEY CAME!!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SoA-1tMkeNI/AAAAAAAAACA/E5bHzS3nV-g/s72-c/hd+camera+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-3365209994489966508</id><published>2009-08-09T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:49:13.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being single isn't so bad</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows I'm not looking for a man, so when I was told about the big YSA Conference this weekend I should have said I wasn't interested immediately. Not only am I okay with being a young, unwed mormon, I'm not much into dances. Anyway, the only thing I could make it to was the dance last night. I was tricked into shelling out $20 for the chance to be ignored. Since I'm only 21 I was informed that I would be going to the 18-23 year old dance. Uh, no. Amy Gwynn and I opted to go to the 24-29 year old dance thinking everyone would be a lot more relaxed. I have to say, Burgess would have loved the music selection, it being very 90's because that's what the folks there had grown up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I got there about 45 minutes before the dance started so I had the opportunity of seeing everyone finish up the quilts they were tying (oh goodness...). I learned that there had been a round of speed dating as well, I am SO SO glad I wasn't present for that! Once the dance started we went in to find that anyone I would have known had gone home so it was Amy, Michael Gwynn, a very uncomfortable Heather, and me - wearing kick A purple eye shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish off; 24-29 year olds are NOT more relaxed. If anything, the fear of being an unwed mormon whipped them into a mingling frenzy. And I hate swing songs. Not for the songs, but for the mormon couples that've taken a swing dance class and proceed to show off whenever presented with an opportunity. I was bounded in to at least four times, I had my foot stepped on twice (same chick), and my rear end accidentally carressed three times (same exact chick). Ugh, there was one couple there I wished desperately to trip. All in all I've decided to convert my future husband or to never marry. If I wasn't mormon, I'd hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound really really bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I saw Julie &amp;amp; Julia and I really liked it. Movies and music are the only things that can change my mood for the better nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-3365209994489966508?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3365209994489966508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=3365209994489966508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/3365209994489966508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/3365209994489966508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-single-isnt-so-bad.html' title='Being single isn&apos;t so bad'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-5923290527745840241</id><published>2009-07-28T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:14:58.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an adult sucks</title><content type='html'>So I've officially spent all my money on bills. This means I'm an adult, right? Money problems, work problems, health problems, home problems - I feel 10 years older. Whoever told me early 20's were when you had the most care-free fun lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of burning pants overwhelms me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-5923290527745840241?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5923290527745840241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=5923290527745840241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/5923290527745840241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/5923290527745840241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/being-adult-sucks.html' title='Being an adult sucks'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-6814363114006336321</id><published>2009-07-20T22:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:19:56.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink with envy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/foxtrot746/nothisone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 486px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/foxtrot746/nothisone.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/2544775862849576547-6814363114006336321?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6814363114006336321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=6814363114006336321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/6814363114006336321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/6814363114006336321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-with-envy.html' title='pink with envy?'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-1745161264294956452</id><published>2009-07-20T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:27:34.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so happy I could throw up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/foxtrot746/throwupalittle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/foxtrot746/throwupalittle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is in Africa right now. At this very moment. Right now, as I contemplate what to do on my night off (paint my nails a ridiculously bright shade of pink or play Tomb Raider till I can't see straight).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-1745161264294956452?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1745161264294956452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=1745161264294956452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1745161264294956452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/1745161264294956452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-happy-i-could-throw-up.html' title='I&apos;m so happy I could throw up'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-5398270687638479962</id><published>2009-01-23T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:04:07.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE 'H' HAPPENED TO MY LIFE?! it seems like just yesterday i was 15 and worried about if i'd be asked out when i turned 16. and now i can go pick up a man in a bar if i was so inclined (don't worry, i won't.). weird. well, here's to me!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-5398270687638479962?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5398270687638479962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=5398270687638479962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/5398270687638479962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/5398270687638479962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/21-tomorrow.html' title='21 tomorrow...'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-7265229370853195371</id><published>2008-12-10T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:01:57.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigel'/><title type='text'>My New Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>Nigel's blog is the most magical thing i've come across since my new chair shaped suede pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.thelostdoobrother.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-7265229370853195371?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7265229370853195371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=7265229370853195371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/7265229370853195371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/7265229370853195371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-favorite-thing.html' title='My New Favorite Thing'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-2884700145008986562</id><published>2008-12-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:57:29.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burgess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>I'M ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>because i'm poor and can't afford a computer yet (curse that fantastic, amazing, grown up summer camp they call a cruise!) i haven't been able to post anything since august. well, in truth i could have posted something sooner but i had no idea anyone was interested in my ramblings. ANYWAY, i realized i've been tagged to do this little survey by burgess, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am – still laughing at my conversation with nigel tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want- to travel and learn. my goal in life is to be more interesting than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have – too many things i want to do in too little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish – my granny would marry an eccentric old man with a large fortune that i could mooch off of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike – the smell of royal canin dog food, and people talking about money problems - it makes me itch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear –great white sharks, bleeding to death, and dark empty furnished rooms. that last one is a bit irrational, or so i've been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear – that britney is making a comeback and i'm strangely interested in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search – continually for the perfect red dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder –why i'm always the last to hear things. and how nigel got to be friggin hilarious, it must have something to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always – feel like laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I- feel like disconnecting from everyone and everything that i know. i think someday (when i'm ridiculously rich) i'll take a month off and go somewhere depressingly remote in a place with a funny name and just sleep and read and pretend time doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually – feel like i could go for a hamburger no matter what time of day or what day of the week it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not - as innocent as some people think i am, but more innocent than i'm usually accused of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance – only when coaxed, delirious, or to attract the men folk (it does rather the opposite i think, with the exception of cute english danny on the cruise... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing – any time i can. sometimes i try to sing along to songs i've never heard before. *sigh* i miss singstar... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never – want a day to go by when i don't laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely – express how i'm really feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry – whenever i talk to my mom. i don't know what it is about her.... also when i'm forced to pluck my mustache, that hurts like a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not always – in the most amiable mood, but no one - besides my family - would know it when spending time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose - my patience with people. those people would never know it though, unless it's really really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused – when dealing with numbers. i'm horrible with numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need - to always have something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should – really do productive things more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream – of traveling. never settling in one place for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finished. this was the most intense twenty minutes of the last two weeks. burgess and nigel are a hard act to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-2884700145008986562?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2884700145008986562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=2884700145008986562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2884700145008986562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2884700145008986562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;M ALIVE!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-2414253688806318708</id><published>2008-08-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:28:30.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GAAAH!!!</title><content type='html'>last year i decided to go into the Exotic Animal Training and Management program (aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EATM&lt;/span&gt;) at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moorpark&lt;/span&gt; College. i went online and discovered that i had already taken two of the five &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;req&lt;/span&gt; classes (woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!). last week i finally paid off my previous balance for classes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; taken (after a year and a half), i went online yesterday to plan out my schedule and lo and behold, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;moorpark&lt;/span&gt; has upped the education! they completely removed one class i had taken, replacing it with one that is really very difficult to get in to, and raised the level of the other one i had taken. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nooow&lt;/span&gt; i have to take all five of the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;req&lt;/span&gt; classes so there's a chance i won't be able to apply this year - that's a whole year gone!!! friends and family scoff at me when i say this but... I'M GETTING SO OLD!!! i have so many milestones and deadlines &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; set for myself and i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting really really far behind. the ideal plan was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apply for the program this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get in my first time applying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;start next august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduate at the top of my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a job at the wild animal park right outside London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move to London in 2011-2012 (much to the sadness of my family, but making my single friends&lt;br /&gt;euphoric with the thought of visiting me and finding a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;foreign&lt;/span&gt; lover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live a kick-a awesome life full of travel and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's being put off a year and i feel like if i don't get in this next time around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be pretty much screwed because of the movie coming out. (if you haven't heard, which you probably haven't, Naomi Watts is starring in a romantic comedy based on the book Kicked, Bitten and Scratched which is a behind the scenes look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;EATM&lt;/span&gt; program... nothing romantic about it). it's inevitable that applications will go up after the movie comes out next year, right? i had hope when i heard that because of all the animal attacks lately, applications dropped about 30% last year and it'll be more this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sick of waiting for my life to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-2414253688806318708?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2414253688806318708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=2414253688806318708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2414253688806318708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2414253688806318708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/gaaah.html' title='GAAAH!!!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-2128733956118059194</id><published>2008-07-29T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:45:46.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that Team Jacob!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii62/mustanglover626/stepheniemeyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i261.photobucket.com/albums/ii62/mustanglover626/stepheniemeyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUAHAHAHA! Stephenie Meyer has let us in on a much fretted over spoiler...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is straight from EW.com:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Team Jacob, you staged a valiant effort, urging Bella to choose her faithful, strangely muscular friend instead of her sexy, hairless vampire. But Meyer, clapping her hands and bobbing on her toes, reveals that she had the great fun of writing Bella and Edward's wedding scene. ''And it's not a dream sequence!'' Meyer promises with a laugh. ''It's the actual wedding between Edward and Bella. The wedding! I'm a girly girl so it's something I've been waiting for too.'' Before anyone throws their computer out their bedroom window, screaming that the surprise of the summer has now been ruined for them, Meyer promises that the wedding takes place early on in Breaking Dawn. Trust that unexpected thrills still await."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY! team Edward!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm ashamed to say how much this has plagued me. Heather and I (actually I would and have talked about this with complete strangers) have discussed in length if Bella would actually end up with Edward. I was worried that I would read Breaking Dawn only to find that Bella ends up with the slightly more human best friend rather than the almost perfect undead Edward. I'm so relieved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh if you want. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the release party!&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/2544775862849576547-2128733956118059194?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2128733956118059194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=2128733956118059194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2128733956118059194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/2128733956118059194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-that-team-jacob.html' title='Take that Team Jacob!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-8565574442886977306</id><published>2008-07-28T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:59:41.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comic Con 2008'/><title type='text'>Comic Con 2008: take two, the story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/ComicCon2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/ComicCon2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; 23rd, 8:45 pm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; horribly late to pick up heather for our Comic Con 2008 excursion. i pop some day quill (i have a debilitating cold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; worried about how this will affect my pathetic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tweeny&lt;/span&gt; activities tomorrow), shout a quick "see you tomorrow!" to my mom (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nigel's&lt;/span&gt; in the bathroom and i choose not to repeat my goodbye to him for the third time...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deafo&lt;/span&gt;), and i head out the door wondering if i had packed underwear. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; washed my car, but it hasn't been six months yet, you can still tell what color it should be. i slide in and quickly check my bag for undies. of course i forgot a pair. oh well, heather and i were going to stop at the porter ranch wally world anyway. since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; about an hour late (per usual, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ashamed to say) i speed down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cochran&lt;/span&gt; at about 55 mph. heather's already waiting outside when i arrive. i feel bad, wondering how long she's been out there but i remember that i did text her 20 minutes ago saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be at her house in 15. she hops in with a friendlier 'hi!' than i deserve and we're off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;once on the freeway, i tell her about my undergarment quandary, she laughs and tells me she wants to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt; talkie's anyway. the conversation that follows on the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart consists of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;/awesome possible situations, somewhat crude remarks on my part about Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;, and giddy speculation on who Bella will end up with and why, to discourage hate mail and riots, it should be Edward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wal&lt;/span&gt;-mart: i find some underwear, a magazine (Angelina gave birth!), travel sized tissues, toothpaste, mints, some lash blast mascara (fantastic), raisin eyeliner (my attempt to coax more green outta my hazel eyes), sharpies, and a sprite i can't taste but feels good on my throat. heather gets her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt; talkies (for the cruise and possibly for comic con), gum, and a blue mountain dew she had to hunt three checkout lines for (ever since the beach trip she's been hooked). with a parting smile at the greeter with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;speakerbox&lt;/span&gt; thing (the same guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nigel&lt;/span&gt; is going to hell for making fun of him) we're off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;turns out our hotel is in the ghetto of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;diego&lt;/span&gt;. that's okay, we ended up staying only 4 hours. after a brief nap in which i don't remember sleeping at all, my alarm goes off signaling 4:15 in the am. i decide to just lay there till heather's alarm goes off 15 minutes later. i use my fantastic lime-coconut shampoo with the coconut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bodywash&lt;/span&gt; heather gave me. i want to ensure i don't have any offensive body odor since i can't smell anything at all, let alone myself. more day quill is taken, the directions are quickly looked over, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is re-packed, heather locks our keys in our room and checks us out and we head out into the misty morning light that reminds me of going to seminary which makes me feel ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;we drive around the convention center, taking unholy one-way streets, till we find a parking lot. $20 for 10 hours, and it's right across the street, woo! i glanced at the dashboard clock, 5:47 am, ugh. walking across the train tracks we can see the line for the badges, it's at least a third of a mile long before it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt; around the side of the building. heather comments on my non-offensive aroma, i tell her i was worried about it. getting closer to the building, i see a group of middle-aged women at the front of the line crowded around a big yellow sign that reads 'Twilight Mom's' of course. those women are crazy. i suddenly wish i was toting a kid around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;luckily for heather and me, the line ends shortly after turning the corner. a woman gets in line behind us as we start chatting her up. she introduces herself as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hollie&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;hollie&lt;/span&gt; asks us what we're there for. thinking she's much too cool for Twilight and instead is here for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Stargate&lt;/span&gt; Atlantis or Doctor Who, we answer with the non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;committal&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;lot's&lt;/span&gt; of things" to which i quickly add: "but mostly Twilight." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; such a proud loser. turns out she's here for the same thing. she's actually a Twilight Mom but didn't feel comfortable cutting with all the other Twilight Moms up front. lucky for us because it turns out that after we get our badges we have to go stand in another line for Hall H, where the panels are held. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hollie&lt;/span&gt; came with a friend named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;melinda&lt;/span&gt;, who's actually from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;simi&lt;/span&gt;, and she's been in line for Hall H since 4 this morning. i brazenly ask if we could cut in with her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;melinda&lt;/span&gt; in the Hall H line. we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;heather in line at 6:30 in the morning, she looks pretty good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/heatherinlineat6inthemorning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Badges start being handed out at 7:30. we have ours in our hot little hands by 8:30 then we're speed walking behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;hollie&lt;/span&gt; to the opposite end of the building for the Hall H line. by the time we get there, the line is already a half mile long. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;melinda&lt;/span&gt; is only about 150-200 people deep, in view of the door. she waves us down and we're introduced to her. i hear later that if the line for Hall H was stretched out straight it'd be about two miles long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;view of the line in front of us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/thelineaheadofusforhallH.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;view of the "line" behind us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/someofthelinebehindusforhallh.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in line we met a lot of cool people. here are just a few of the people we met and saw:&lt;/span&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&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;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Casey the Comic Con queen. she knew everything about everything and was happy to share her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; for the two hours we were in this line:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="387" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/CaseytheComicConqueen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the free high fives guy! he was awesome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/freehighfivesguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and here are some people who dressed up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/sailormoongirls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/starwarsguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/stormtrooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/stormtrooperandlittlestormtrooper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;at 9:45 we were admitted into another line in the lobby just outside the actual hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/101_0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;at 10:30 we were let into the actual hall. the hall holds 6,500 people. we had to speed walk to our seats, center about 25 rows back, because if you ran, you were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;escorted&lt;/span&gt; outside to the back of the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; from our seats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/hallh.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;behind us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/hallhbehindus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;behind us five minutes later:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/hallhbehindustwentyminuteslater.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;in my last post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; an article that mentions the curtains in the back falling. well, that held up the panels so the first panel started at 12:10 instead of 11:30. it was The Day the Earth Stood Still. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Keanu&lt;/span&gt; ran onstage and introduced everyone. during a quiet moment a bunch of guys near the front shouted "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;KEANUUUU&lt;/span&gt;!!" guess you had to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/Keanubigandsmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;jennifer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;connonly&lt;/span&gt; was there too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/JenniferConnolybigscreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the Max Payne panel was next. This one consisted of Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Wahlberg&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Mila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Kunis&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Ludacris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/markymarkludacrispanelandbigscreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Push next. Chris Evans, Camilla Belle (that chick from When a Stranger Calls), Dakota Fanning was supposed to be there, she showed up later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/panelandbigscreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;after that a really cool surprise. Hugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Jackman&lt;/span&gt; appeared and showed us a clip of the upcoming X-Men Origins: Wolverine movie. very very VERY cool. took a video of that one:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWQ8GYqSIjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&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;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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kWQ8GYqSIjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;a picture: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/HughJackmanstandingandbigscreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;right before the main event, the Twilight panel (can you feel the excitement??), a most unfortunate man had to appear without the benefit of celebrities to gawk at. the director of Knowing (an interesting-looking upcoming nick cage movie) made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;valiant&lt;/span&gt; effort to be entertaining, but the crowd was restless. we (affectionately known as '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Twilighters&lt;/span&gt;') had been in line for hours and hours and there was only this one lowly director standing between us and our objective. luckily, i wasn't embarrassed by other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Twilighters&lt;/span&gt; booing or shouting. everyone remained respectful. finally, the moment we'd all been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the introduction. and yes, that haggard screaming and hacking you hear is indeed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osv9gGjsrMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&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;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;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osv9gGjsrMM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;oh oh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;hollie&lt;/span&gt; was jumping up and down to my right and i was trying to get a shot around those chicks with the sign, i wasn't so excited that i couldn't keep the camera straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i have a couple of more videos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;kristen&lt;/span&gt; and rob answering the question 'What attracted you to this project?" and and rob giving his answer to "What was your favorite scene?" i won't post them but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; give whoever the link to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; account to view them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;after the panel, my battery died (perfect timing) so i opted not to stay to see Gerard Butler and Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson since i couldn't take pictures. plus, heather heard they were giving away free life-sized Twilight posters at the Summit Entertainment booth so we headed over there. on the way there we saw more people dressed up. neither of us had working cameras so there are no pictures but there were some wicked awesome ghost busters outfits. the floor was maddening to a semi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;claustrophobe&lt;/span&gt; as myself. we instantly recognized the Summit booth from the dense crowd of girls, we decided not to stay and we started to make our way through the crowd but it took us 10 minutes and a scary moment of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; (heather's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;walkie&lt;/span&gt; talkie's needed to charge for 24 hours so they were useless to us). after passing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the rude, shoving crush of girls, i set off in hunt of a cool batman action figure for my brother-in-...er, my nephew. no luck though, nothing but $400 collectible throwing bat things and bust sculptures of batman. heather and i decided we had had enough. it was now 3:50 pm and our parking ticket expired at 4. it took us 15 minutes to get to the car. then i circled the parking lot twice in search of the exit. then it took us another 10 minutes to find the entrance to the freeway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;i dropped heather off and got some gas, headed home with what little free stuff i got (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;klaatu&lt;/span&gt; t-shirt, trading cards, more trading cards, a couple of comic books, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt; Comic Con event book. cool beans) and attempted to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;nigel&lt;/span&gt; details of every minute that day but he didn't give me the awed and interested reactions i felt my story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;warranted&lt;/span&gt; so i fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;can you tell i got bored of writing this halfway through? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;you can see the rest of our pictures (an obscene amount) here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/"&gt;http://s169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;BIG THANKS TO HEATHER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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&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/2544775862849576547-8565574442886977306?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8565574442886977306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=8565574442886977306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/8565574442886977306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/8565574442886977306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/comic-con-2008-take-two-story.html' title='Comic Con 2008: take two, the story'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u208/mcronmymind/comic%20con/th_ComicCon2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2544775862849576547.post-7606873009733075086</id><published>2008-07-25T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:32:09.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><title type='text'>Comic Con 2008: Utter madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW! wow wow wow wow wow! Comic Con far surpassed my expectations, but perhaps that was because of the sense of community among the pathetically devoted 'Twilight' fans (I proudly being one of them). Until I can post my pics and videos, here are a couple of articles solely devoted to the 'Twilight' hysteria. I admit these are more for my enjoyment than some of the people who may or may not read this blog:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;MTV Movie Blog article for Comic-Con!Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vbW92aWVzYmxvZy5tdHYuY29tLzIwMDgvMDcvMjQvdHdpbGlnaHQtZmFucy1zdHJldGNoLW9uZS1taWxlLWRlZXAtYXQtY29taWMtY29uLw==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;By: Josh Horowitz&lt;br /&gt;'Twilight' Fans Stretch One-Mile Deep At Comic-Con&lt;br /&gt;It isn't coming out for six more months, has no major stars, and is based on a literary property that is only now becoming a household name. Regardless, "Twilight" has invaded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vc3BsYXNocGFnZS5tdHYuY29tL2NhdGVnb3J5L2NvbWljLWNvbg=="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;San Diego's Comic-Con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; in a major way, and there is little doubt today that it has become the Con's most in-demand event.&lt;br /&gt;But it isn't coming without a few speed bumps.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of fans stretched nearly a mile, many of them lining up Wednesday evening, to get into Hall H today for today's "Twilight" panel. A quick walk down the line spotted many fans with t-shirts shouting "Twilight Moms" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[they're crazy! no, literally insane, in a good 'I'm a stalker but I'll share what i know with you' way]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, "I'm Dazzled" and other Cullen-inspired phrases.&lt;br /&gt;As the fans stood in the blazing San Diego sun &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[not me, i was already in command of my seat]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, however, there were a few things they didn't know. Moments earlier, a banner reportedly collapsed in Hall H, pulling down some dangerous hanging materials. It sent dozens fleeing the area, and sent at least one person to the hospital, reportedly with a concussion. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[they make it sound so horrifying, it came down slowly and was the only semi-interesting thing that happened during the two hours we had to wait in there. My friend saw the guy the pole hit, he was bleeding but not too bad :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While the Con organizers scrambled &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[more like rolled slowly by on those platform things while some guy told the non-fleeing people to stop fleeing]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to fix the Hall hangings, rumors also swirled that some of the "Twilight" stars had been delayed by the parking lot once known as a highway that leads to San Diego. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[heard a lot of things, some that made even me blush, but i didn't hear that].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Undeterred, the "Twilight" faithful held their positions &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[hurrah!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, although thousands were likely to be turned away from the 6500-capacity hall. With dreams of catching a glimpse of Spunk Ransom in person, they showed Hollywood what a resilient crowd they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;MTV Q&amp;amp;A with Robert!&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3Lm10di5jb20vbW92aWVzL25ld3MvYXJ0aWNsZXMvMTU5MTU0MS9zdG9yeS5qaHRtbA==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Larry Carroll&lt;br /&gt;'Twilight' Star Robert Pattinson Reveals His Inner Geek, Has Beatles Moment At Comic-Con&lt;br /&gt;MTV: Welcome to Comic-Con, Rob. Have you had time yet to look out at all the people?&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson: No, I haven't. I'm terrified that they're all the hate-mail people [laughs], and I'm going to get killed.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: Oh, but they love you now.&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Hopefully. I guess I'll find out. This is the first time, really, that I'll be confronted with a bunch of Twilighters. I guess I can see for myself. But I'm kind of nervous about it.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: I don't know if you've seen them yet, but the crowd stretches three-quarters of a mile, just to get into the "Twilight" panel.&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Oh. [Laughs uneasily.] Thanks for letting me know.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: We interviewed some girls in the line, and they said all they wanted to do is get a glimpse of you.&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Wow. When I was entering the building, I saw a girl, and she was so baffled [by me]; she just looked so underwhelmed. I'm like, "Don't worry. I get that all the time."&lt;br /&gt;MTV: There's a certain name many of the people here at Comic-Con are often called. Do you consider yourself a geek?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Yes, sort of. I kinda like all this stuff. I went to a few of these things in England, like "Dr. Who" ones, and I always found them really interesting. I guess I was a geek. But I was more of a computer-game geek; I wasn't really a comic book geek.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: They have a "Dr. Who" booth on the convention floor. You'll have to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Really? I might have to do that, actually.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: There are also people here dressed up as Batman, Superman, you name it. Would you ever want to play a superhero on screen?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Yeah. Who have I always wanted to play? Batman would be really cool, but Batman is a boring guy; like, Bruce Wayne is kind of boring. I haven't seen the ["Dark Knight"] yet, but in the comics he was always straight-laced. Spider-Man was quite cool, but he had to be a geek. And then there was Superman. But I always liked Gambit from "X-Men." Gambit would be cool. Has he ever been in an "X-Men" movie?&lt;br /&gt;MTV: He hasn't, but supposedly he's going to be in the "Wolverine" spin-off film.&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: I might have to get my foot in that door.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: There are a lot of big movies down here, from "Watchmen" to "The Day the Earth Stood Still." But what's the one thing "Twilight" has that none of the others do?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Well, I'm in it. [Laughs.] That is one thing the others don't have.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: Well, surely, Stephenie's writing skills are a big advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Yeah, yeah. I think it's very different; it's very intimate. With all that other stuff, there's something much bigger going on. It's the end of the world, or there are a million superheroes. But at the core of "Twilight," it's a love story. It's a very intense love story, which differentiates it. Everything else just goes away.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: You're about to head downstairs, where you'll appear in front of 6,500 screaming Twilighters. What's your game plan?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Umm ... try not to wet my pants? Try to be the tiniest bit as articulate as I can? Try not to look like I'm crazy? I don't know if I'm even capable of doing any of those things.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: Are there any questions you fear? Like the super-geeky ones?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: No, I'm fine with those ones. Specific questions I'm fine with, about any topic in the world. But things like, "What's the movie about?" and "What character do you play?" I always stumble. I crumble when I get those; I just can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: By now, we've all seen these clips of you fighting Cam Gigandet, who is such a bad-ass in "Never Back Down." Did he try all those mixed martial-arts moves against you?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: I kicked his ass, because I don't hold back. I fight like a little bitch. I'd bite and pull his pants down and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: Last question: If you ever came to Comic-Con as a normal fan, who would you dress up as?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Charlie Chaplin? That's not really a Comic-Con thing, actually, is it? What am I talking about? Maybe I just want to dress up as Charlie Chaplin.&lt;br /&gt;MTV: Any heroes, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Pattinson: Spider-Man. I like the outfit; I like a little bit of spandex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, okay. no more. It's only been 24 hours and there are, like, a hundred and fifty different interviews and articles about the 'Twilight' panel. I understand I'm probably the only one that would want to actually read all of these, so I've found a few videos I'm posting here too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The gates of hell"... yeah, I'd describe it like that too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54An3N5Lct4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54An3N5Lct4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment Tonight interview:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRMlArJZhEg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LRMlArJZhEg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MTV News interview:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tdu0yI3FtAQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tdu0yI3FtAQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and pretty sure this is illegal, but here is the extended scene they showed us (if you can even make it out):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lh0kZNaTcig"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lh0kZNaTcig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As soon as I can upload my own pictures and videos (forgot to charge the camera battery last night, doing it now) and I can pilfer Heather's pictures, I'll post another 'Twilight' blog, but the blog after that will be 'Twilight' free, just about Comic Con (for Burgess and Zane if they read this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2544775862849576547-7606873009733075086?l=apiddlingblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7606873009733075086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2544775862849576547&amp;postID=7606873009733075086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/7606873009733075086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2544775862849576547/posts/default/7606873009733075086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apiddlingblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/comic-con-2008-utter-madness.html' title='Comic Con 2008: Utter madness!'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09848195515371490400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tulex7uYkMg/SmVQkXCI-4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/JJoAINJJQ_s/S220/music.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
