<?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-6273010606082068753</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:07:28.409-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='My God is an awesome God'/><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Memes'/><category term='Writing-Music'/><category term='&quot;Philosophical&quot; questions'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='The Lady of Shalott'/><category term='Astros'/><category term='Tennyson'/><category term='News'/><category term='Lancelot'/><category term='Books'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Incandescently Eliza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-494412914196927751</id><published>2010-05-02T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:39:24.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennyson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lancelot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lady of Shalott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Lady of Shalott</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite poems is a poem called "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred Lord Tennyson. &lt;a href="http://charon.sfsu.edu/TENNYSON/TENNLADY.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the actual poem, but if you do not want to read it, here is a quick summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lady of Shalott is imprisoned in a tower on an island which is near a river that flows to Camelot. She is cursed, and cannot look toward Camelot, so instead, she weaves and views the world outside her window by looking in a mirror. One day, Lancelot rides by on his way to Camelot. Struck by him, she looks from her window and after him, to Camelot. The mirror breaks, and she realizes the curse is upon her, so she finds a boat, writes her name on it, and sails to Camelot. She dies, however, before she gets there and her body is discovered by a group of knights and ladies, including Lancelot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Loreena McKennitt's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vw_cZGrVFqw"&gt;musical version &lt;/a&gt;of the poem, and it struck me how sad the last stanza is, specifically the second part. It says:&lt;br /&gt;But Lancelot mused a little space&lt;br /&gt;He said, "She has a lovely face;&lt;br /&gt;God in his mercy lend her grace,&lt;br /&gt;The Lady of Shalott."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a boat lies a dead woman, a woman who died so that she could see Lancelot better, and his response to seeing her is "She has a lovely face." Now, I realize, Lancelot did not know that is why she died; there is no way he could have known. I still think, though, that it is the most tragic part of a poem. The man she gave up her life for simply calls her lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I know this is just fiction. Second, I know it is probably strange to analyze it this much, and my thoughts do not have much to do with the poem at all. It makes me remember, though...there is always something in the background going on that I do not know about. Someone might freak out when I accidentally step on their toe, but it might be because they found out their grandmother has to have surgery. A waitress might forget that I didn't want mustard on my veggie burger, but they could have been up the whole night before, because their child had a nightmare. Perhaps I dwelt on this to much, but it made me think...there is no harm in a little kindness, even if it is not "deserved." Maybe that smile you give someone is just what they need to get them through the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-494412914196927751?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/494412914196927751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=494412914196927751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/494412914196927751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/494412914196927751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2010/05/lady-of-shallott.html' title='The Lady of Shalott'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4608162046538166792</id><published>2010-04-30T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T15:25:41.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings</title><content type='html'>I was just rereading Starclimber by Kenneth Oppel today.  It is the third book in the Airborn trilogy, which is fantastic.  If you have never read them, I strongly suggest it. Anyway, the ending of Starclimber is probably my favorite book ending, so I thought I would share it with you, then share some thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Warning!  Spoiler alert!  Starting now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bit of background:  Matt just proposed to Kate...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Yes," she said.  "Yes, and yes, and yes.  But it will be terrible."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Probably," I agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Honestly," she sighed, "I don't know what kind of life we'll have together, with me always flying off in one direction and you in the other."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled.  "It's a good thing the world's round," I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SPOILERS OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Really, that ending is my favorite simply because it makes me smile!  It is quite romantic and the line "It's a good thing the world's round" is fantastic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite movie ending is the end of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.  "Drink up, me hearties, yo ho." :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So what is your favorite book (or movie) ending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4608162046538166792?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4608162046538166792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4608162046538166792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4608162046538166792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4608162046538166792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2010/04/endings.html' title='Endings'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8259820631349494857</id><published>2010-04-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:54:20.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Back Again...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so call me indecisive, but I think I'm coming back to this blog.  I like Blogger better, actually. :)  I don't know how often I will post, but hopefully I can actually get in a habit of it. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8259820631349494857?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8259820631349494857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8259820631349494857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8259820631349494857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8259820631349494857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2010/04/back-again.html' title='Back Again...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8477393486538900255</id><published>2010-01-07T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T20:58:17.157-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>New Blog...</title><content type='html'>I meant to update this blog, but, for various reasons, I created a LiveJournal blog, and have been using it.  My new URL is dancewritedream.livejournal.com.  I will still try to remember to use this blog, but I might forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting has happened to me recently, except one thing.  I got a call today from Princeton about setting up an interview.  I am supposed to get an email soon with the details.  I am praying that it will go well.  I do not have it scheduled, but I am already nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8477393486538900255?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8477393486538900255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8477393486538900255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8477393486538900255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8477393486538900255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8985102011065700541</id><published>2010-01-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:08:02.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm Back in the New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, it is 2010, and I am back.  I got internet back about a week ago, but I forgot to post.   I think I have to get used to posting regularly again.  Well, my sister is bothering me to use my laptop, so I think I will go.  More later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8985102011065700541?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8985102011065700541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8985102011065700541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8985102011065700541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8985102011065700541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back-in-new-year.html' title='I&apos;m Back in the New Year'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7771740662964240461</id><published>2009-12-19T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:29:32.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Cuil’s Request…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of my camera! I took it with my webcam (!), and it also features my hand, and most of my “blue wall.”&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bgMqbIhIp18/Sy3ESm82ujI/AAAAAAAAADo/Qn_MqtKYDEU/s1600-h/Snapshot_20091220%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="Snapshot_20091220" border="0" alt="Snapshot_20091220" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bgMqbIhIp18/Sy3ES3WmzNI/AAAAAAAAADs/VNoM3FqOUVI/Snapshot_20091220_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ha, looking at this, I just realized my dolphin is starting to fall.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I think I will go find tape or a tack and fix her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7771740662964240461?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7771740662964240461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7771740662964240461&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7771740662964240461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7771740662964240461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/12/at-cuils-request.html' title='At Cuil’s Request…'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_bgMqbIhIp18/Sy3ES3WmzNI/AAAAAAAAADs/VNoM3FqOUVI/s72-c/Snapshot_20091220_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8614549634608568224</id><published>2009-12-19T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T20:12:48.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>The First Christmas</title><content type='html'>I had my "first Christmas"  celebration today!  I had a lot of fun, though things seem to go by a lot faster than they did when I was younger.  Yesterday, we finally decorated our Christmas tree.  (We got it about two weeks ago, but we wanted to wait until my sister was home from college.)  It took us probably fifteen minutes total, and that was including a visit from my mother.  Today, we had a Christmas dinner, and then unwrapped gifts.  It took us hardly any time at all, even though we had the same amount of gifts as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy with my gifts.  I got a camera.  It is blue and super awesome and pretty. Also, it is practically a dream come true.  I have asked for a camera for at least five years, and I finally got one. I also got a Subway gift card and several different flavors of herbal tea.  No books this year, which is odd for me.  Well, my sister bought me a book a few weeks ago, but I got to pick it out.  It was Airman by Eion Colfer, and it was brilliant.  I may review it for you later! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  I may be offline all next week, but I will update if I can.  God bless!  Merry Christmas to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8614549634608568224?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8614549634608568224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8614549634608568224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8614549634608568224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8614549634608568224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-christmas.html' title='The First Christmas'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-699551000444337665</id><published>2009-12-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:10:49.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Maybe I'll Start This Up Again?</title><content type='html'>Soo....I am thinking I just might start this blog up again, now that I have a super awesome laptop and everything.  Maybe.  I don't know if I have anything interesting to write.  Of course, many bloggers do not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just ran out of Twizzlers, and that demands some sort of fixing.  So, just keep on the lookout.  I might post something soon!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-699551000444337665?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/699551000444337665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=699551000444337665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/699551000444337665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/699551000444337665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe-ill-start-this-up-again.html' title='Maybe I&apos;ll Start This Up Again?'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3002915088121928247</id><published>2009-06-04T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:52:45.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Something of a Transformation</title><content type='html'>This past week, I think I have become a city girl.  I used to think I wanted to live in the country, but just being in a city has made me change my mind.  I loved it, especially at night.  Just walking around, watching all of the people, even the ones who aren't all that pleasant to look at.  I saw a group protesting against the circus, one dressed or painted as a tiger.  I saw two men in skirts: one was a kilt, one was just black.  There was a Starbucks around every corner, and a Barnes and Noble just down just one block.  There was a lot of concrete, but small havens in the midst of it all, like the Water Gardens, made it bearable.  More than bearable, in fact.   I loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3002915088121928247?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3002915088121928247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3002915088121928247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3002915088121928247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3002915088121928247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-of-transformation.html' title='Something of a Transformation'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7921936575447595992</id><published>2009-03-28T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:06:57.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Experimenting/Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, I just got Windows Live Writer and I’m trying it out.&amp;#160; It seems kind of strange, but that’s all good. :D&amp;#160; So, this is my trial….Oooo! I just remembered the awexome rainbow I saw the other day! Here are pictures!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:3657544b-793d-44ac-af06-8e45905e9524" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-785424e01f985e49.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=785424E01F985E49!166&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View The Rainbow" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bgMqbIhIp18/SdkdcElYsCI/AAAAAAAAADk/HAtnUa0wDxY/InlineRepresentationdb6710354e1e4e1b.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:340px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-785424e01f985e49.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=785424E01F985E49!166&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hopefully, that will work…..Isn’t it gorgeous? I love rainbows…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7921936575447595992?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7921936575447595992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7921936575447595992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7921936575447595992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7921936575447595992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/03/experimentingrainbow.html' title='Experimenting/Rainbow'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_bgMqbIhIp18/SdkdcElYsCI/AAAAAAAAADk/HAtnUa0wDxY/s72-c/InlineRepresentationdb6710354e1e4e1b.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3817480290639763892</id><published>2009-03-21T20:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:32:42.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Twilight Movie</title><content type='html'>I watched it again today.  I didn't like it.  It really annoyed me, actually.  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3817480290639763892?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3817480290639763892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3817480290639763892&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3817480290639763892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3817480290639763892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight Movie'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-356539034075520114</id><published>2009-03-17T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:29:15.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame on Me</title><content type='html'>The girl had a miscarriage.  Shame on people for spreading the abortion rumor and shame on me for believing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-356539034075520114?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/356539034075520114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=356539034075520114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/356539034075520114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/356539034075520114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/03/shame-on-me.html' title='Shame on Me'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4245975711800083905</id><published>2009-03-14T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T18:20:50.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure</title><content type='html'>I am unsure about so many things....&lt;br /&gt;A girl I know got an abortion a few days ago.  When I heard, I nearly cried.  She was three months pregnant.  Before this, abortion was something distant, something that I knew happened, and read about on the news.  Now, though, it seems so close.  And it has made me realize just how horrible it is.  I could not imagine making that decision.  This is not me on a soapbox, by the way, this is a girl trying to figure out how another girl could kill a baby.  How?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4245975711800083905?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4245975711800083905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4245975711800083905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4245975711800083905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4245975711800083905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2009/03/unsure.html' title='Unsure'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-6675555321751453147</id><published>2008-12-07T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:49:02.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>What Happens to My Mind in the Wee Hours of Morning</title><content type='html'>Last night/this morning I was reading my favorite parts of Jane Eyre and had a Taylor Swift song in my head.  It turned out to be an interesting combination.  I started to think. "Wow, this song works for this book.  It actully (almsot) describes Jane's feelings."  The song it "The Way I Loved You"&lt;br /&gt;A hint of the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;He is sensible and so incredible&lt;br /&gt;And all my single friends are jealous.&lt;br /&gt;He says everything I need to hear&lt;br /&gt;And it’s like I couldn’t ask for anything better.&lt;br /&gt;He opens up my door andI get into his car and he says you look beautiful tonight.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;But I miss screamin’ and fightin’ and kissin’ in the rain&lt;br /&gt;and its 2am and I’m cursin’ your name.&lt;br /&gt;You’re so in love that you act insane&lt;br /&gt;and that’s the way I loved you. B&lt;br /&gt;reakin’ down and comin’ undone&lt;br /&gt;it’s a roller coaster kinda rush.&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I could feel that much.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the way I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse: St. John Rivers&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:  Our one and only Mr. Rochester.  If you've read the book, think about it.  If you haven't, don't think, just go read the book.  The song is good as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-6675555321751453147?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/6675555321751453147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=6675555321751453147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6675555321751453147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6675555321751453147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happens-to-my-mind-in-wee-hours-of.html' title='What Happens to My Mind in the Wee Hours of Morning'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4143572362856026755</id><published>2008-12-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:54:08.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The Twilight Movie</title><content type='html'>I saw this Friday, and thought that I would add my opinion to the slew of others.  The funny thing about it:  I have none.  Seriously.  Before now, I have never watched a movie that invoked absolutely no emotion in me whatsoever.  Twilight did.  Or didn't, depending on how you look at it.  I did not love it, I did not hate it, I honestly have no emotion regarding it whatsoever.  I will probably watch it again once it comes out of DVD, but, for now, I am just glad that I satisfied my curiosity, and hope it will get off of Facebook flair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4143572362856026755?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4143572362856026755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4143572362856026755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4143572362856026755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4143572362856026755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-movie.html' title='The Twilight Movie'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8901640703036310322</id><published>2008-10-22T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:48:04.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing-Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God is an awesome God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>There are times when there is something in me.  A song, a poem, maybe just a thought.  Sometimes I don't know what it is, but I know I must get it out or I will lose it, and when it is lost, some part of me, some thing of beauty, is gone.  I am imperfect, and what beauty is in me, it is my duty to get out.  So often I feel dirty, a kind of dirty nothing can clean.  Then God puts something in my mind, that thought, that song, that poem, and  when I get it out I feel washed, like I have a wa y to relieve the sadness of the world or maybe only the sadness within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to believe that it is our job, as people, and especially as Christians, to share any beauty we have or are given, and just maybe we will change this world for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8901640703036310322?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8901640703036310322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8901640703036310322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8901640703036310322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8901640703036310322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-618806923637686492</id><published>2008-10-16T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:21:13.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Perception Part 1</title><content type='html'>As a teenager, I am told that I am old enough to take on responsibility, to make myself informed about the world.  I am not a politically minded person at all, but I like to know what is going on.  To me, ignorance is definitely &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; bliss.  I do not always understand things, though.  I am not a genius, and I do not have much experience with the world.  As a result, when I do not understand something, I will ask someone who I think will be able to explain it to me.  When the stock market had its almost-crash a while back, I was confused.  I know very little about the economy.  So I asked someone (an adult) to explain it.  Their response:  We do not need to worry about it.  That is definitely not the response I wanted.  As I said, I do not know everything, but I want the ability to make up my own mind.  That requires information.   For me to be sure of something, it requires a lot of information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So adults:  If I ask, give me the information.  Do not tell me your opinion on it.  Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not planning on making this into a series of posts, but I need to.  After beginning this, so many different things came to mind, and I need time to organize them mentally so that what I write will make some sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-618806923637686492?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/618806923637686492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=618806923637686492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/618806923637686492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/618806923637686492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/10/perception-part-1.html' title='Perception Part 1'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2130761932664826111</id><published>2008-10-08T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:15:52.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Philosophical&quot; questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Which Is Our Obsession: Justice or Violence?</title><content type='html'>I watch way too much TV, and, being me, I started to think. (Dangerous, I know)  Of course, anyone who watches any TV will notice the number of crime shows.  There are the classics like Law and Order, CSI; the dramas of The Closer, NCIS, and the quirky ones such as Psych (my favorite), and Pushing Daisies.  And those are only a few.  The huge number of crime shows that exist have me wondering, though: what are people obsessed with?  Is it justice or violence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all of them, the characters seem to be determined to find the truth, to put those who have wroing humanity in jail.  But is that why we are watching the shows?  Most of the shows show the victim's injuries in detail.  Also, most of them have some sort of fighting going on in more than half of the episodes in one season.  Most of the violence is unecessary.  Still, if we only wanted violence, moral questions that are often asked in them are also unecesarry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, readers, which do you think? Violence or justice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2130761932664826111?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2130761932664826111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2130761932664826111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2130761932664826111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2130761932664826111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-is-our-obsession-justice-or.html' title='Which Is Our Obsession: Justice or Violence?'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7363256419879878407</id><published>2008-09-26T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:06:30.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things</title><content type='html'>3 Things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1. Knowing I've made someone smile&lt;br /&gt;2. Stars&lt;br /&gt;3. My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things that make me cry:&lt;br /&gt;1. Seeing my best friend hurt&lt;br /&gt;2. "You're a good friend.  You always have been."  One of the best things possible to hear, but still somehow sad.&lt;br /&gt;3. Loss of hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Thing that makes me smile, laugh, cry:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3&lt;br /&gt;1 To everything there is a season,     &lt;br /&gt;A time for every purpose under heaven:      &lt;br /&gt; 2 A time to be born, And a time to die;      &lt;br /&gt;A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted;       &lt;br /&gt;3 A time to kill, And a time to heal;     &lt;br /&gt;A time to break down, And a time to build up;       &lt;br /&gt;4 A time to weep, And a time to laugh;      &lt;br /&gt;A time to mourn, And a time to dance;       &lt;br /&gt;5 A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones;      &lt;br /&gt;A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;       &lt;br /&gt;6 A time to gain, And a time to lose;      &lt;br /&gt;A time to keep, And a time to throw away;       &lt;br /&gt;7 A time to tear, And a time to sew;      &lt;br /&gt;A time to keep silence, And a time to speak;       &lt;br /&gt;8 A time to love, And a time to hate;      &lt;br /&gt;A time of war, And a time of peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7363256419879878407?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7363256419879878407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7363256419879878407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7363256419879878407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7363256419879878407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-things.html' title='7 things'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4822418310176021767</id><published>2008-08-30T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:42:54.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Something acutally interesting</title><content type='html'>I have to evacuate.  Urgh.  I will probably be without internet for a while, not that I have been on much often.  This just kind of stinks.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4822418310176021767?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4822418310176021767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4822418310176021767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4822418310176021767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4822418310176021767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-acutally-interesting.html' title='Something acutally interesting'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-6457406337112774628</id><published>2008-08-28T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:37:36.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I haven't posted in a while...</title><content type='html'>...so I thought I would now.  Hi!  I don't really have anything to talk about so I will just ramble.  Tomorrow is my fifth day of school.  So far it has been pretty good.  Of course, it is school which means it is amazingly boring, especially at the beginning when most of the teachers do nothing, but "get to know you." Gag.  I really don't know why they make us stand up and tell each other random things about ourselves when most of us have known each other since about 2nd grade.  Anyway...I complain to much.  I might get a car soon.  Hopefully I will.  My dad is dropping my grandmother off Saturday (she has been staying with us the past 2 weeks), and he might take me car shopping in a nearby city. *Happy dance!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My sister moved out last Wednesday. You know the Eureka rant?  That was partially due to the fact that she was leaving the next day.  Isn't is weird how small things can completely stress you out when something else big is going on?  I really wish that didn't happen.  I kind of tend to hold feelings in, so I tend to do that a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...oh yeah, I applied for a job at Pizza Hut today.  With gas prices and college prices, I need one and a friend who works there told me they were hiring.  I am praying and hoping I get the job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that is it for my random rambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn...I want to write some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-6457406337112774628?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/6457406337112774628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=6457406337112774628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6457406337112774628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6457406337112774628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title='I haven&apos;t posted in a while...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4962364688141118515</id><published>2008-08-19T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:24:04.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A TV Show Rant *MAJOR EUREKA SPOILERS*</title><content type='html'>Grrr!!!!!! In the latest episode of Eureka, Nathan Stark was "killed" (he acutally just vanished into space, but same basic idea) on his wedding day. Guess who he was marrying? The woman who the main character might possibly be in love with. Is it just me, or is that just a bit too far to go to let the main character (who had a different love interest in the last season that randomly vanished) get a girlfriend?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eureka is a generally good show, but, at the moment, it disgusts me.  I'm going to go listen to Hawk Nelson and Josh Groban to cheer me up.  Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4962364688141118515?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4962364688141118515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4962364688141118515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4962364688141118515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4962364688141118515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/08/tv-show-rant-major-eureka-spoilers.html' title='A TV Show Rant *MAJOR EUREKA SPOILERS*'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2481477947799680526</id><published>2008-08-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:50:12.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Back online!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I have both a new computer and internet access!  Being without them has been killing me.  All I have to say is: YAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2481477947799680526?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2481477947799680526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2481477947799680526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2481477947799680526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2481477947799680526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-online.html' title='Back online!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1869532798692000505</id><published>2008-07-12T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:18:40.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God is an awesome God'/><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>I just got back from church camp.  Again, it was fantastic.  God did some amazing work.  The Chris Allen Band did the music, and they are all really cool, nice guys who love God, and show it, which was an encourgagement.  Pat Cammarata was the speaker, and he was very funny, and very honest, which was really nice.  I learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as safety goes, I am much healthier than I was last year.  Both kneecaps are firmly in place (dislocated it at camp last year).  The only thing I can complain of is a bruise from paintball (totally worth it) and that I am still slightly hoarse from worship Thursday night.  That was even more worth it, and it is one of the few things that is absolutely impossible to describe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am home, healthy, and rejuvenated for Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1869532798692000505?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1869532798692000505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1869532798692000505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1869532798692000505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1869532798692000505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/07/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7431058265196647551</id><published>2008-07-01T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:21:37.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Blocked...</title><content type='html'>This is something of a rant but it is only against myself.  I am blocked.  I need to write, to finish the first draft of a novel I have been working on since September, but I can't make myself do it.  I do not know why, but I simply cannot write.  It is driving me crazy!  I cannot even manage to write stupid, horrible stuff...I just can't write.  I seem to be avoiding my book, too.  I am afraid of it for some reason.  Ahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7431058265196647551?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7431058265196647551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7431058265196647551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7431058265196647551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7431058265196647551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/07/blocked.html' title='Blocked...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4383627668691157337</id><published>2008-06-22T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:05:28.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Gone...</title><content type='html'>I will be without a computer beginning tomorrow until next Saturday.  This depresses me, but since I'll be on vacation, I'll live.  Anyway...ta ta for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4383627668691157337?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4383627668691157337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4383627668691157337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4383627668691157337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4383627668691157337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/06/gone.html' title='Gone...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2967628967117787549</id><published>2008-06-16T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:27:44.008-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Host continued</title><content type='html'>I LOVED IT, I LOVED IT, I LOVED IT!  Definitely better than the Twilight Saga.  It kept me up until 2:30 this morning.  It was fantastic.  Seriously. Read it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2967628967117787549?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2967628967117787549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2967628967117787549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2967628967117787549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2967628967117787549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/06/host-continued.html' title='The Host continued'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4978090080109474507</id><published>2008-06-14T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:32:01.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The Host</title><content type='html'>I checked out The Host (Stephanie Meyer) from the library today.  Something tells me I'll be up late tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4978090080109474507?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4978090080109474507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4978090080109474507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4978090080109474507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4978090080109474507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/06/host.html' title='The Host'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2676622634684133304</id><published>2008-06-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:38:26.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Go Astros!</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to an Astros game and it was a somewhat important game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was the first game I have been to of the season.  Always fun. &lt;br /&gt;2. It was the second game I have been to while injured.  Last season, I went to a game on crutches after I dislocated my knee cap.  Yesterday, I went with a sprained ankle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, it was an awesome game.  The Astros won 6-1 against the Cardinals, Pujols struck out twice, and Beary (the Astros relief pitcher) struck out the first three batters in the ninth inning, therefore ending the game with a bang.  Also, Hunter Pence, one of my favorite players hit well, and made a really good catch.  My only regret was that I did not see a home run.  There was one (Geoff Blum) but I was getting ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just say it again: GO ASTROS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2676622634684133304?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2676622634684133304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2676622634684133304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2676622634684133304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2676622634684133304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/06/go-astros.html' title='Go Astros!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3932637531225679057</id><published>2008-06-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:11:36.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Goals of the Summer</title><content type='html'>-Reread &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;-Read &lt;em&gt;The Three Musketeers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Read 3 of Shakespeare's plays: one comedy, one tragedy, one history&lt;br /&gt;-Read at least 30 other books&lt;br /&gt;-Finish first draft of Ten Truths (at least 20,000 words)&lt;br /&gt;-Write  a play&lt;br /&gt;-complete 3rd German language disk&lt;br /&gt;-Lean how to play "How to Save a Life" on piano&lt;br /&gt;-Make a stop-motion film at least 1 minute long&lt;br /&gt;-Choreograph at lyrical/contemporary dance to a Josh Groban song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3932637531225679057?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3932637531225679057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3932637531225679057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3932637531225679057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3932637531225679057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/06/goals-of-summer.html' title='Goals of the Summer'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4751836913713141976</id><published>2008-05-31T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:55:41.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Graduated!</title><content type='html'>My sister graduated last night.  It has not quite set in yet, but it is scary all the same.  She does not leave until August, though, so I still have a couple months with her.  This all just feels so strange.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4751836913713141976?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4751836913713141976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4751836913713141976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4751836913713141976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4751836913713141976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduated.html' title='Graduated!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3686999269044135468</id><published>2008-05-28T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:14:10.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>w00t!</title><content type='html'>School is out.  This brings about several very good things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. More reading time&lt;br /&gt;2. Less stress&lt;br /&gt;3. Vacation&lt;br /&gt;4. More sleep....probably...&lt;br /&gt;5. More time alone&lt;br /&gt;6. More library time&lt;br /&gt;7.  Leaving this town (which is not the same as vacation....there is a whole seperate sort of relief that comes with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seven is a good number, so I am done. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3686999269044135468?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3686999269044135468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3686999269044135468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3686999269044135468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3686999269044135468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/05/w00t.html' title='w00t!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2407093720003821001</id><published>2008-05-10T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:56:48.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It is over :D :(</title><content type='html'>Well, dance is over for the year.  We had our recital today.  It went well.  I danced in ballet and hip-hop.  I am relieved it is over, but also sad, because I love dance.  Love it, love it, love it. I plan on joining another dance class next year: tap.  It should be fun.  I have never tried it, but my teacher said I could probably do it.  They are doing Broadway songs next year, and she actually told me "Well, you're a Broadway girl." Hehe.  I like that comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2407093720003821001?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2407093720003821001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2407093720003821001&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2407093720003821001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2407093720003821001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-over-d.html' title='It is over :D :('/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-310862648612150067</id><published>2008-05-03T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:46:01.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Therapy</title><content type='html'>So, lately I have been feeling a bit down (probably at least partially due to over-emphasized state testing) and I am currently indulging in my favorite form of therapy: Jane Austen movies.  "Oh, believe me, no one would suspect your manners to rehearse." (Just heard that line :D)  It is the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice (the one with Kiera Knightly and Matthew McFayden).  Absolutely wonderful.  Sigh.  Swoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Jane Austen is the best form of therapy.  Especially when combined with ice cream.  Since we are lacking that at the moment, though, I am afraid I will have to do without.  Oh well, Mr. Darcy is more than enough to cheer me up. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-310862648612150067?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/310862648612150067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=310862648612150067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/310862648612150067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/310862648612150067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/05/therapy.html' title='Therapy'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-5149505088785027758</id><published>2008-04-28T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T07:53:51.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God is an awesome God'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Chapter in the Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is my favorite chapter in the Bible.  I have highlighted what my favorite verses are in this chapter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4 1 Therefore, my beloved and longed-for brethren, my joy and crown, so stand fast in the Lord, beloved. 2 I implore Euodia and I implore Syntyche to be of the same mind in the Lord. 3 And I urge you also, true companion, help these women who labored with me in the gospel, with Clement also, and the rest of my fellow workers, whose names are in the Book of Life. 4 Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice! 5 Let your gentleness be known to all men. The Lord is at hand. &lt;strong&gt;6 Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God; 7 and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. 8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.&lt;/strong&gt; 9 The things which you learned and received and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace will be with you. 10 But I rejoiced in the Lord greatly that now at last your care for me has flourished again; though you surely did care, but you lacked opportunity. &lt;strong&gt;11 Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content: &lt;/strong&gt;12 I know how to be abased, and I know how to abound. Everywhere and in all things I have learned both to be full and to be hungry, both to abound and to suffer need.&lt;strong&gt; 13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me&lt;/strong&gt;. 14 Nevertheless you have done well that you shared in my distress. 15 Now you Philippians know also that in the beginning of the gospel, when I departed from Macedonia, no church shared with me concerning giving and receiving but you only. 16 For even in Thessalonica you sent aid once and again for my necessities. 17 Not that I seek the gift, but I seek the fruit that abounds to your account. 18 Indeed I have all and abound. I am full, having received from Epaphroditus the things sent from you, a sweet-smelling aroma, an acceptable sacrifice, well pleasing to God. &lt;strong&gt;19 And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt; 20 Now to our God and Father be glory forever and ever. Amen. 21 Greet every saint in Christ Jesus. The brethren who are with me greet you. 22 All the saints greet you, but especially those who are of Caesar’s household. 23 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-5149505088785027758?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/5149505088785027758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=5149505088785027758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5149505088785027758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5149505088785027758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-chapter-in-bible.html' title='My Favorite Chapter in the Bible'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-5345039069671883257</id><published>2008-04-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T10:40:42.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Many Things in One</title><content type='html'>I had yet another crazy weekend.  Friday night, I went to compete in Speaker's Tournament State Semi-Finals.  Right after I spoke, my mom had to drive me to the town where I was competing in Headline Writing UIL (Regionals) the next day.  Well, Saturday morning, the SUV we were driving got a flat tire, and the two guys that were with us, had to change it. (I competed at 2:30 and did not place).  Then, on the way home, we got in a wreck.  It was not bad at all, but there is now a rather large dent in the school's SUV.  That night, we got home at about 11:00, at which time, I watched part of Becoming Jane.  I have to say, I did not like it very much, to my surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning held the most surprising, and saddest news.  The pastor at my church is resigning, so that he can do something else in the association.  I have only been going there for about a year and a half, but I really liked him.  I will still see him and his wife some, as they will not be moving.  It still is hard, and sad, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-5345039069671883257?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/5345039069671883257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=5345039069671883257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5345039069671883257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5345039069671883257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/04/many-things-in-one.html' title='Many Things in One'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-733403108080264495</id><published>2008-04-06T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:03:13.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Today was Spring Day!  It was not very warm, but it was bright and beautiful.  I will have to take some pictures of our yard later, but right now I don't have a camera.  Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Spring Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-733403108080264495?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/733403108080264495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=733403108080264495&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/733403108080264495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/733403108080264495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/04/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-441803762259970903</id><published>2008-04-03T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T15:19:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity at a Young Age</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anassemblageoftherandom.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anassemblageoftherandom.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Follow this format&lt;br /&gt;2. Copy/Paste the rules&lt;br /&gt;3. State who tagged you and add a link to their blog&lt;br /&gt;4. Write 5 crazy things you did as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to draw random polka dots on Kleenexes with markers, then spray them with water, because it made pretty tye-dye patterns.  The bathroom counter still has stains.&lt;br /&gt;2. I broke my glasses once a week (literally...I promise that is not an exaggeration) from playing football with my brother and one of his friends.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My brother and I rode a Little Red Wagon down our slide.  Sometimes we wore a baseball helmet.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Whenever we played "house" I would want to be married to Elvis.  (My older sister always claimed him first, sadly)&lt;br /&gt;5. Played a game called "Movie Mix-Up" in which you could be any character from an animated movie, and you would interact with any character from an animated movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-441803762259970903?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/441803762259970903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=441803762259970903&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/441803762259970903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/441803762259970903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/04/insanity-at-young-age.html' title='Insanity at a Young Age'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-5177423311280778603</id><published>2008-03-30T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:50:34.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Ah!</title><content type='html'>This week (and weekend) has been crazy again!  My cousin came to visit from Oregon, so I tried to spend as much time with him as possible.  He taught me to swing dance last summer, so I was very excited that I could have a dancing partner if only for three days.  Then, yesterday, I competed in Literary Criticism and Headline Writing UIL (school literary competitions).  I got seventh in Lit Crit (grr.  Just one away from placing!), and first (!!!) in Headline which means I will be advancing to Regionals.  I was pretty excited about that.  Then, today, I competed in Speaker's Tournament (a Southern Baptist competition), in which I had to prepare a speech on a topic in advance and present it.  It is for church and I did mine on Go-missions and evangelism.  I advanced to Regionals in that as well, so it has been a good weekend.  Hectic, but good.  I really can't complain.  I would not know what to do without stress. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-5177423311280778603?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/5177423311280778603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=5177423311280778603&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5177423311280778603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5177423311280778603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/ah.html' title='Ah!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2072275370018742732</id><published>2008-03-24T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T07:45:37.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Well, I am finally back.  When I left to see my grandmother, I did not realize that I would be computerless for five days.  My dad usually brings his laptop, but he forgot it this time.  It is definitely good to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2072275370018742732?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2072275370018742732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2072275370018742732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2072275370018742732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2072275370018742732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1407530470820066627</id><published>2008-03-18T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:04:41.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Spring Break, but still no Spring Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the second day of spring break, but spring day has not come yet.  Spring day is the day when I walk outside, and can just &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; that it is Spring.  It has nothing to do with the calendar, it is just my way of noting the seasons.  Spring Day is one of my favorite days of the year, partially because I never know when it will happen.  Don't worry though; I'll write all about it when it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1407530470820066627?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1407530470820066627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1407530470820066627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1407530470820066627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1407530470820066627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-but-still-no-spring-day.html' title='Spring Break, but still no Spring Day'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-6667723130417406224</id><published>2008-03-12T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:59:01.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Meme: My Life In Six Words</title><content type='html'>Wow...I don't know how I'm going to do this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreamy but steady as I wobble&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag....Celes/Nerd Godess/Writng Soup for the Teenage Mind :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-6667723130417406224?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/6667723130417406224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=6667723130417406224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6667723130417406224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6667723130417406224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/meme-my-life-in-six-words.html' title='Meme: My Life In Six Words'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2042751029694165249</id><published>2008-03-10T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:21:52.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Book Title Meme</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Cuileann (The Holly and the Ivy)&lt;br /&gt;Write the first word in the title of the book you’re reading right now (if you’re reading several, please just choose one). Then format the first word so that the letters have a separate line (yes, you’re right: an acrostic poem type thing). Choose a phrase for each letter that describes the book. Characters, places, and even types of food is fine. It just has to be something from the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, well, the first word is "A", so I'll go with the second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Suicide Society of the Summer&lt;br /&gt;Enemy&lt;br /&gt;Phineas&lt;br /&gt;England (New)&lt;br /&gt;Roommates&lt;br /&gt;Allies&lt;br /&gt;Terror&lt;br /&gt;Elwin Leper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(book is &lt;em&gt;A Seperate Peace&lt;/em&gt; by John Knowles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag....hwalk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2042751029694165249?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2042751029694165249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2042751029694165249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2042751029694165249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2042751029694165249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/write-first-word-in-title-of-book-youre.html' title='Book Title Meme'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7452408349314555584</id><published>2008-03-08T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:01:07.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>...was fun.  This morning, I got to go prom-dress shopping with my older sister (she is going to prom, not me by the way), and she found a wonderful dress!!  It is Cinderella-ish, and oh so beautiful.  After that, I went to the church library for about two hours, helping get it in some sort of order.  We still have work to do, but it looks much better than it did this morning.  Then, at seven, I went to see a local church's production of The Wizard of Oz.  It was wonderful, and I have "ding-dong the witch is dead" playing over and over in my head.  That is not so wonderful.  Hehe.  Well, that is the end of my random ramblings!  (Now try to say that five times fast...random ramblings....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7452408349314555584?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7452408349314555584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7452408349314555584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7452408349314555584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7452408349314555584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8936039215688126776</id><published>2008-03-04T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:22:34.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Books of February</title><content type='html'>Same format as last time, but I did not write all of them down, so if I remember any more, I'll post them, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silmarillion   J.R.R. Tolkien   Fantasy   5/5  w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale of Two Cities   Charles Dickens   Hist. Fiction (a classic)  5/5  Sad, but good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Fowl: The Lost Colony  Eoin Colfer   Fantasy   5/5  Super duper! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code   Eoin Colfer   Fantasy 5/5   Lost Colony was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot...I can't remember any more right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8936039215688126776?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8936039215688126776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8936039215688126776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8936039215688126776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8936039215688126776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/books-of-february.html' title='Books of February'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3884007914786338173</id><published>2008-03-01T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T19:46:04.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>Wow.  Things have seemed so crazy lately.  I seem like I spend all of my time at school or church between UIL, Student Council, NHS, Library Board and youth activites.  Today was fun, though.  I spent the morning with my grandparents, then went to a missions rally at two.  I actually missed most of it, because my insulin pump messed up, and I had to go home.  Mean diabetes.   Then it was time to clean house and make dinner (&lt;3 Boca burgers), because my sister is playing in a softball tournament today.  Well...that ends my narrative.  I'll post Februrary books soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3884007914786338173?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3884007914786338173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3884007914786338173&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3884007914786338173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3884007914786338173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/03/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8593889343474445264</id><published>2008-02-16T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T15:31:48.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Um...can't think of a title...</title><content type='html'>...but I still have to write one, because it bugs me to not.  Well, I'm awake now.  Mostly.  It is rainy (though not raining) outside, which always makes me slightly sleepy.  This is a completely random post by the way.  No point to it at all.  I just feel like rambling.  Hmmm.  Oh, there is something I though about dedicating an entire ranting post to.  As some of you know, I am a lacto-ovo vegetarian. Well, lately my youth group hosted a banquet to raise money for our missions trip, and green beans was one of the dishes served.  Well, some members of the Youth Council decided to put bacon in the green beans.  My friend said "Well, what about our vegetarian?"  They said: "Oh, we just won't tell her.  It won't count."  Um, yeah, made me mad.  I am perfectly fine with them putting bacon in the green beans, but not telling me on purpose because "it won't count."  What happened to respecting someone's decisions?  Grr.  Ok, sorry, done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this has basically turned into a short rant about that, but I am going to go ahead and end it, because my fingers are hurting. (Just started to learn how to play guitar).  Good-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8593889343474445264?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8593889343474445264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8593889343474445264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8593889343474445264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8593889343474445264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/02/umcant-think-of-title.html' title='Um...can&apos;t think of a title...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1828911554010401489</id><published>2008-02-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:23:55.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Half Asleep...</title><content type='html'>Groan.  I feel half asleep, and I don't know why.  I suppose I am just ready for some change.  School is becoming boring again, and I'm ready for Spring Break.  To top it off, I lost my 3-month writing momentum.  Everything I write seems forced, and I had hoped to finish the first draft of Ten Truths by the end of February.  Yeah, not going to happen.  Urgh.  I hope I can get out of this rut.  It's rather dark and boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1828911554010401489?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1828911554010401489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1828911554010401489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1828911554010401489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1828911554010401489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/02/half-asleep.html' title='Half Asleep...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2476774570087536899</id><published>2008-02-05T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:27:00.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Meme</title><content type='html'>Tagged by faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing only positive reviews?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Outsider's by S.E. Hinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could bring three characters to life for a social event (afternoon tea, night of clubbing, perhaps a world cruise), who would they be and what would the event be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  This is hard.  Pippin from LotR, because he would be hilarious and fun.  Wes Janson from Star Wars because I so want to borrow his flatscreen cloak.  Oh, and Mr. Collins from Pride and Prejudice, so I can laugh at him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Borrowing shamelessly from the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde): you are told you can't die until you read the most boring novel on the planet. While this immortality is great for a while, eventually you realize it's past time to die. Which book would you expect to get you a nice grave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we've all been there. Which book have you pretended, or at least hinted, that you've read, when in fact you've been nowhere near it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...I can't think of one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an addition to the last question, has there been a book that you really thought you'd read, only to realize when you read a review about it/ go to re-read that you haven't? Which book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same answer as above.  Which is really bugging me, because I know I've done it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're interviewing for the post of Official Book Advisior to some VIP ( who's not a big reader). What's the first book you'd recommend and why: ( if you feel like you'd have to know the person, go ahead and personalize the VIP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably say &lt;em&gt;The Savage Damsel and the Dwarf&lt;/em&gt;  by Gerald Morris, because it is hilarious, and everyone likes funny books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good fairy comes and grants you one wish: you will have perfect reading and comprehension in a foreign language of your choice. What language do you go with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably say ancient Greek, because it would be so cool to be able to read the myths and stories and such in the original language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mischievous fairy comes and says that you must choose one book that you will re-read once a year for the rest of your life ( you could read other books as well). Which book would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the book blogging community, and its various challenges, have pushed my reading borders. What’s one bookish thing you ‘discovered’ from book blogging (maybe a new genre, or author, or new appreciation for cover art-anything)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the appreciation of cover-art. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That good fairy is back for one final visit. Now, she’s granting you your dream library! Describe it. Is everything leatherbound? Is it full of first edition hardcovers? Pristine trade paperbacks? Perhaps a few favourite authors have inscribed their works? Go ahead-let your imagination run free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!  Well, I want it to be huge with one a round, glass wall facing west, and several comfy chairs facing it.  All of the other walls would be filled with bookshelves that reach the ceiling. One of the shelves would be filled with journals, spirals, etc. for my writing use. (I'd use one of those tall, sliding ladders to get to the top.  In the center of the room, I want four bookshelves (facing inward) that create a sort of small room, and all of my favorites on them.  In the room, I would have a super duper comfy chair with a lamp.  Also, all the books would be hardback. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot more, but I think I'll stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I'll tag hwalk, and whoever else wants to do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2476774570087536899?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2476774570087536899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2476774570087536899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2476774570087536899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2476774570087536899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/02/book-meme.html' title='Book Meme'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-6052268099454860899</id><published>2008-02-01T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:09:39.661-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>January Books</title><content type='html'>This year, I want to see exactly how many books I read, so I'm making a list. Here are January's, and how I wrote them on the list:&lt;br /&gt;(Title, Author, Genre, Writing Rating/Morality Rating, Comments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargirl   Jerry Spinelli   General/Teen   5/5   Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing Louisa   Judith Caseley   General/Teen   3/2   (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Quest of the Fair Unknown   Gerald Morris   Arthurian (Fantasy)   4.5/5   Not his usual brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Rhulain   Brian Jacques   Fantasy   5/5   I'd forgotten how good these were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars: The Annotated Screenplays   Laurence Bouzereau   Star Wars :)   5/4.7   !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight of the Dragon Kyn   Susan Fletcher  Fantasy   4.7/5   Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy   Douglas Adams   Sci-Fi   5/2.7   Two Words: Emo robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Stargirl   Jerry Spinelli   General/Teen   5/5   Almost as good as Stargirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen, Inc.   Stefan Petrucha   General/Teen   4/5   Ok book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shadow Spinner   Susan Fletcher  5/5   General (I guess)   Based on a fairy tale!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edge Chronicles: Beyond the Deepwoods   Paul Stewer &amp;amp; Chris Riddell   Fantasy   4/5   Low reading level, but good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-6052268099454860899?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/6052268099454860899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=6052268099454860899&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6052268099454860899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6052268099454860899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/02/january-books.html' title='January Books'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1184392163383976820</id><published>2008-01-30T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T09:37:20.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Happy dance, but a pouty face</title><content type='html'>I am very happy right now, but I'm also sad.  Most of you who read this probably can guess why I am sad: LRRH is down. :'(  I came in here (the school library) ecstatic, but some of the happiness was taken away.  Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, though for my happy news:  I am on a roll in Algebra II.  Seriously.  The past two tests, I have made either one of the highest grades (a 91, one of two A's) or a medium one (80 on the semester exam!  I was surprised, since the majority failed).  Also, I actually understand the material being taught in class.  The good news about the bad news is, with LRRH down, it will be easier to keep my current good grade, because my main form of procrastination is gone.  It is a very small silver lining, but it will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I am going to go back to the fabulous Mr. Tolkien now!  Ta ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1184392163383976820?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1184392163383976820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1184392163383976820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1184392163383976820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1184392163383976820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-dance-but-pouty-face.html' title='Happy dance, but a pouty face'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7398528571397704287</id><published>2008-01-27T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:58:21.395-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing-Music'/><title type='text'>Impetuously Amy</title><content type='html'>This summer, I started working on a musical that I named Impetuously Amy.  I have a kind of plot, and six songs, and decided I would share.  I can't get the tunes on here, but thought I'd post lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;What is Happening Behind the Song:&lt;br /&gt;Amy likes to dance, but her father won't allow it.  Sarah is the "responsible one" who always covers for Amy when she is gone. Their mother is dead, their father is very rich.  During the song, Amy is rushing home from dance lessons, trying to arrive before her father does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note: The pink means Amy's sister Sarah is singing, the green means Amy is singing, the orange is people in town, and the black is Amy and Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;IMPETUOUSLY AMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amy, Amy!&lt;br /&gt;Where has she gone now?&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn’t she ever listen?&lt;br /&gt;Amy, come here now!&lt;br /&gt;Always running, dancing! Never in one place&lt;br /&gt;She is so, so&lt;br /&gt;Impetuously Amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh no! Pardon!&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to get home!&lt;br /&gt;Father would cancel my lessons!&lt;br /&gt;He can’t know I’m gone!&lt;br /&gt;Always shouting, screaming: &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you must know your place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says I’m so                                    &lt;br /&gt;Impetuously Amy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;always running dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She &lt;/span&gt;won’t stay in place&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I’m&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she’s&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;br /&gt;Impetuously Amy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7398528571397704287?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7398528571397704287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7398528571397704287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7398528571397704287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7398528571397704287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/01/impetuously-amy.html' title='Impetuously Amy'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3156829783857940589</id><published>2008-01-20T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:38:35.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God is an awesome God'/><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>I'm back from a weekend at a youth retreat.  It was fun, even though I only got a grand total of three hours of sleep Friday night, and got back at ten Saturday.  It is my second year to go to it, and again the speakers were awesome, the music was awesome, the drama was funny, but serious at times.  There was something that really hit me.  They did a skit where one guy was praying and the other was the voice of God.  The man praying said "But God, I've let you down so many times."  "God's" answer was "You are not holding me up, I am holding you up.  That is not your job, it's mine."  Wow.  Amazing is it not?  I've thought that so many times, but the answer has never come to mind.  Is God not wonderful? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole weekend was fun.  The hotel we stayed in was definitely interesting to say the least.  Anyway, I'm glad I'm home, and glad I do not have school tomorrow.  Sleep, glorious sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3156829783857940589?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3156829783857940589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3156829783857940589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3156829783857940589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3156829783857940589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/01/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-6661308265804485897</id><published>2008-01-17T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:30:55.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>"Here's to lookin' at you, kid."</title><content type='html'>Casablanca.  One of the best movies ever made.  I just watched the end of it with my dad (he didn't tell me it was on, hmph).  I love it.  It is utterly quotable, utterly beautiful, just plain wonderful.  Ah.  If you haven't watched it before, watch it now.  Seriously back away from the computer, and go find it.  It is a necessary movie.  Oh, and while you're at it, go get &lt;em&gt;Father Goose&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;/em&gt;.  Those are more movies that show off great old actors and actresses.  The people on the screen today cannot compare.  Now, why are you still reading?  Go watch classic, quality television!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-6661308265804485897?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/6661308265804485897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=6661308265804485897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6661308265804485897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6661308265804485897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/01/heres-to-lookin-at-you-kid.html' title='&quot;Here&apos;s to lookin&apos; at you, kid.&quot;'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1251071181985667662</id><published>2008-01-06T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:22:18.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>It is a small kind of accomplishment I suppose</title><content type='html'>Today I have accomplished two things that are, in my opinion, noteworthy:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I finished rereading Act I of Hamlet.  This is not very exciting, but it does mean that my Literary Criticism competition coach will not kill me when I see her Tuesday.  For those of you who like the alive, this is good news.  For those of you who may want me dead (and I really hope there are not any that do), I am not very sorry to be perfectly honest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I finally got to drive on the highway!  With traffic!   It was not even a mile, and I only saw a few cars, but still!  Also, I beat my sister in that I got all the way up to 50, when her first time on the highway, she was scared to pass about 35.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1251071181985667662?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1251071181985667662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1251071181985667662&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1251071181985667662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1251071181985667662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-small-kind-of-accomplishment-i.html' title='It is a small kind of accomplishment I suppose'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2750270870485991699</id><published>2007-12-31T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T21:38:24.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Several (Short) Reviews</title><content type='html'>I've read a few books lately, and here are my opinions of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jinx&lt;/em&gt; by Meg Cabot&lt;br /&gt;It was ok.  Some of it was a bit too weird for me to like a lot.  Also, it was confusing which of the characters believed in magic and which did not.  I give it 3 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd Tell You I Loved You but then I'd Have to Kill You&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy&lt;/em&gt; by Ally Carter&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.  My only real complaint was that I would like them a bit longer.  Though they are about teen spies, they were realistic enough to be enjoyable.  I don't know if I like these better than the Alex Rider books (teen spy, but a guy), but I feel I can relate more to Cammie, as a girl.  5 stars out of 5.  (I am sooo ready for the next one....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missing Magic&lt;/em&gt; by Emma Laybourn&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun, easy read.  The reading level was low, but the writing was good enough that I liked it.  I suggest it if you want very light reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I tried to read Wuthering Heights, and it is not for me.  I'm not sure why, but I just could not get into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2750270870485991699?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2750270870485991699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2750270870485991699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2750270870485991699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2750270870485991699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/12/several-short-reviews.html' title='Several (Short) Reviews'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1764263008616084789</id><published>2007-12-25T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:51:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No one can say it better than God, so here is the Christmas story, a better story than one I could have told about my presents or strange doings:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:1 In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:2 This was the first registration when Quirinius was governor of Syria.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:3 And all went to be registered, each to his own town.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, from the town of Nazareth, to Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David,&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:5 to be registered with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:6 And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger, because there was no place for them in the inn.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:8 And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:9 And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:10 And the angel said to them, "Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy that will be for all the people.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:12 And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger."&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:14 "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!"&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:15 When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, "Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us."&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:16 And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:17 And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:18 And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:19 But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;Luk 2:20 And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1764263008616084789?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1764263008616084789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1764263008616084789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1764263008616084789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1764263008616084789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-story.html' title='The Christmas Story'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1808716460446413137</id><published>2007-12-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:17:16.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>PSAT scores!</title><content type='html'>I got my PSAT scores today!  They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Critical Reading&lt;/strong&gt;: 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt;: 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Writing Skills&lt;/strong&gt;: 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total&lt;/strong&gt;: 190&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited.  I think I made the highest sophmore score, though I am not sure.  According to a few people, add a zero, and you get the SAT score.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1808716460446413137?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1808716460446413137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1808716460446413137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1808716460446413137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1808716460446413137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/12/psat-scores.html' title='PSAT scores!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4030139708566476684</id><published>2007-12-18T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:20:33.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Drowning...</title><content type='html'>I am slowly drowning in a research paper.  I have to pick an event, write about it, and the affects of it, then change something about it, and write how the world or America would be better because of what I changed.  I ended up choosing the Burr-Hamilton duel, and it is &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; harder than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that I noticed that isn't very comforting:  our founding fathers were &lt;em&gt;gossipy&lt;/em&gt;! They were constantly talking about people of the opposite party, or even their own party.  Also, the newspapers were vicious.  They would publish private letters, and such.  It is rather frightening how petty some of the people who provided the basis of our country were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4030139708566476684?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4030139708566476684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4030139708566476684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4030139708566476684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4030139708566476684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/12/drowning.html' title='Drowning...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1430546082349656144</id><published>2007-12-14T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:11:59.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Tour of Homes</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went on this Tour of Homes.  What it is, is you go around town and look at all of the old homes.  They are all decorated for Christmas, and most of the owner's are rather rich.  It was better than I expected, though at the end of the two hours, I was definitely ready to go home.  There was one thing I noticed in all of the homes: space, or the lack thereof.  When I say lacking, I am not talking small houses, I am talking almost every inch crammed with something, usually a leather couch.  It looked very comfy, but it also looked very stifling.  It is probably my "dance nature" but I love wide open spaces.  I share a room with both of my sisters, and space is treasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So readers, if you had a big house (or have a big house), space or sofas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1430546082349656144?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1430546082349656144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1430546082349656144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1430546082349656144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1430546082349656144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/12/tour-of-homes.html' title='Tour of Homes'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-6558552472028334802</id><published>2007-12-07T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:30:11.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports</title><content type='html'>My rating: 4.7 stars (out of 5)&lt;br /&gt;Review:&lt;br /&gt;It is the third of the Maximum Ride series, and very good, though it was not my favorite.  In it, Max (who is a girl by the way) and the rest of the flock (they are humans with bird wings, because their DNA was grafted with bird DNA), are still running from scientists and trying to discover what evil plan Itex (pretty much a monopoly on everything) has.  There are several plot twists and developments in the Fang-Max relationship (aw!).  The book is fast-paced, which is definitely in contrast with the other books I am reading.  I read it in about three hours today, and though it is not heavy reading or something that will make you think, it is a good read.  Oh, and if it comes down to Maximum Ride or Twilight Saga, I would chose Maximum Ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-6558552472028334802?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/6558552472028334802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=6558552472028334802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6558552472028334802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6558552472028334802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/12/maximum-ride-saving-world-and-other.html' title='Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-6333316179952031743</id><published>2007-12-03T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T19:11:34.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>I found these poems in my files and thought I could share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dance in the Storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my heart be not troubled when rain pours down&lt;br /&gt;May the lightning not make me cower to the ground&lt;br /&gt;May my soul be serene as the thunder rolls&lt;br /&gt;And regardless of wind, my courage hold&lt;br /&gt;So when skies become their most ominous form&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me the strength to dance in the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this summer of '06.  It is not my favorite, but at one point, I had a tune to go with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pencil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can ever tempt me more&lt;br /&gt;Than a pencil with a leaden core.&lt;br /&gt;A sharp tip writes of love so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Or heroes and their incredible feats.&lt;br /&gt;It writes of people great and small&lt;br /&gt;Of beautiful maidens loved by all.&lt;br /&gt;Only the pencil can tell what we need&lt;br /&gt;And show where a story’s beginning leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THIS is my favorite poem that I have ever written.  I wrote it in 8th grade and I still cannot resist the temptation of a beautifully sharp pencil.  I have to write or draw.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-6333316179952031743?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/6333316179952031743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=6333316179952031743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6333316179952031743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/6333316179952031743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/12/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4572532941618070290</id><published>2007-11-29T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:33:20.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Happy Eeek!</title><content type='html'>MY SCHOOL LIBRARY GOT BOOK OF A THOUSAND DAYS!!!  The high school library was severely lacking in the Shannon Hale book department, having none by her.  Today (actuallly about two minutes ago), I saw B1000 sitting on display.  Right now, I have a 24 book display of my favorites (because I'm specail and on Library Board :D), so, of course, I got to move it there.  Also, I told the librarian we need more Hale books, and she wrote the name down for next time they order more books.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4572532941618070290?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4572532941618070290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4572532941618070290&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4572532941618070290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4572532941618070290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-eeek.html' title='Happy Eeek!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3639140425573153601</id><published>2007-11-28T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:37:20.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Boys, Jews, and other things I'm not</title><content type='html'>Lately, the guys at my school have taken to calling me a Jew.  Why?  I have no idea.  This is a bit infuriating, and only one of the guys (the one who started it) knows.  He, of course, will not tell me.  (I've known him since kindergarten and he hasn't changed much.)  Why am I writing about this?  Good question.  I am not quite sure.  Probably because I really do not want to write my paper.  Anyway, because of my new label, I have a pretty funny story.  (At least it is funny to me.  You may have had to be there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tyler:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you go slower?  I'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alg. 2 Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt;  You're always lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tyler:&lt;/strong&gt;  Why do you always mess with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teacher:&lt;/strong&gt;  Some people just put themselves out there.  Liz ((that's me!)), for example doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All but one of the guys in the class:&lt;/strong&gt;  Because she's a &lt;em&gt;Jew&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes them sound racist, but they aren't.  One of the main instigators is from Pakistan, and calls himself "Brown Boy."  ANYway, I'll stop rambling now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact:  I am mostly Irish.  No Jewish blood that I know of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a spectacular day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3639140425573153601?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3639140425573153601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3639140425573153601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3639140425573153601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3639140425573153601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/boys-jews-and-other-things-im-not.html' title='Boys, Jews, and other things I&apos;m not'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1553322921670077338</id><published>2007-11-26T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T18:57:51.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Romanovs found....</title><content type='html'>The missing two Romanovs were found.  (&lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/story/_a/russias-last-royal-mystery-unraveled/20071124190209990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001"&gt;http://news.aol.com/story/_a/russias-last-royal-mystery-unraveled/20071124190209990001?ncid=NWS00010000000001&lt;/a&gt;)  I have to say I am kind of sad.  It is great that they found the bodies, but I am often a hopeless romantic, all for happy endings.  I have an Anastasia diary, and I had always kind of held out hope that she had escaped.  I guess it is not realistic, but that's just me.  Sigh.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1553322921670077338?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1553322921670077338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1553322921670077338&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1553322921670077338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1553322921670077338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/romanovs-found.html' title='Romanovs found....'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-361080221140695235</id><published>2007-11-22T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:52:05.664-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>First Driving Lesson!</title><content type='html'>I had my first driving lesson today!  I got my permit Tuesday, but I didn't get a chance to start learning until today. I am at my grandmother's, so my dad took me to a park near her house to learn.  If I was at my house, I would have learned on dirt roads, but I'm that'll come later. :D  Well, that's my exciting news of the day.  Hehe.  Happy Thanksgiving!  Remember: God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-361080221140695235?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/361080221140695235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=361080221140695235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/361080221140695235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/361080221140695235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-driving-lesson.html' title='First Driving Lesson!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-5239601664612643116</id><published>2007-11-13T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:55:52.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Astros'/><title type='text'>Lidge Trade</title><content type='html'>So, a few weeks ago, the Astros traded Lidge and Bruntlett for three players, and I can't decide whether I am happy or not.  Bruntlett, I don't really care about, though I don't know if trading a potential second-basemen is smart after Biggio's leaving ( :'( )...well, Loretta will probably play second, but anyway.  Lidge.  Lidge is who I cannot figure out.  In 2005, he was my FAVORITE player.  Then in the 2005 NLCS, he pulled the Pujol's homerun, and my admiration faded a bit.  2006, I wavered, then this year, he was one of my favorites.  Then, of course, they traded him.  Sigh.  That is the, for lack of a better word, emotional part of it.  For the Astros, I don't know if it was a good decision.  They traded Wheeler, their back-up closer during the season this year, and after trading Lidge, I don't know who will step up.  Then again, I was mad about the them trading Taveras last year, and look who ended up in center field: Pence, my current favorite player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now I've gone on and on about baseball, probably boring whoever actually read it, so I'll just say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ASTROS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-5239601664612643116?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/5239601664612643116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=5239601664612643116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5239601664612643116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/5239601664612643116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/lidge-trade.html' title='Lidge Trade'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4271757217050721931</id><published>2007-11-12T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T18:38:53.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Certain things you do not need to say</title><content type='html'>Never say you do not have enough to read too many times.  I must have last week, because Thursday I got Fahrenheit 451, then Friday I got Candide, Hamlet, and Major British Poets (which I need to read and study Keats in) for UIL, then Dominon from cuileann (twice, you should feel special :D).  Now I have plenty, plus NaNo.  I finished Candide this weekend, which helps of course, but I probably need to be reading or writing rather than on Blogger.  Oh, well. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4271757217050721931?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4271757217050721931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4271757217050721931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4271757217050721931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4271757217050721931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/certain-things-you-do-not-need-to-say.html' title='Certain things you do not need to say'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-9108889480961151027</id><published>2007-11-10T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T13:08:26.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><content type='html'>I figured out how to get to it.  I just have to follow a bunch of links.  Kind of annoying, but oh well, at least I can post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-9108889480961151027?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/9108889480961151027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=9108889480961151027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/9108889480961151027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/9108889480961151027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-408359919312665646</id><published>2007-11-09T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T05:34:39.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in a recent post, I finally remembered my password.  The problem is now, my internet refuses to let me on blogger, and gmail! Right now I'm on at a friend's house, and I can check it at school (haha...found two ways around the system, though I hadn't been &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; for one).  My mom just got the internet for her laptop in (hehe...that sounds funny), so hopefully I'll be able to blog at home.  Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-408359919312665646?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/408359919312665646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=408359919312665646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/408359919312665646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/408359919312665646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4375339390550839280</id><published>2007-11-06T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T14:15:07.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Book Thief by Markus Zusack</title><content type='html'>I loved this book!!!   Narrated by Death, this book is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leisel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Meminger&lt;/span&gt;, a girl living in Nazi Germany, and how she discovers the power of words.  &lt;em&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/em&gt; is heart-breaking, but not depressing.  It gives you a side of the war that it not often seen: the German side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some language (most of it in German), but it does not get in the way of the story.  At some points, it helps it.  READ IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4375339390550839280?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4375339390550839280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4375339390550839280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4375339390550839280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4375339390550839280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/book-thief-by-markus-zusack.html' title='The Book Thief by Markus Zusack'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-4356314055989831891</id><published>2007-11-05T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T19:41:48.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hurray!</title><content type='html'>I finally remembered my username and password! (Partial thanks goes to cuileann)  Nothing really notable is going on right now, but I just thought I'd celebrate. Haha.  More later! Beware! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-4356314055989831891?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/4356314055989831891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=4356314055989831891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4356314055989831891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/4356314055989831891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/11/hurray.html' title='Hurray!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2382551962718907635</id><published>2007-09-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:59:43.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God is an awesome God'/><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, my family officially joined the church we had been going to for a few months without being members.  Although it was more a formality, being a member will allow us to do more in the church.  I'm just excited!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2382551962718907635?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2382551962718907635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2382551962718907635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2382551962718907635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2382551962718907635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-2743118572099405707</id><published>2007-09-06T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:21:26.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>So I finally read Eclipse...</title><content type='html'>and I really didn't like it that much.  The writing was excellent, and I couldn't tear myself away, but the problem was that, at times, I wanted to.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;1. The whole Jacob thing.  Way too much drama there.  I wish they had just been friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. The whole virtue thing, for lack of better words.  It discussed enough to make me uncomfortable.  I just don't like that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;3. It just left me with a sad feeling.  I'm not sure why, but I wish it had made me happier at the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it.  I'm usually not that critical, but this just kind of let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-2743118572099405707?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/2743118572099405707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=2743118572099405707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2743118572099405707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/2743118572099405707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-i-finally-read-eclipse.html' title='So I finally read Eclipse...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-9120010315792366960</id><published>2007-08-30T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T18:31:04.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Teachers</title><content type='html'>English teachers are one of my favorite types of people.  They use correct grammar, they give you good feedback on your writing, and they always have good book reccomendations.  Within the past week, I have gotten  one reccomendation from my freshman English teacher (I am a sophmore), and two from an English teacher that I've never had, but I know through UIL (a public school competition organization) and yearbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-9120010315792366960?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/9120010315792366960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=9120010315792366960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/9120010315792366960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/9120010315792366960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/08/english-teachers.html' title='English Teachers'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-3973221034141631156</id><published>2007-08-21T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:42:08.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>(in LittleRed's words) The incomparable Jane Austen</title><content type='html'>I started reading &lt;em&gt;Persuasion&lt;/em&gt; yesterday, and finished it today.  It is now my second favorite Jane Austen novel (Pride and Prejudice being the first).  I had trouble putting it down, and that is unusual for most classics with me.  Jane's writing, though not as funny as most of the others, is wonderful.  I was feeling what Anne felt, wishing Captain Wentworth would come to his senses, rolling my eyes at Mary.  I loved it.  There isn't much more to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-3973221034141631156?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/3973221034141631156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=3973221034141631156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3973221034141631156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/3973221034141631156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-littlereds-words-incomparable-jane.html' title='(in LittleRed&apos;s words) The incomparable Jane Austen'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-8176111588049417847</id><published>2007-08-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T08:52:32.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Michael Vick makes me sick</title><content type='html'>Couldn't resist the rhyme.....but to the subject! What Michael Vick did was bad enough (dog fighting, animal cruelty), but now it is &lt;em&gt;all you hear about &lt;/em&gt;on ESPN and a few other places. My brother and I watch Sports Center in the morning for baseball news and the top ten plays, but we've been having trouble finding any of it, because Michael Vick is everywhere. People keep saying how much they misjudged him. It's becoming rather annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes deep breaths* Ok, rant over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-8176111588049417847?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/8176111588049417847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=8176111588049417847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8176111588049417847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/8176111588049417847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/08/michael-vick-makes-me-sick.html' title='Michael Vick makes me sick'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7323716386200670203</id><published>2007-08-20T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:49:15.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Lord of the Rings</title><content type='html'>I recently rediscovered LotR.  I read them a few years ago, and have seen all the movies a few times.  However, I reread &lt;em&gt;Fellowship of the Ring, &lt;/em&gt;er, a few days ago, and fell back into love with the trilogy again.  Who can't with writing like J.R.R. Tolkein?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7323716386200670203?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7323716386200670203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7323716386200670203&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7323716386200670203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7323716386200670203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/08/lord-of-rings.html' title='Lord of the Rings'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-7105208320487156480</id><published>2007-08-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T08:25:02.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My God is an awesome God'/><title type='text'>CIA is coming!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, the CIA will be coming to my town...but it's Christ in Action, not Central Intelligence Agency. Christ in Action is a program that has devotionals and does mission projects. We had it at our high school a couple of years ago, and now my youth group is trying to start it back up. Please keep it in your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-7105208320487156480?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/7105208320487156480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=7105208320487156480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7105208320487156480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/7105208320487156480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/08/cia-is-coming.html' title='CIA is coming!!!'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273010606082068753.post-1611275099209051774</id><published>2007-08-19T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:56:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>So, I thought I'd make a blog, but at the moment I have nothing to post.  More when my brain is working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6273010606082068753-1611275099209051774?l=incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/feeds/1611275099209051774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6273010606082068753&amp;postID=1611275099209051774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1611275099209051774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6273010606082068753/posts/default/1611275099209051774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incandescentlyeliza.blogspot.com/2007/08/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>KelseyLucinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12483451616186687631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EicTvZtyp6E/TmmR1LbD0cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mKOwB4be3g0/s220/SAM_0295-E.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
