<?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-575947102662288406</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:43:50.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In The Middle of Nowhere</title><subtitle type='html'>Unfortunately I live a boring life but you can read about it if you want</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3953501180954995059</id><published>2009-10-17T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:55:10.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>So I have basically not been blogging at all this year and I just think that it is time for me to say goodbye to my blog. I am just too busy right now to fill you in on all of the funny things that happen in my life. I am also going to Spain in January and I do not think that I will have time to blog when I am there. So who knows maybe this will be a year off and maybe this will be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This blog is the coolest thing ever and I love it to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3953501180954995059?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3953501180954995059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3953501180954995059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3953501180954995059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3953501180954995059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/10/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8906206596536288291</id><published>2009-09-09T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:15:29.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOAH</title><content type='html'>This is so much work. I seriously feel like I cannot have a normal life. I am always in my room or talking to people or helping people. All day. It is exhausting. I can almost not handle it. I seriously do not have a life (not that I ever really did) OMG. I am so exhausted. I seriously think that I am going to bed really soon and that is sort of pathetic. AHH also I hate each of my classes. They are no fun and I dislike them. On a happy note I am meeting with the lady who is in charge of Studying abroad in Europe on Tuesday. I am so excited for that to happen. At the same time I will be so sad when this semester is over. I really like all of my residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have any good programming ideas? I think that it would be really helpful because I am not creative at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8906206596536288291?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8906206596536288291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8906206596536288291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8906206596536288291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8906206596536288291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/09/woah.html' title='WOAH'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-13267824116542127</id><published>2009-08-29T19:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:48:38.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored out of my mind</title><content type='html'>So it is a Friday night and I am sitting in my room and I am very bored. Today I did a service project with some frosh and a girl on my floor. It was so much fun. So far I have a great relationship with two of my girls but not such a great one with the rest of them. We have a floor meeting on Monday night and I am a little bit nervous about it. I want to play a get to know you game but I feel like they have already done a million of them and a lot of those games are really lame so I am not sure about it. I need to get to know all of them so that when I see them I know their names. I right now know 5 out of my 33 residents names. That is not really that great at all. Wait I just remembered that I know 6 of their names. Yup that is still pathetic. Oh if you have any ideas for the get to know you games let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also no one is on facebook to talk to. And Kristine you have not been on AIM a lot which makes me sad. hahaha I still love you though but we seriously need to talk again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now my entire floor is empty and I am so alone. GAH I wish that someone was here that I could hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-13267824116542127?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/13267824116542127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=13267824116542127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/13267824116542127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/13267824116542127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title='Bored out of my mind'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-152415287289719652</id><published>2009-08-19T22:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:06:50.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Training, Second Day Back</title><content type='html'>Today we had training and I have to say that it was really fun. I am having a great time. I am in a little bit of pain though because of my surgery and because of all the walking and standing and sitting we did. I am sort of like an old lady and should not partake in such activities. Anyways then later this afternoon we had a cookout in the park and that was very nice. I am now sitting in my room relaxing and hoping that no one asks me to do anything because I am wiped out and cannot handle anymore fun. If someone does ask me then I am screwed because I have to say yes so that I do not appear to be stuck up or rude. I would not want that now would I. So basically I am making it look like I am doing stuff so that people do not bother me. Oh and I have to come up with another bulletin board idea. LAME I cannot think of any. I will maybe? post pics of my floor so you can check it out. I might get lazy and not do it though. The second possibility is far more likely. Also when you hang out with RAs all day it is very loud. Like real real loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There are fireworks going on outside and it sounds like explosives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-152415287289719652?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/152415287289719652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=152415287289719652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/152415287289719652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/152415287289719652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-training-second-day-back.html' title='First Day of Training, Second Day Back'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1115866647650125138</id><published>2009-08-17T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:09:07.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving In</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will officially be heading back to my zero life zone. I have everything all packed and now it just needs to move into the car. I hate move in and this year it is going to be super hard because I cannot lift anything over 15 pounds. Gah ok I forgot why I was posting this blog. I started out with something in mind but then I got distracted by watching The Secret Life of the American Teenager that show is so awkward and Amy is a spoiled brat. She is such a bitch. GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1115866647650125138?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1115866647650125138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1115866647650125138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1115866647650125138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1115866647650125138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-in.html' title='Moving In'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8094497930238756314</id><published>2009-06-26T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:53:43.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sister's Keeper</title><content type='html'>So this summer my all time top favorite book got changed into a movie. I am not even kidding you when I say that the moment I found out I started counting down the days until it came out. Today was the first day it was out and so I went to go see it. I was super excited and made all of the girls at work read the book so that we could see it together. So today it is finally here. We all get to the theater and buy out tickets. Not joking I was so restless during the previews because I was so happy. It was beautifully made. I cried throughout almost the whole thing and it was spot on to the book. Then all of a sudden it comes to the end aka my all time favorite part of the book and you will never guess what happened &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THOSE JERKS CHANGED THE ENDING TO THE PERFECT STORY!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;Excuse me but how in the heck can you justify that? Jodi Picoult, hello did you know that your book was going to be butchered on screen like this? Did you know that they would take the think that I love the most about your stories, the surprise twist at the end and delete it. They made the movie so predicatable. Of course the girl with cancer dies. NOT NOT NOT. She was supposed to live. Why did you kill off the wrong person? How could you do this to me? I am not even joking right now I am shaking with anger. The change that occured in the movie was irresponsible. I am so so upset right now. All I want is my money and time back. I wish that this had never been made into a movie because they changed one of the most important parts of the book. IDIOTS. I am so angry. Angry ANGRY. I am mad. Why? I just do not understand. Seriously DO NOT SPEND YOUR MONEY ON THIS PIECE OF SHIT MOVIE. Seriously that was the worst moment ever!!!! I am so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.Y.I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE ENDING WAS PERFECT IN THE BOOK THERE WAS NO NO NO REASON TO CHANGE IT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8094497930238756314?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8094497930238756314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8094497930238756314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8094497930238756314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8094497930238756314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7268663516229262847</id><published>2009-06-02T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:11:41.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Is Complete</title><content type='html'>Now I know that usually I do not post during the summer but I just must do it today. My very favorite website which has not been updated since Christmas is now UPDATED! I seriously want to cry I am so excited. This website has lists of random questions. You may remember me answering these in the past and I think I will answer them today as a special treat for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name the most terrifying moment of       your life so far.&lt;br /&gt;                When I was scared.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you wanted to look very sexy, how       would you dress?&lt;br /&gt;                Like normal hahaha I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What famous person do other people       tell you that you most resemble?&lt;br /&gt;                No one hahaha&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the strangest thing you’ve       ever eaten?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could bring one character to       life from your favorite book, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;                EDWARD CULLEN PLEASE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you believe honesty is the best       policy?&lt;br /&gt;                Actually no. Sometimes I think it is ok to keep little things to yourself especially if it will hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What vegetable do you most resemble?&lt;br /&gt;                Um... Cucumber because I am cool as a cucumber bahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What dead person would you least       want to be haunted by?&lt;br /&gt;                All of them... why would you want to be haunted?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who would you most like to be stuck       in an elevator with? Least like?&lt;br /&gt;                Most that's easy Robert Pattinson. Least... hmmm... I am not sure. Perez Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What do you think Victoria’s secret is?&lt;br /&gt;                I have no idea also I do not really care&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which cartoon character do you       resemble the most?&lt;br /&gt;                What? I am not sure. Perhaps Dora because I am a little Spanglish sometimes hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you rather go a week without bathing, but be able to change your clothes, or a week without a change of clothes, but be able to bathe?&lt;br /&gt;                A week without bathing. I have done it before when I was sick. Not all that bad&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which of the four seasons do you       most anticipate?&lt;br /&gt;                SUMMER!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can choose your method of dying       and the place in which you will die. Where would you like to die and how?&lt;br /&gt;                I would like to die like the couple in the notebook.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can choose your last meal. What       will the menu consist of?&lt;br /&gt;                Mexican Food or Chinese Food... wait BOTH!!!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you had to be trapped in a TV       show for a month, which show would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;                LITTLE PEOPLE BIG WORLD!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;List 5 people you know. Then       describe each of them in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;                Kristine- Hilarious, Marie- Brillant, Tatiana- Silly, Ian- Genius, Mom- Lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can select one person from history and ask them a question to which they must give a thruthful reply. Whom would you select, and what question would you ask?&lt;br /&gt;                I would ask hmm so many good ones I cannot choose one at all.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you joined the circus, what act       would you most want to perform?&lt;br /&gt;                I would want to do tricks with the tiger.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You discover that your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mix-up at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to correct the mistake?&lt;br /&gt;                Wow this is a tough one. Of course you would want your biological child because that one is "yours" but you have a special bond with the fake one... I would want the real one.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to become extremely ugly physically if it meant you would live for 1,000 years at any physical age you chose?&lt;br /&gt;                Nope hahaha why would you want to live that long? Ok but yes if Edward Cullen was going to be with me&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to commit       perjury in court for a close friend? What if your lie would save his life?&lt;br /&gt;                I would not lie but if it would save his life I would. I think the death penalty is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to eat a bowl       of live crickets for $40,000?&lt;br /&gt;                No way in hell&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to give up sex for five years if you could have wonderfully sensual and erotic dreams whenever you wished?&lt;br /&gt;                No?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to give up sex for one year if you knew it would give you a much deeper sense of peace than you have now?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;            &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Group 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could have anyone locked in a room so that you could torment them for a day, whom would you choose, and how would you torment them?&lt;br /&gt;                I like this one. I would pick Rob Pattinson and I would make him help me with my guitar skills. I need to play a little more.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you feel that children should be       sheltered from unhappiness?&lt;br /&gt;                No I think that you have to experience unhappiness to appreciate your life.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The children living next door are being horribly abused by their parents. The only way to stop the abuse is to adopt the children and care for them in your home. Would you?&lt;br /&gt;                Of course. I love kids also why would you not do that? It would be selfish&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could have personally       witnessed one event in history, what would you want to have seen?&lt;br /&gt;                I would have liked to see wow this is hard. Um the Titanic set sail. I would not want to be on it.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What rights should the father have       if his unmarried girlfriend wants an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;                I think that he should have equal rights because the kids is half his and would not exist without him&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assuming that complete recovery were instantaneous, would you be willing to accept a year of total paralysis below the neck to prevent the otherwise certain extinction of a species of animal?&lt;br /&gt;                Yes. Am I insane?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to have horrible nightmares every night for a year if you would be rewarded with extraordinary wealth?&lt;br /&gt;                No. I get scared really easily and I would hate that. Hate it. Well on second thought maybe&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you be willing to reduce your       life expectancy by 5 years to become extremely attractive? 10 years? 15       years?&lt;br /&gt;                No. not at all&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you enjoy spending a month of solitude in a beautiful natural setting? Food and shelter would be provided but you would not see another person.&lt;br /&gt;                Yes I think that would be really fun. I would totally want to do that. It would be such a fun and freeing experience... I think.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you generally be overdressed       or underdressed at a party?&lt;br /&gt;                I would be overdressed.. no probably underdressed&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could wake up tomorrow in the       body of someone else currently living, would you do so? Whom would you       pick?&lt;br /&gt;                I would. I would want to be my dog hahaha kiddding. not sure&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you have one of your fingers       surgically removed if it guaranteed immunity from all major diseases?&lt;br /&gt;                No&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever been sexually attracted to a family member or a person of an inappropriate age? How did you deal with it?&lt;br /&gt;                What a family memeber? NO. A person of an inappropriate age? Hmm well in fifth grade I had a crush on my male spanish teacher. I did nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever returned an item to a       store for a refund after having used it?&lt;br /&gt;                Nope&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you like to have a child much       more intelligent and attractive than yourself?&lt;br /&gt;                Yes. Doesn't everyone want children to be better than they are?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could have one superpower,       which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;                YES!! I would want to be a vampire. bahaha kidding (not) but I would want the power to be invisable.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was the most recent movie that       made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;                Into the Wild. I seriously balled my eyes out&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can cast any actor no longer       alive to play you in a film about your life. Whom would you cast in the       role?&lt;br /&gt;                ? No idea?&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can cast any actor now alive to       play you in a film about your life. Whom would you cast in the role?&lt;br /&gt;                Kristen Stewart. I think she is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you could be any age again for       one week, what age would you be?&lt;br /&gt;                I would want to be 17. Kidding I have no idea I just picked a random age&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7268663516229262847?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7268663516229262847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7268663516229262847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7268663516229262847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7268663516229262847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-is-complete.html' title='My Life Is Complete'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7414047448015744073</id><published>2009-05-10T11:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:19:47.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal For SUMMER</title><content type='html'>So this summer I want to focus on reading because I love to read and I am sad to say that I only read ONE book all of last summer and that is simply pathetic. I have compiled a list of books that I plan to read over the summer in this order. Some of them I have read before and some of them I was supposed to read during high school and didn't but I really love to read and I am going to try to read as many of these books as I can over the summer so here we go. Here is the list!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt; by J.D. Salinger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs of the Humpback Whale&lt;/span&gt; by Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catch-22&lt;/span&gt; by Joseph Heller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harvesting the Heart by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mercy by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Giver by Lois Lowry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plain Truth by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salem Falls by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perfect Match by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second Glance by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life of Pi by Yann Martel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vanishing Acts by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight by Stephanie Meyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Moon by Stephanie Meyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eclipse by Stephanie Meyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winnie the Pooh by AA Mine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;OK so the list is like 140 books and stuff but I do not feel like typing them all out right now. Also I realized that I will not be able to read everything over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7414047448015744073?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7414047448015744073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7414047448015744073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7414047448015744073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7414047448015744073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/goal-for-summer.html' title='Goal For SUMMER'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5732267118621299199</id><published>2009-05-09T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T20:35:56.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>So today my dad and little sister came to help me move most of my stuff out so that next Thursday I can just grab my stuff and run right out of there. Well now my room is really empty and sort of depressing. Last year I know that I was really excited to move out and go home but this year I think that I am a little thankful that I will be heading right back here for summer school. I am certain that on Sunday when I have to drive back I will not be thinking the same thing. But right now I am not really ready to leave. This is because I am enjoying myself so much at the elementary school that I am working at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok my room is so so white and boring without anything on the walls and without my bed lofted it feels so so small and weird. Also I have nothing in like any of the drawers or the closet. SO weird. So now I feel weird like I have nothing to do even though i have a list about 3 miles long. Yes that is actually how long it is. Also i just noticed that this is a really boring post. I am sort of ashamed. I have not really sad anything worthwhile this past month and I am sorry to let you down. Maybe I should just pack it up early for summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5732267118621299199?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5732267118621299199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5732267118621299199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5732267118621299199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5732267118621299199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4234767577901484192</id><published>2009-05-05T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:34:00.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Out</title><content type='html'>Ok so I move out not this Thursday but the following and I am now beginning to become a little intimidated by this big task. It will only be my mom and I moving my stuff and that means that I will be hauling everything to the car. ICK. Also I have to take my loft down by Thursday so I have to con my roommate into helping me and FYI our room is full of stuff ever since her friends returned the futon. Oh also the futon has a weird and nasty odor. It is really gross. I refuse to sit on it because who knows what went down on that. I am trying to convince someone in my family to come up this weekend so that I can move most of my stuff out. If this happens I can just keep like a suitcase full of stuff with just the essentials. I really am hoping and praying that the plan works out becuase if I have to haul all of my stuff to the car it will take at least a year to move out. I would not like that at all. In fact I think that I would hate it. Also my roommate better help me take down my loft because if she doesn't then I will not be able to really do it on my own and they have to be down on Friday. I hope that she feels sorry for me since I sort of have no friends. She better not pull the diva bitch thing. That would just piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been watching College Life on MTV. Can I just please announce that I LOVE THAT SHOW? Ok so that kid that got the tattoo Jordan I think his name is. I think that you are an idiot. I think that your parents have every right to come and get you from school. Kevin the one that drinks all the time. You are also an idiot. Why are you throwing away your future and why are you not taking anything seriously? IDIOT. If you have not started watching this show yet you need to start. It is possibly the worst/best thing that I have ever seen. Also when I am watching this I thank God that my freshman year of college was not filmed and turned into a reality show. I love the girl who quit becuase it was effecting her grades. I admire her for that.&lt;br /&gt;Also Cinco de Mayo is not Mexico's independence day. I hate when people say that as they ignorantly celebrate with Tequila and tacos. Seriously get it right... although I would really like some Margaritas right about now. bahahaha but seriously that sounds so tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4234767577901484192?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4234767577901484192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4234767577901484192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4234767577901484192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4234767577901484192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/moving-out.html' title='Moving Out'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8974922235449456102</id><published>2009-05-03T08:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T09:02:08.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK</title><content type='html'>So sorry about not posting a lot last week. Last week was a very busy and weird week. This week is my 2nd last week of school. I am so excited it is not even funny. This entire weekend I have just been relaxing only today I need to work on stuff all day. Tomorrow is the first time that I am teaching a lesson that I made and I am really nervous. On top of that I am also being observed on Monday. Seriously I have no idea why she had to observe me on my first day. I think that is a little cruel. I just hope that everything goes well. If not I could really care less at this point. All I want is for it to be summer.&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend my stupid roommate stayed here and she is driving me insane because she is such an idiot. I seriously cannot wait until we are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8974922235449456102?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8974922235449456102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8974922235449456102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8974922235449456102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8974922235449456102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8953457706536896318</id><published>2009-04-27T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:26:40.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Let Natasha Think About Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If You Let Natasha Think About Summer&lt;br /&gt;Written By: Natasha&lt;br /&gt;Illustrated by: Whatever came up on google images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let Natasha think about summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.doscrackers.com/every_picture_available/d/2111-2/SUNNY-DAY-800X600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.doscrackers.com/every_picture_available/d/2111-2/SUNNY-DAY-800X600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's going to ask for upbeat music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techshout.com/images/ipod-dancing-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 177px;" src="http://www.techshout.com/images/ipod-dancing-girl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you giver her upbeat music,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.getafreelancer.com/project/85232/blue_ipod_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 224px;" src="http://data.getafreelancer.com/project/85232/blue_ipod_man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll probably ask for another song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/tools/podcasts/images/itunes_song_of_the_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://minnesota.publicradio.org/tools/podcasts/images/itunes_song_of_the_day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she's finished, she'll ask for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.phillyburbs.com/news/bct/wp-content/blogs.dir/3/files/2008/06/0620_Ice_Cream.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px; height: 300px;" src="http://blogs.phillyburbs.com/news/bct/wp-content/blogs.dir/3/files/2008/06/0620_Ice_Cream.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she'll want to look outside to see the nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://skinshop.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sunny-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 480px;" src="http://skinshop.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/sunny-day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she looks outside she might notice the window is dirty. So she'll probably ask for Windex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/14/c8/72/dirty-window-and-peeling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 412px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/14/c8/72/dirty-window-and-peeling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she's finished cleaning the window, she'll want a broom to sweep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tascoenterprises.com/photos/SidewalkBroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 594px; height: 782px;" src="http://www.tascoenterprises.com/photos/SidewalkBroom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll start sweeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might even get carried away and sweep the whole house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/741/175814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 438px;" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/741/175814.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She may even end up washing the floors as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/25700/25705/wash_floor_25705_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 575px; height: 700px;" src="http://etc.usf.edu/clipart/25700/25705/wash_floor_25705_lg.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she's done, she'll probably want a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2007/10/071027172903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.sciencedaily.com/images/2007/10/071027172903.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You'll have to fix up a bed for her with a blanket and a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://houseworksfurniture.com/catalog/images/newton%20bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 321px;" src="http://houseworksfurniture.com/catalog/images/newton%20bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll crawl in, make herself comfortable and fluff the pillow a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fotosa.ru/stock_photo/Fancy%20by%20Veer/p_2859803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 580px;" src="http://fotosa.ru/stock_photo/Fancy%20by%20Veer/p_2859803.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll probably want you to sing her a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.winningworship.com/images/man_singingPlayingGuitar_396x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.winningworship.com/images/man_singingPlayingGuitar_396x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you'll sing to her with your guitar and she'll ask to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mattsmusiclessons.com/images/singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.mattsmusiclessons.com/images/singing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she sings along she'll get so excited she'll want to play her guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll play her guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://plus.maths.org/issue35/features/rosenthal/playing_guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 375px;" src="http://plus.maths.org/issue35/features/rosenthal/playing_guitar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the song is finished, you'll want her autograph, in pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thedailyplanner.com/images/Artista-RB-pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.thedailyplanner.com/images/Artista-RB-pen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then she'll want to hang her autograph on the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means she'll need scotch tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/106977/2/istockphoto_106977_scanned_object_roll_of_scotch_tape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 307px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/106977/2/istockphoto_106977_scanned_object_roll_of_scotch_tape.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She'll hang her autograph and she'll stand back to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.ebayimg.com/03/i/001/08/7d/deaa_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://i8.ebayimg.com/03/i/001/08/7d/deaa_1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking at the window will remind her that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.donegalcottageholidays.com/clontallagh/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.donegalcottageholidays.com/clontallagh/window.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.laughparty.com/funny-pictures/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 554px;" src="http://www.laughparty.com/funny-pictures/Bored-Baby-1284.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's going to ask for some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And chances are if she asks for music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jdfrey.files.wordpress.com/2006/11/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 500px;" src="http://jdfrey.files.wordpress.com/2006/11/ipod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's going to want summer vacation to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.purcellfamily.us/blog/UserFiles/image/Summer-sun-Poster-C10277796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.purcellfamily.us/blog/UserFiles/image/Summer-sun-Poster-C10277796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are an idiot or live under a rock this is a new version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If You Give A Mouse A Cookie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8953457706536896318?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8953457706536896318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8953457706536896318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8953457706536896318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8953457706536896318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-over-yet.html' title='If You Let Natasha Think About Summer'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-456429037421514159</id><published>2009-04-26T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:50:22.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining It's Pooring The Old Man Is Snoring</title><content type='html'>I wish that I were like that old man and that I was snoring. This would be ideal. I wish that it were really hardcore thunderstorming out and that I was in bed listening to the rain and sleeping. I also wish that I could have a week off. Sadly none of these things are going to happen. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-456429037421514159?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/456429037421514159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=456429037421514159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/456429037421514159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/456429037421514159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-raining-its-pooring-old-man-is.html' title='It&apos;s Raining It&apos;s Pooring The Old Man Is Snoring'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-2255648361259532194</id><published>2009-04-25T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:35:47.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang</title><content type='html'>So I had a whole nice and quiet week to myself and LOVED it. I was also looking forward to a nice Saturday night alone but then someone returned with her mom. So here I am sitting in my room in my pajamas still and I hear a knock at the door. I open it and it is Leah and her mom. Wohoo. My whole side of the room is disgustingly dirty. I have an empty subway cup on my dresser. The trash is overflowing because I was not going to take it out until tomorrow and I look like complete crap. And then her mom looked at my side and looked me up and down and it was so awkward and I felt really bad because usually I am not that messy at all. On a positive note I only have to deal with that girl for another 3 weeks. That is not that bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-2255648361259532194?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2255648361259532194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=2255648361259532194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/2255648361259532194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/2255648361259532194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/dang.html' title='Dang'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5322176916198121187</id><published>2009-04-25T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:58:25.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristine!!!</title><content type='html'>So here is my response to &lt;a href="http://run-neon-tiger.blogspot.com/2009/04/googs-me-people.html"&gt;Kristine's post&lt;/a&gt;... YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha needs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be an only child&lt;br /&gt;to breakup with that slumbag of a boyfriend she has&lt;br /&gt;to make up her mind&lt;br /&gt;$600 to start the donor search&lt;br /&gt;a foster home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha looks like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;br /&gt;a dude&lt;br /&gt;her mother at the same age&lt;br /&gt;Ginger from Chicken Run&lt;br /&gt;she has done this before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha wants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to carry on dancing&lt;br /&gt;everyone to know she is engaged to Justin&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;br /&gt;to be successful with music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natasha likes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping fit with swimming, running, and pilates&lt;br /&gt;nothing better than whipping her top off&lt;br /&gt;flowers&lt;br /&gt;ham&lt;br /&gt;it normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these are ridiculously funny. I hope that you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5322176916198121187?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5322176916198121187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5322176916198121187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5322176916198121187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5322176916198121187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/kristine.html' title='Kristine!!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7810354268949210238</id><published>2009-04-23T19:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:49:52.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please God Let This Be True!</title><content type='html'>Kevin Jonas was &lt;a href="http://www.oceanup.com/2009/04/kevin-jonas-dancing-on-tables.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dancing on the tables at some club!! Please that is almost normal behavior. I hope someone has pictures and that he was totally wasted!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;This better be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7810354268949210238?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7810354268949210238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7810354268949210238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7810354268949210238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7810354268949210238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/please-god-let-this-be-true.html' title='Please God Let This Be True!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1895383408596428767</id><published>2009-04-21T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:15:17.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S    L    O    W</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geardiary.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/aol-guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.geardiary.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/aol-guy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet is very slow here today and I feel like I have been thrown back into those awful days when we had AOL dial up at my house. I seriously think that I waited hours for that yellow man to finally connect me to the internet only to realize that my mom had changed my privacy settings so that all I could do was check my e-mail and the weather. Gah those privacy settings were annoying. I just wanted to play games online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today was an interesting day. I learned that the last day we are at the elementary school the boys and girls are dividing up by gender and getting a little talk about their changing bodies. When I found this out I immediately became very uncomfortable. I remember those talks a little too well. They were always awkward and the person talking always pointed out all of the adults in the room who had their period. Now I am one of those adults and I really do not want to be pointed out in the little talk. I think that I am going to share how the talks went when I was little because they are hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Grade:&lt;br /&gt;We were the only 3rd grade class to ever get the talk. I am not sure why we got it. So the lady told us about our period and then we each got a bag with a pad and a little deodorant and then she lectured to us about how fortunate we are to live in a country that has pads because it is not like that everywhere. In some countries women have to go into a hut when it is their time of the month and they bleed onto woven mats. EWWW WTF why did she feel the need to share that with us? I have no idea but I totally remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Grade:&lt;br /&gt;We had some weird old lady come to give us the talk. She made us all stand up and we made a triangle out of our hands. We then made the triangle sit on our belly buttons and point upward. "Now girls a lot of changes will happen up here. You will get BOOBS" she screamed this at us totally excited. I thought it was weird and wanted to run from the room. Then we had to point our triangle down and she told us "now things are going to happen down here too. You are going to get your period!!!" this was also said with the same enthusiasm as before and it really freaked me out. I hated that talk. The lady was way too energetic. She also was like throwing pads and tampons into the air and letting them "rain down on us." she said that was a right of passage. Now I am not certain but I can pretty much assume that my fourth grade class is the only class who has ever had this special right of passage. bahahah that one was a loon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Grade:&lt;br /&gt;This is weird because I know that we got the talk in fifth grade but it was so normal in comparison to the other two that there is really nothing to say. Except it was once again awkward as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is I hated these talks when I was younger and I am pretty sure that I will not find a new appreciation for them but I sort of am looking forward to laughing to myself as these girls are put into this awkward talk for the first time hahahaha  I am pretty sure that this talk is a right of passage and that pads and tampons raining down on you is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1895383408596428767?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1895383408596428767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1895383408596428767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1895383408596428767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1895383408596428767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/s-l-o-w.html' title='S    L    O    W'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5219156069318160592</id><published>2009-04-20T19:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:01:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor Recess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://child-injury-attorney.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/20050131-friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://child-injury-attorney.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/20050131-friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today it was rainy and there was indoor recess. Now when I had indoor recess we would quietly sit and talk or play the various board games that were in the room. Our teacher always sat quietly grading papers or reading a book. This is not so today. Today there was indoor recess at our school and it was complete chaos. Kids were running around in the room and throwing bouncy balls everywhere. I thought I was losing my mind. Also the teacher said that they were really well behaved today but that the more they stay in for recess the naughtier they get. I really hope that they do not have to stay inside for much longer because I cannot  imagine them getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5219156069318160592?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5219156069318160592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5219156069318160592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5219156069318160592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5219156069318160592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/indoor-recess.html' title='Indoor Recess'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6780742637944532922</id><published>2009-04-19T19:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:40:45.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow Wow</title><content type='html'>So this weekend is already over and I cannot even believe it. What did I do this weekened. Umm well I read this fascinating book about the history of Wisconsin. Yeah that was not so great. I also played around on photobooth for about an hour today. My roommate is not even back yet!! What else? Oh I saw 17 again and I really liked it. Also I feel like I forgot how hot Zac Efron was and then I saw him on that big screen and I was like Omg you really are hot. Now I remember why I had a poster of you in my bedroom last year. I also slept a lot and caught up on all of my sleep. I am not even tired anymore. Also I am super energized and excited for this week. I love being a teacher (even if I sort of am a fake teacher hahaha) On Thursday our class is planting a tree. And lots of people will be there. Maybe even TV crews. That should be really exciting! I might be on TV for planting a tree with a bunch of fourth graders hahaha. Well tomorrow on the lesson plans it says: create a poem, rap, song, picture etc. about Earth Day" I for one am very excited for this. Also I am praying so hard that one of my students creates a rap. I would really like to see that. In fact when I was in fourth grade my class and I rapped the states and capitals. Yup we were that cool. HAHAHA I wish someone I knew had that on video so that I could show you. I am pretty sure that it is HILARIOUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I hope you had an amazing weekend like I did&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6780742637944532922?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6780742637944532922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6780742637944532922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6780742637944532922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6780742637944532922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-wow.html' title='Wow Wow'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8212036744277149101</id><published>2009-04-16T19:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:20:05.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I FINALLY HAVE A FUNNY STORY!</title><content type='html'>So I am so excited because something funny finally happened to me. So here it is my first funny story in a very long time!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was on my way back to school with Sallie and Elizabeth. We were at a local elementary school. So we are almost back to campus and we stop at a light and next to us a car full of high school boys pull up and none of them are wearing shirts. They all are unrolling their windows and staring and they are trying to get us to unroll ours. We were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; stop staring this is awkward. Then Sallie decided to unroll her window and ask them why they were not wearing shirts. They told us it was because they were so hot. They also showed us that they had packets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aide and they were all holding up their cell phones and asking for our numbers. Elizabeth was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; see I have one too. Then the light turned green and we drove away. Then the next light was red but they ended up several cars away from us this time. Then all of a sudden one of them was knocking on the window of our car and throwing a paper towel in with all of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; numbers and saying that if we ever want to have a good time we should call them. We were laughing so hard. When we looked at the paper towel we noticed that there were like pieces of gum stuck in it too. It was nasty. Also boys you could have at least ripped out the gum. That was disgusting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8212036744277149101?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8212036744277149101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8212036744277149101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8212036744277149101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8212036744277149101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-have-funny-story.html' title='I FINALLY HAVE A FUNNY STORY!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4574057887027730033</id><published>2009-04-15T17:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:25:45.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Song of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/gohawaii/1/0/N/K/4/poipu_beach_park_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 721px; height: 381px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/gohawaii/1/0/N/K/4/poipu_beach_park_001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know that it is not summer but that is sort of all I can think about so here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDj8T0GItio"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and Summertime-- Faith Hill &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you love it because I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4574057887027730033?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4574057887027730033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4574057887027730033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4574057887027730033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4574057887027730033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-song-of-summer.html' title='My Song of Summer'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-192377270863930211</id><published>2009-04-14T17:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:51:21.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED</title><content type='html'>Well I am officially super bored. Because I have no classes now I have nothing to do. So I am bored and I check my twitter like 80 times a minute and I have nothing to do. This is really unfortunate. I do not handle myself well when I am given large amounts of nothing. I have no idea what to do. I seriously am considering getting out my finger paint and creating a masterpiece... but that seems really messy. What should I do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-192377270863930211?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/192377270863930211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=192377270863930211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/192377270863930211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/192377270863930211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html' title='BORED'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3439056744761187342</id><published>2009-04-13T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:36:55.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know, I Know</title><content type='html'>I know that it was my goal to blog daily during the month of April but that did not work out because I was in the middle of nowhere and had no access to the Internet. So sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you had a really great Easter. Mine was good. There was a really hot guy in church on Easter so I could just watch him the whole mass. I mean I was paying attention but there was just a little bonus there! The Easter Bunny only brought us one basket and it had really gross candy inside so that was sort of a let down. Also I think that this is the last year that the Easter Bunny will ever be visiting us so that is also sort of sad. I really hope that Santa never stops because I have been working very hard to be on the nice list this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year we went to Easter at my Aunt's house and it was majorly awkward. It always is awkward whenever we go to my dad's side for holidays because my family does not really fit in at all. So I am used to not fitting in but it is always a little weird when you do not fit in with your own family. Ok so this is why we do not fit in because I know that you are wondering. Oh I should warn you it is sort of a long story. So my dad was the only kid in his family to go to college and get a degree. Then after that he moved away from home (the only one to do so) also he moved to Milwaukee (big evil city) so that was a no no. Then he married my mom, who at times can be a little stuck up but she is really loud and opinionated. So she fits in fine with the rest of the family but sometimes she makes them made with her conservative ideas. So then my dad never moved back home and then when my mom and dad had kids. We all went to private schools. None of my cousins went to private schools. Well except for one but he turned out sort of messed up so it does not count. So then they think that we are really rich and sort of snobby. Not the case at all. I myself am a really poor college student. Also I am super nice and not snobby at all. Well because we did not live up by everyone else we only visit 4-5 times a year. My cousins and Aunts and Uncles go to my Grandma and Grandpa's house every weekend. So they all know each other really well and we do not. Also no one in my family has ever done drugs... all of my cousins have. So that makes us those good kids who are like the teacher's pet. AWKWARD Wow the phone rang and now I lost my grove of spilling my guts hahahaha ok ok so yeah. It is weird. Also none of my cousins really went to college either and both my brother and I are. (I am sure my younger two siblings will too but they are not there yet) Well I guess my cousin Zach went to college and failed out his first semester and now just lives in the frat house and smokes pot. WEIRD I also saw him this weekend and he looked like a total creep. He had a moustace and really long (longer than mine) hair. It was weird. Also my cousin Jeremy went to college and he is now a hall director for some dorm at a college in North Carolina. So that is 1.25 of my cousins that went to college out of about 40 so not that great. Yup so it was super awkward this weekend. So I basically just sat and talked to my sister the whole time and wished that I was at home.  Also the whole time we were there my cousin's girlfriend kept glaring at us and I wanted to be like that is rude so knock it off, but as I said earlier I am polite so I did not say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty good Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want I can tell you some awkward/weird stories too. I just got sick of writing about it bahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3439056744761187342?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3439056744761187342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3439056744761187342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3439056744761187342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3439056744761187342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know, I Know'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1151321233959147877</id><published>2009-04-08T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:31:43.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness</title><content type='html'>What Up?&lt;br /&gt;I am so psyched for Easter break. So SO SO excited. This is a much needed break even though I just had Spring Break. Also this will probably be my last post until I get back to school. Sorry it is such a super awful one. I now have to finish cleaning and packing for tomorrow. I am so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1151321233959147877?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1151321233959147877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1151321233959147877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1151321233959147877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1151321233959147877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodness.html' title='Goodness'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5700266418347215190</id><published>2009-04-07T17:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:06:23.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/Sdvb76EoNbI/AAAAAAAAANs/bz99qjxAE7Q/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/Sdvb76EoNbI/AAAAAAAAANs/bz99qjxAE7Q/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322089206915806642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had no classes but that does not mean that I did not have anything to do. I had so much work to do. In fact, instead of relaxing I was totally stressed out all day hacking away at my to do list. I did get pretty far but even so it was exhausting. I sort of wish that I could go to bed but I have to stay awake. I am sitting up in my bed doing work right now. My roommate thinks that it is weird that I work in my bed all the time. Actually you might be thinking that too right now but I will explain why. We no longer have a futon in our room so the only other place I can sit is in my awful not at all comfortable desk chair. I have been sitting in that all day and I want something a little more comfy. Also from my bed I have a really nice view of campus and can do some people watching. If there is anything in this world that I love it is people watching. That picture is my view right now. But I can see everyone really well. Right now lots of groups of people are walking to dinner and two boys are walking down the path eating ice cream. It is also sort of chill and peaceful watching all these people. I sort of love it. Also I get a lot of good ideas for blogs up here. BAHAHAHAHA kidding I have not had a good blog idea or topic in quite some time. Well enjoy your day and do some people watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5700266418347215190?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5700266418347215190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5700266418347215190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5700266418347215190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5700266418347215190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/Sdvb76EoNbI/AAAAAAAAANs/bz99qjxAE7Q/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-575877708364364321</id><published>2009-04-06T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:25:36.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's My Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dryicons.com/files/graphics_previews/happy_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 453px;" src="http://dryicons.com/files/graphics_previews/happy_birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is this blog's first brithday!!! Can you believe it has already been a year since I started this thing to ramble about my boring life. So my question for you is what are your top 5 posts that I have done? I will give you mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha's Top Five Posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 11, 2008-- If All The Raindrops Were Lemondrops and Gumdrops...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 23, 2008-- The Tale of the Burned Out Lightbulb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 25, 2008-- Hang In There&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;July 4, 2008-- The Wags Have a Sven!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;December 3, 2008-- Here Is Your Vocabulary List&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March 23, 2009-- I May Have A Stalker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that list turned out to be 6 but I did not want to eliminate one and hurt its feelings so I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-575877708364364321?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/575877708364364321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=575877708364364321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/575877708364364321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/575877708364364321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s My Birthday'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6737865819547579097</id><published>2009-04-05T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T16:33:47.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.prairiefirenewspaper.com/files/spring-creek-prairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.prairiefirenewspaper.com/files/spring-creek-prairie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I love spring. Today I opened the windows in my room and let the air cleanse it. It was lovely. Today I also watched the movie Jesus Camp and it really made me mad. Seriously if you are like those people I want you to comment and tell me so that I can understand you. Right now I do not understand you at all. Also I watched Knocked Up and I loved it. So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well get outside and enjoy this beautiful Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6737865819547579097?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6737865819547579097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6737865819547579097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6737865819547579097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6737865819547579097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-2882727773254899289</id><published>2009-04-04T16:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:32:24.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Day</title><content type='html'>So yesterday my roommate left for the weekend. Like she does every weekend. I of course just sat in my room last night enjoying the silence and planning out all of the work I would get done over the weekend. So today I was enjoying watching Twilight for the 3rd time. When I heard someone that sounded like my roommate. I ran to the peephole and it was her. I then had to open the door for her because she couldn't. At least that is what she said. I saw no reason why she would not be able to turn the handle and push it open. Anyways so now my perfect weekend of silence is over and I have to deal with this annoying brat. Also I love weekends by myself because she is annoying and you just sort of need some time away. Well now no time away. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2&lt;br /&gt;So my family is not picking me up for Easter. My mom has decided that I can just stay at school and hang out until they come up Friday night. The only problem is that I am done with school on Thursday at 11:00 in the morning so... I am going to be bored. Also we are not going to have Easter at our house like we always do. We are instead going to Easter with my dad's family. I just want to return to the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-2882727773254899289?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2882727773254899289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=2882727773254899289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/2882727773254899289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/2882727773254899289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-my-day.html' title='Not My Day'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8370862381516466666</id><published>2009-04-03T19:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:48:58.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>All I have to say is that Easter Break cannot come fast enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8370862381516466666?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8370862381516466666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8370862381516466666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8370862381516466666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8370862381516466666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5669086621729153832</id><published>2009-04-02T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:44:30.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>So for real why is it not summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5669086621729153832?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5669086621729153832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5669086621729153832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5669086621729153832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5669086621729153832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8165880594623621475</id><published>2009-04-01T10:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:42:27.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April!!</title><content type='html'>So today is April 1!!! That means that I am going to now have the goal of blogging everyday in April. I set this goal every month but i feel like i can do it now. (hahaha I always say that) So I am going to go and check my mail in a few and my twilight DVD should be here. I am then going to spend hours watching it and then start my large pile of homework that I should be doing right now. Oh yeah I forgot to share that there are no classes today. So I am not not not skipping. Ok? Relax. Breathe I am a good student for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know how sometimes like in newspapers there is a this day in history sort of deal? Well I have one of those for you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day in history in 2008&lt;br /&gt;Natasha woke up and got out of bed. Laurie was sitting at her desk. She had a HUGE smile on her face and turned to me and said. Did you hear? I was thinking I just got up so what the hell no I did not hear whatever you are going to tell me. So then she says The Jonas Brother's canceled their tour. Now she knew how excited I was about this so I was like what. Also I was still a little asleep and so I was processing things a little slower than normal. So then I sat down at my desk and was about to google it when I was like is this an April Fools Day joke? she told me that yes it was and burst out laughing like a little kid who had just told the world's worst (but best to them) knock- knock joke. I just rolled my eyes and was like you are a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8165880594623621475?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8165880594623621475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8165880594623621475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8165880594623621475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8165880594623621475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/04/april.html' title='April!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3688461184114765947</id><published>2009-03-31T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:21:58.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://r-word.org/"&gt;Seriously&lt;/a&gt;  This is something that is really important. I pledged. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3688461184114765947?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3688461184114765947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3688461184114765947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3688461184114765947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3688461184114765947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/pledge.html' title='Pledge'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4755004741986457483</id><published>2009-03-31T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:54:34.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesamerowdycrowd.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/to-do-list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 374px;" src="http://thesamerowdycrowd.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/to-do-list.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may know I really like making lists so here is a list of everything that I still have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math/ Science Unit Plan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Math/Science 8 Lesson Outline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post class disabilities paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Literature building block&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;video diary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;research shows paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;technology building block&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fix social studies paper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fix social studies website&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;FUCK THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so over school. I just want to live my real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4755004741986457483?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4755004741986457483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4755004741986457483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4755004741986457483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4755004741986457483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5517911103435119967</id><published>2009-03-30T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:48:57.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;About me, just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've tried and tried to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;Going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind&lt;br /&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl?&lt;br /&gt;Are we just friends? Is there more? Is there more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, where this thing could go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've tried and tried to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;Going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, where this thing could go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've tried and tried to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;This crush ain't going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going away&lt;br /&gt;Going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;Going away-ay-ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw my crush today and "this crush ain't going away-ay-ay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5517911103435119967?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5517911103435119967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5517911103435119967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5517911103435119967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5517911103435119967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7710497414944642943</id><published>2009-03-29T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:09:52.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!!</title><content type='html'>So I have never blogged about twilight but my DVD just shipped and I am having a total fan moment. I AM SO EXCITED IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY. Now I really try to not be one of those annoying girls that everyone knows. You know the ones who talk about Edward Cullen like he is real and they act as if they were Bella. And they also relate everything in life to Twilight. I am not one of those girls and refuse to be. Those girls still piss me off even though I read all of the books and loved them.  They were good. Also the movie was good too. Robert Pattinson is hot but not the hottest guy in the world. OK every time I see or hear one of those obsessive girls *cough* my roommate *cough* I want to punch them in the face for their sheer stupidity and for the fact that they make everyone who reads Twilight look like a total idiot. So I am going to stop talking about Twilight now. I am also going to pretend that this post never happened and if you ask me about it I will deny it and lie straight to your face. Understand? I will not associate myself with those idiots even though I totally just had an idiot moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am back to normal and hate myself for getting so excited about something so not exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I regret confessing this to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7710497414944642943?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7710497414944642943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7710497414944642943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7710497414944642943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7710497414944642943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/gah.html' title='GAH!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6910479020664399288</id><published>2009-03-28T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:54:14.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>What the fuck. It is going to snow I am so over snow. SO OVER IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6910479020664399288?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6910479020664399288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6910479020664399288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6910479020664399288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6910479020664399288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5568167729454696455</id><published>2009-03-26T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:02:47.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the loveliest of all was the unicorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Unicorn Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;A long time ago, when          the Earth was green&lt;br /&gt;        There was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;        They'd run around free while the Earth was being born&lt;br /&gt;        And the loveliest of all was the unicorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was green            alligators and long-necked geese&lt;br /&gt;          Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees&lt;br /&gt;          Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born&lt;br /&gt;          The loveliest of all was the unicorn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lord seen some          sinning and it gave Him pain&lt;br /&gt;        And He says, "Stand back, I'm going to make it rain"&lt;br /&gt;        He says, "Hey Noah, I'll tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;        Build me a floating zoo,&lt;br /&gt;        and take some of those...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Green alligators            and long-necked geese&lt;br /&gt;          Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees&lt;br /&gt;          Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born&lt;br /&gt;          Don't you forget My unicorns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Old Noah was there          to answer the call&lt;br /&gt;        He finished up making the ark just as the rain started to fall&lt;br /&gt;        He marched the animals two by two&lt;br /&gt;        And he called out as they came through&lt;br /&gt;        Hey Lord, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got green alligators            and long-necked geese&lt;br /&gt;          Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees&lt;br /&gt;          Some cats and rats and elephants, but Lord, I'm so forlorn&lt;br /&gt;          I just can't find no unicorns" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;And Noah looked out          through the driving rain&lt;br /&gt;        Them unicorns were hiding, playing silly games&lt;br /&gt;        Kicking and splashing while the rain was falling&lt;br /&gt;        Oh, them silly unicorns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was green            alligators and long-necked geese&lt;br /&gt;          Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees&lt;br /&gt;          Noah cried, "Close the door because the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt;          And we just can't wait for no unicorns" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;The ark started moving,          it drifted with the tide&lt;br /&gt;        The unicorns looked up from the rocks and they cried&lt;br /&gt;        And the waters came down and sort of floated them away&lt;br /&gt;        That's why you never see unicorns to this very day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll see green            alligators and long-necked geese&lt;br /&gt;          Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees&lt;br /&gt;          Some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born&lt;br /&gt;          You're never gonna see no unicorns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[New Lyrics]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Now you might think this is the ending to the song,&lt;br /&gt;        But I'll have to tell you friends that in fact you're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        You see, Unicorns are magical, so when the rain started pouring,&lt;br /&gt;        They grew themselves some wings and they took to soaring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll            see green alligators and long-necked geese&lt;br /&gt;          Some humpty backed camels and some chimpanzees&lt;br /&gt;          But if you're looking for the unicorns, don't be forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;          The second star to the right and straight on until morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d331b0e6b445c4ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd331b0e6b445c4ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331613269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76CFC19001481A75ADE453A4429BC88CAC124180.92A7903A0DDD2F2C9C6C1370192763231A805FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd331b0e6b445c4ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnqGDyo_b2cX_4ckD3h9fE5XVvd4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd331b0e6b445c4ba%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331613269%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76CFC19001481A75ADE453A4429BC88CAC124180.92A7903A0DDD2F2C9C6C1370192763231A805FF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd331b0e6b445c4ba%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnqGDyo_b2cX_4ckD3h9fE5XVvd4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5568167729454696455?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d331b0e6b445c4ba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5568167729454696455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5568167729454696455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5568167729454696455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5568167729454696455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-loveliest-of-all-was-unicorn.html' title='And the loveliest of all was the unicorn'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1910072705986773319</id><published>2009-03-25T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:56:45.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AMANDA IS VISITING FRIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.vox.com/6a00cd9721fedb4cd500d09e69abc9be2b-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://a1.vox.com/6a00cd9721fedb4cd500d09e69abc9be2b-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my good friend Amanda is visiting on Friday and that is what is keeping me going right this very second. I do not know how else I could make it through this awful week without this light at the end of the tunnel. BAHHA I so hope that Amanda reads this. Actually maybe not... she might get a little weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1910072705986773319?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1910072705986773319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1910072705986773319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1910072705986773319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1910072705986773319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/amanda-is-visiting-friday.html' title='AMANDA IS VISITING FRIDAY'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4005305899975861075</id><published>2009-03-24T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:44:15.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my life again is back to the very boring routine of school. And I of course have nothing to day. I got a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Tosh_Tosh"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; again. Why? Probably because I am really bored. I linked it because I am ok with stalkers and it seems as if I cannot avoid them anyway hahaha. Ok gotta get back to work. I have a really long to do list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4005305899975861075?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4005305899975861075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4005305899975861075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4005305899975861075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4005305899975861075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-my-life-again-is-back-to-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5600701735513555009</id><published>2009-03-23T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T18:06:52.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I May Have a Stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flashaccessories.com/images/Samsung%20Blackjack%20Phone%20i607%20Cingular%20Unlocked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 522px;" src="http://www.flashaccessories.com/images/Samsung%20Blackjack%20Phone%20i607%20Cingular%20Unlocked.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon I was sitting in my room watching Desperate Housewives when all of a sudden my phone rings. I look at it and it says the number is withheld and that is what it always says when my younger brother calls. So I assumed that it was him and answered.&lt;br /&gt;CONVERSATION ONE&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;(static noises)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Hi is this Allison?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No this isn't&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Aww man then I must have dialed the number wrong sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No that is ok do not worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Well you sound a lot like Allison.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I can assure you that I am not Allison.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Bye&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok not all that awkward. But seriously I am not Allison even though I may sound like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I totally forgot about the weird phone call and went back to the show. Then 15 min later there is another call on my phone. This time the number was listed so I did not think about the previous caller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Aww man did I dial the same number again?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laughing) Yes&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok now trust me I am not a total dumbass and do not do this a lot so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok&lt;br /&gt;LONG AWKWARD PAUSE&lt;br /&gt;Boy: ...&lt;br /&gt;Just as he starts to say something I say goodbye because I thought it was weird that he was not talking.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bye&lt;br /&gt;Boy: um ok yeah Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWKWARD&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I really want to know what he was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so 20 min after that I get this text from the same number&lt;br /&gt;"Is ur face as beautiful as ur voice? :-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this a creep or someone playing a prank on me? Either way I do not like it at all. Cut it out it is weird and creeping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5600701735513555009?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5600701735513555009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5600701735513555009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5600701735513555009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5600701735513555009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-may-have-stalker.html' title='I May Have a Stalker'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6216736770864389460</id><published>2009-03-12T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:04:58.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.communitymx.com/content/source/8711A/shamrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.communitymx.com/content/source/8711A/shamrock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess who has no classes tomorrow. Me!!!! How lucky am I? My spring break starts early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6216736770864389460?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6216736770864389460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6216736770864389460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6216736770864389460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6216736770864389460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-luck_12.html' title='What Luck'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5152759342023423876</id><published>2009-03-11T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:39:25.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/46/41/miley-cyrus-nyc-advice.0.0.0x0.420x300.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 300px;" src="http://cm1.theinsider.com/media/0/46/41/miley-cyrus-nyc-advice.0.0.0x0.420x300.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miley Cyrus is always stuck on the two day countdown. Every time I see her she is counting 2. I wonder why she likes it so much. I love 2 because that is how many days there are until spring break!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5152759342023423876?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5152759342023423876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5152759342023423876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5152759342023423876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5152759342023423876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-days.html' title='2 Days'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1018204281070882313</id><published>2009-03-10T19:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:10:24.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natasha and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.planinstitute.ca/files/20051106165549-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 422px;" src="http://www.planinstitute.ca/files/20051106165549-alone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is what went down today. In a bulleted format for a more laid back, easy to read style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I woke up this morning at 7:00 and did not want to get out of bed because I was so sleepy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got out of bed and quickly got dressed in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packed my things and left my room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked outside and it was raining.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seriously considered going back to bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chose to go to class and kept walking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost fell on ice on several occasions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Considered going back to bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stepped in large puddle. Paused and kept going&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrived in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned that I have 2 lesson plans and a unit plan outline due on Friday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left Science and went to literature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learned that I have no literature class on Friday :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Social Studies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turned in m crappy awful first draft of my paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found out our final paper is due after spring break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had emotional breakdown when I saw how much I would have to do over spring break&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a 3.5 hour nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;woke up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in a semi better mood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My life still sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I think this might be my most depressing blog ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1018204281070882313?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1018204281070882313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1018204281070882313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1018204281070882313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1018204281070882313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/natasha-and-terrible-horrible-no-good.html' title='Natasha and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1167778317742275273</id><published>2009-03-08T15:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:16:07.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BONUS!</title><content type='html'>So there is a bonus blog today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is snowing really hard here. Like a blizzard. It is snowing so hard that I cannot even see to the tree about 10-ish feet from my window. There was also just a really big thunder sound. I hope this deters Leah's return because she will not be able to see and drive in the snow. But if she is driving I hope she is safe. (I am really not that mean of a person) Also I tried to take a picture of it for you but the screen of my window got in the way and it just turned out like a weird grid so sorry. Just imagine looking out and only seeing white. That is what it is like. CRAZY.... um is this a good enough reason to cancel classes for tomorrow? Probably not but I wish it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1167778317742275273?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1167778317742275273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1167778317742275273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1167778317742275273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1167778317742275273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/bonus.html' title='BONUS!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3532287651006416274</id><published>2009-03-08T10:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:46:03.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Countdown Begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alixaxel.com/wordpress/wp-content/2007/09/five_dollars_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 415px; height: 172px;" src="http://www.alixaxel.com/wordpress/wp-content/2007/09/five_dollars_front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are officially 5 days until &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spring Break 2009!!! &lt;/span&gt;not that I am really doing anything I am just excited that I will be going home and that I can just chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3532287651006416274?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3532287651006416274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3532287651006416274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3532287651006416274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3532287651006416274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-countdown-begins.html' title='And The Countdown Begins...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-422652518068285328</id><published>2009-03-05T21:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:41:16.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ob La Di Ob La Da</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2900000/Kristen-Stewart-Smoking-Weed-celebrity-gossip-2908369-400-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2900000/Kristen-Stewart-Smoking-Weed-celebrity-gossip-2908369-400-400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically it is almost the weekend but this weekend I am busy all day Saturday. What a drag. I have also decided to give up Perez Hilton for good. I think that he is an ass so that is that. I just thought you might want to know. What else??? Um I was a teacher today. It was really hard but really fun... Um I got a new camera today... I am not showering tonight... What else do you need to know? Probably nothing. In fact, I think that I may have told you too much information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-422652518068285328?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/422652518068285328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=422652518068285328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/422652518068285328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/422652518068285328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/ob-la-di-ob-la-da.html' title='Ob La Di Ob La Da'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7481408597344001465</id><published>2009-03-03T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:39:49.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word To Your Mother</title><content type='html'>Yeah I have no idea what to write about. Surprised? Yeah I didn't think so. Basically I have an insane next few weeks. GAH!! I love/hate being busy. I love it because then I have no time to sit around and be really bored but I hate it because I never have time to sit around and be bored. Well I am supposed to be going to a meeting in a few so I will write more tomorrow. And do not worry I will probably complain about being really bored or busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7481408597344001465?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7481408597344001465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7481408597344001465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7481408597344001465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7481408597344001465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-to-your-mother.html' title='Word To Your Mother'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7916822596620409102</id><published>2009-03-02T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:38:21.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://share.triangle.com/sites/share-uda.triangle.com/files/images/Cone%20Flowers.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 369px;" src="http://share.triangle.com/sites/share-uda.triangle.com/files/images/Cone%20Flowers.preview.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a princess named Natasha. Natasha always got everything she ever wanted. BAHAHA ok I have no idea where this story is going but today is maybe the best day of my whole life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7916822596620409102?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7916822596620409102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7916822596620409102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7916822596620409102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7916822596620409102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3009908668587355971</id><published>2009-03-01T22:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:19:18.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March!</title><content type='html'>So Happy March!! Guess what March means? It means that it is almost summer vacation. I have been waiting for it to be summer since September. Summer vacation is the reason that I get up in the morning and smile. It is totally the reason for my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was very relaxing and chill. Basically Friday night I just sat around and played the guitar and then I watched the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thirteen&lt;/span&gt; which is just amazing. I loved it. Then yesterday I just played the guitar all day. It was so fun. I love the guitar. So So much. I cannot really play anything really well yet but by summer I should have a few more songs down. Then I just watched a lot of movies this weekend here is the full list. They were all AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thirteen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bad Mother's Handbook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In The Land Of Women&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Messengers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I loved them all a lot. You should totally watch them. They are all on youtube. I would link you but that seems like too much work right now hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3009908668587355971?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3009908668587355971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3009908668587355971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3009908668587355971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3009908668587355971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/03/march.html' title='March!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6661815788115407882</id><published>2009-02-26T19:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T19:39:31.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampons and Pads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://glowmagazine.ca/Glow/GlowDocs.nsf/Images/PR-TORO-6MWLCT/$File/05_03_tampaxalways_lrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://glowmagazine.ca/Glow/GlowDocs.nsf/Images/PR-TORO-6MWLCT/$File/05_03_tampaxalways_lrg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was enjoying a lovely evening of procrastination when someone knocked on my door. This is what went down.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Natasha"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Becca what is up?"&lt;br /&gt;"We are doing a service project and do you have any feminine products you would want to donate to our cause?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm let me look."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Leah do you have anything?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes here you can have some of my deodorant. I have an extra one."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I have no idea where my stuff is."&lt;br /&gt;"Well you have until March 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!?!?!?!?! I will not be donating anything. That was so frickin' awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6661815788115407882?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6661815788115407882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6661815788115407882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6661815788115407882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6661815788115407882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/tampons-and-pads.html' title='Tampons and Pads'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6043151616942514027</id><published>2009-02-22T14:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:26:46.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three... Two... One... BLASTOFF!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SaG052tkyfI/AAAAAAAAANU/dSAiQuzQtOM/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SaG052tkyfI/AAAAAAAAANU/dSAiQuzQtOM/s320/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305720742051367410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A Princess rocket)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SaG0wNhipCI/AAAAAAAAANM/F95yv4K8IgE/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SaG0wNhipCI/AAAAAAAAANM/F95yv4K8IgE/s320/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305720576376218658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(It says my name but backwards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every princess needs to know about outer space. That is just the facts of life. On Wednesday my reading buddy princess and I will be learning about space in case she ever needs to send some of her people into space. We will wear tiaras while reading about space and then we will create rockets fit for a princess. Princess do travel in Space sometimes you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6043151616942514027?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6043151616942514027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6043151616942514027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6043151616942514027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6043151616942514027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-two-one-blastoff.html' title='Three... Two... One... BLASTOFF!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SaG052tkyfI/AAAAAAAAANU/dSAiQuzQtOM/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-2696475317365108490</id><published>2009-02-17T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:56:11.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jimmysonfirst.com/images/steak%20and%20eggs%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.jimmysonfirst.com/images/steak%20and%20eggs%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this morning as I was walking to class I happened to be walking with a lot of girls from my classes. A professor I had from last semester came up and was walking with us and she asked me if we all came from breakfast. I responded "psh no I do not get up early enough for breakfast" This prompted a long lecture about the importance of breakfast... "if you even just break the word down break fast. You just have to eat something quickly in the morning to start your metabolism." ... "You might think that you would consume less calories by skipping breakfast but that is not so. You consume about 200 more calories by skipping it" ... "even right now you could be eating a granola bar and then you would be good to start your day." ... "please eat it tomorrow It will make me feel better." ... "My sister never eats breakfast and I just do not unserdtand it." This was one of the most awkward/funniest things that has happened to me in quiet some time. I hope you are laughing tomorrow morning when you are eating breakfast. FYI I for sure will be eating breakfast tomorrow. That was worse than a lecture from my own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-2696475317365108490?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2696475317365108490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=2696475317365108490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/2696475317365108490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/2696475317365108490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/importance-of-breakfast.html' title='The Importance of Breakfast'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1777286628480413427</id><published>2009-02-15T18:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:19:49.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SZiw7RiI9PI/AAAAAAAAANE/Pr-cdNrjW_c/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SZiw7RiI9PI/AAAAAAAAANE/Pr-cdNrjW_c/s320/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303183093594125554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry that I have not been able to post for a while. I do feel bad about that. I have just been really busy with homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now As you see above. My RA gave me a valentine and it just happened to be my favorite Princess of all time. BELLE!!!! How exciting! Happy belated Valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1777286628480413427?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1777286628480413427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1777286628480413427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1777286628480413427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1777286628480413427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-sorry.html' title='So Sorry'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SZiw7RiI9PI/AAAAAAAAANE/Pr-cdNrjW_c/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-9177015907790767322</id><published>2009-02-10T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:54:02.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Really Does Love Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc180/Denoel_01/Spring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 545px; height: 408px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc180/Denoel_01/Spring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is spring!! I feel happy also there is good ice cream in the cafeteria tonight. That is always delicious. So today there was mud and puddles everywhere and I totally loved it! Even though it made my pants all gross and disgusting I could care less. It is not cold and the snow is all melting. The river is thawing. SPRING SPRING SPRING!!!! I LOVE THE SPRING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-9177015907790767322?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9177015907790767322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=9177015907790767322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/9177015907790767322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/9177015907790767322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-really-does-love-everyone.html' title='God Really Does Love Everyone'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6600983861272629229</id><published>2009-02-09T19:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:53:34.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lorirecords.com/Grammy%20Logo%20Gold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 649px; height: 823px;" src="http://lorirecords.com/Grammy%20Logo%20Gold.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jonas Brothers didn't win. HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2009/02/jonas-brothers-grammy-awards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jjr/headlines/2009/02/jonas-brothers-grammy-awards.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe looks like such a dumbass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6600983861272629229?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6600983861272629229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6600983861272629229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6600983861272629229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6600983861272629229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/bahahahahahaaaaaa.html' title='BAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7575292212028424821</id><published>2009-02-08T18:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:16:06.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are You So Rude? Part 2</title><content type='html'>So this weekend my roommate decided to leave. She never told me that she would be leaving on Saturday morning before 7:00. I think that it is just common courtesy to let your roommate know when you are leaving. I had thought that she left but was not sure. I was only 100% positive that she had gone home when I saw her status update on facebook. Seriously? I always let her know when I am going to be gone for extended periods of time. So today she comes back and I said "nice to see you again. I thought you were dead." and she glared at me like wtf is your problem. She did not even say anything. WTF? Also she smelled like cigarettes my least favorite smell. So she better not start being a smoker now too. She is already an alcoholic though so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7575292212028424821?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7575292212028424821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7575292212028424821' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7575292212028424821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7575292212028424821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-are-you-so-rude-part-2.html' title='Why Are You So Rude? Part 2'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3397673643070924947</id><published>2009-02-07T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:08:04.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks down!</title><content type='html'>So I have made it through the first two weeks of the semester!! YAY!!!! only a few more hahah left!!! So sorry that I did not blog yesterday but I went to bed at 7:00. Yes you read that correctly. I was so tired and I was reading on our futon when I fell asleep when I woke up I got into bed and slept until 8:00 this morning. CRAZY I know. Also my roommie is gone again. I think that she went to hang with the family but I am not sure. It is a little frustrating that she does not tell me when she is leaving or returning. It would just be polite to tell your roommate these sorts of things. Other than that it is a beautiful day outside and I am totally going out there this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3397673643070924947?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3397673643070924947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3397673643070924947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3397673643070924947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3397673643070924947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-weeks-down.html' title='2 weeks down!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1990727365111834846</id><published>2009-02-05T19:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:06:20.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Eye Candy for Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SYuMUJOM8QI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tupnOocv7v0/s1600-h/013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SYuMUJOM8QI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tupnOocv7v0/s320/013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299483664232280322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so my post has nothing to do with him what so ever but I thought you might enjoy a little eye candy. I really have nothing to talk to you about at the moment. Hmm today I made a new facebook friend... at really good food... had a really long day in classes... played the guitar... yeah that is really all I did today. So... Hmmm... Well I do have this to say. TOMORROW is FRIDAY!!! YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1990727365111834846?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1990727365111834846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1990727365111834846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1990727365111834846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1990727365111834846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-eye-candy-for-today.html' title='A Little Eye Candy for Today'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SYuMUJOM8QI/AAAAAAAAAM8/tupnOocv7v0/s72-c/013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6721689428454427177</id><published>2009-02-04T19:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:49:42.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Van-Morrison.jpg/250px-Van-Morrison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 232px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8d/Van-Morrison.jpg/250px-Van-Morrison.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl in 5th grade I really wanted the new Backstreet Boys CD for my birthday. My dad who was very anti BSB had another idea. When I open the present from my dad it is not the BSB CD instead it is Van Morrison's Greatest Hits. I was seriously pissed. One, who the hell was this guy? and Two, Why did I want his CD? I did not. My dad had bought me a present for himself. After throwing a huge fit about how selfish my dad was being. I put the CD into my CD player and I immediately fell in love. Van's voice is amazing and the way he sings just makes me wish that I were musically talented. I never admitted to my dad that I liked him. But let's face it I LOVE VAN MORRISON!!! OK? I love his music. I now buy more and more of his songs on iTunes whenever someone gives me money for it. So go to iTunes and check him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song of his (at the moment. Seriously it changes by the second because I love them all) is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madame Joy&lt;/span&gt; (here are the lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the men would turn their head&lt;br /&gt;When she walked down the street&lt;br /&gt;Clothes are fine and hair that shine&lt;br /&gt;Smiling oh so sweet, smiling oh so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a taste of all religion&lt;br /&gt;Comes on with the new&lt;br /&gt;In her hair a yellow ribbon&lt;br /&gt;And she's decked out all in blue&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes in, decked out all in blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steppin' lightly, steppin' brightly&lt;br /&gt;With her books in hand&lt;br /&gt;Going to the university to teach them&lt;br /&gt;Help them understand&lt;br /&gt;And are helping 'em understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the kids would love to see her&lt;br /&gt;Follow in her steps&lt;br /&gt;And tell her stories and adore her&lt;br /&gt;Climb in through the fence&lt;br /&gt;Climb in through the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes walking&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes talking&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it's Madame Joy&lt;br /&gt;Walking past that old street corner&lt;br /&gt;And she's looking for her boy&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes she is, looking for her boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steppin' lightly, steppin' brightly&lt;br /&gt;With her books in hand&lt;br /&gt;Going to the university to teach them&lt;br /&gt;Help them understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, help them understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the way she moved me&lt;br /&gt;And I was seeing every side&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, can I learn the language&lt;br /&gt;Have you got the mind, have you got the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes walking&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes talking&lt;br /&gt;I do believe it's Madame Joy&lt;br /&gt;She's walking by that old street corner&lt;br /&gt;And she's looking for her boy&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes looking for her boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the men would turn their head&lt;br /&gt;When she walked down the street&lt;br /&gt;Clothes refined and hair that shine&lt;br /&gt;And smiling oh so sweet, oh yes, she's smiling oh so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, smiling oh so sweet, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, smiling oh so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the men would&lt;br /&gt;And all the men would turn their head around&lt;br /&gt;When that woman walked down the street&lt;br /&gt;When that woman walked down the street&lt;br /&gt;When that, when that woman walked&lt;br /&gt;When that woman walked, when that woman walked&lt;br /&gt;When that woman walked, when that woman walked&lt;br /&gt;When that woman walked, what she wore&lt;br /&gt;When that woman, when that woman, when that woman&lt;br /&gt;When that woman, when that woman, when that woman&lt;br /&gt;When that woman, when that woman, when that woman&lt;br /&gt;When that woman, when that woman walked&lt;br /&gt;She just walked&lt;br /&gt;Just kept on walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;When she walked, when she walked down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6721689428454427177?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6721689428454427177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6721689428454427177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6721689428454427177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6721689428454427177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-love.html' title='My Love...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7589886581220648941</id><published>2009-02-03T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:40:43.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only 25 more days of February Left!!</title><content type='html'>So as you have gathered from the title and other posts I have written. I am a huge fan of countdowns. I wanted to start counting down to spring break (38 days) but that seemed so far away. So i decided to start counting down to the end of February. Thank goodness Feb. is such a short month. So after the Feb countdown I will count down to Spring Break and then to Easter Break and then to SUMMER VACATION!!! Woohoo I am currently just a few short countdowns to Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7589886581220648941?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7589886581220648941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7589886581220648941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7589886581220648941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7589886581220648941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-25-more-days-of-february-left.html' title='Only 25 more days of February Left!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-9120767787692722722</id><published>2009-02-02T18:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:06:59.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Groundhog's Day!</title><content type='html'>So.. how was your groundhog's day? Mine was stressful and exhausting but do not worry it is almost over. Today is officially in the top ten favorite holiday list for me. BTW Phill predicted six more weeks of winter which is a shame. I was sort of over winter and that stupid groundhog said no ma'am you will have six more months of hell. Oh well what is one to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just not really in the blogging mood today. Sorry. This is all I really have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-9120767787692722722?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9120767787692722722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=9120767787692722722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/9120767787692722722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/9120767787692722722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-groundhogs-day.html' title='Happy Groundhog&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4552754622393539697</id><published>2009-02-01T10:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T10:48:47.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy February!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pbskids.org/arthur/friends/images/rollovers/mom_home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 333px;" src="http://pbskids.org/arthur/friends/images/rollovers/mom_home.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is February 1 and so in honor of today I would like to tell you all about February&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is the second month of the year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is the shortest month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;February 2 is Groundhog Day&lt;br /&gt;February 14 is Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;February  16 is President's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On each of these days I will have a special blog (if I remember and if there is nothing more exciting to talk about) describing the holiday and why I love it. Basically my favorite day is Groundhog Day because seriously WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this year Lent begins in February. So Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) is February 24 and Ash Wednesday is February 25. I will also write about those of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also my mom is coming today and she was just going to stop by and drop stuff off on the way to visit a school my brother is looking at. BUT she is coming up earlier and taking me out to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in case you are reading this. This is for an audience. My friends and family read this and LOVE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4552754622393539697?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4552754622393539697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4552754622393539697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4552754622393539697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4552754622393539697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-february.html' title='Happy February!!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7278926675114139514</id><published>2009-01-31T17:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:29:24.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>So I am really really bored or I am really really busy. This is not an ideal combination. During the week I am so busy that I do not have time for anything and now during the weekend I am so bored because I have nothing to do. So what should I do since I am so bored? I will tell you what I did do today. I made a new playlist on iTunes with music that I like for studying. I can never really study when it is quiet so I listen to music and now I have the perfect playlist for studying. Then I sat and stared out the window for about 15 min. Then I talked to my mom because she called. Then I organized my desk and thought about doing my laundry but decided that was too much work. After that I looked at pictures of Rob Pattinson for about an hour and now I am writing this. Yup that was my really boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7278926675114139514?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7278926675114139514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7278926675114139514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7278926675114139514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7278926675114139514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3505848575131331084</id><published>2009-01-30T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:53:58.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are You So Rude?</title><content type='html'>So this afternoon I was taking a nap and my roommate came in and turned on the light which woke me up. Then she started slamming things around and making a lot of noise. Then she went somewhere and left the door open and all of her friends were yelling in the hallway. I just stayed in bed pretending to fake sleep. So then she invites a friend into the room and they are talking really loudly. Then she leaves to go to the hockey game and leaves the light on but makes sure to slam the door. What the hell? Why are people so rude?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she is napping I am really considerate and keep all the lights off and the door closed. I also try not to make that much noise so that I do not wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3505848575131331084?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3505848575131331084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3505848575131331084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3505848575131331084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3505848575131331084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-are-you-so-rude.html' title='Why Are You So Rude?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8459701162839582170</id><published>2009-01-29T21:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:50:19.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webwiseforradio.com/site_files/148/Image/morning_show/britney-spears-bald-400a030207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.webwiseforradio.com/site_files/148/Image/morning_show/britney-spears-bald-400a030207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got the wonderful opportunity to check the book Chicka Chicka Boom Boom out from the library and read it today. Tomorrow in my lit class we are reading each other stories. I am so excited for it. What a perfect way to spend my Friday. So this first week has gone by so so quickly and I hope that this whole semester can go this fast because after this it is SUMMER. I am sure that you are already aware of how much I love LOVE summer. Seriously it is what I live for and why I do not drown myself in the Fox when I have a lot of homework. hahaha kidding. Ok so I was just reading this aloud to myself kinda thinking like hmmm what could I add? and my roommates friend walked in to grab something and just stared at me like what the hell is your problem. Oh god that was so funny/awkward. I wish that someone could have been here to witness that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done BAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8459701162839582170?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8459701162839582170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8459701162839582170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8459701162839582170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8459701162839582170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/yeah.html' title='Yeah...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1715833752763637513</id><published>2009-01-28T17:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:35:37.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is new today?</title><content type='html'>So... as usual there is nothing really exciting going on in my life. Yesterday in class we did magic tricks and today we made our own science experiments so that was pretty darn great. Now I am of course procrastinating and not doing any of the homework that I have. In my own defense, how can anyone do homework when they have a blog to write and $4 to spend on iTunes? Whenever I have money on iTunes I try to spend it very carefully and purchase songs that I like now and will always like. My little sister just buys the songs that are most popular at the time and so she never listens to them after they are no longer the "it" songs. LAME and what a waste of money. I create lists and work out which songs I really want. But hey, I only have a certain amount to spend so I have to spend my money carefully. Imagine what could happen if I purchased a song that I do not like or do not like in a few weeks. That would be awful and irresponsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over break I became really addicted to a lot of TV shows and to prove that I will list them now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brothers and Sisters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Samantha Who?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Secret Life Of the American Teenager&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Real Housewives of Orange County&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Privileged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thirty Rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little People Big World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17 Kids and Counting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jon and Kate Plus 8&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrubs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ok so some of these shows I usually watch but um... I must say that 18 shows is ridiculous and excessive. I am quite ashamed by this behavior and think that I need to stop this immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1715833752763637513?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1715833752763637513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1715833752763637513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1715833752763637513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1715833752763637513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-new-today.html' title='What is new today?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7943345924945521905</id><published>2009-01-27T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:26:47.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Stupid</title><content type='html'>So today Leah asked me whether I took Intro the the Bible or Intro to Theology my freshman year. I told her intro to the bible and it was really easy because it was all facts and I learned it all in high school. Also I told her that we did not have any papers just 4 tests and we received the questions ahead of time. So then she said that she was taking theology and was thinking of dropping it. I of course asked her why and she says, "Well it is all about your opinions in class and we have to talk about what we think and then explain why we think that. I never have any opinions on anything and usually just agree with whoever talked in front of me. Also how are you supposed to back up what you are thinking I just do not understand this and it is way too hard for me. I just do not get it and do not care. I mean back up my opinion? I don't think anything." WTF seriously she cannot back up what she thinks? Not that hard at all. at all. Well i think that she is going to drop it. But really, how hard is it to BS an opinion on something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT BE AN IDIOT LIKE SOMEONE I KNOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7943345924945521905?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7943345924945521905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7943345924945521905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7943345924945521905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7943345924945521905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-stupid.html' title='Hello Stupid'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3312436813514268720</id><published>2009-01-26T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:58:18.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://briancromer.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/first_day_of_school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 735px; height: 918px;" src="http://briancromer.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/first_day_of_school.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the first day of school when you were in elementary school? You got to wear your new shoes and show off your new haircut. Also I got a choice of a red, white or navy shirt to go with my classy navy pants or if i wanted a plaid jumper. The first day of school always was so nerve wracking for me. It all seemed so stressful and insane. The teachers were always so welcoming and everyone got to share their cool vacation stories and a little bit about themselves to ease the jitters of the day. Then would come the overview of the year and some horrible ice breaker games. Well today was like a first day of school for me. It was the first day of an exciting semester. I was nervous and excited. While I was not wearing new shoes or a new outfit. Um oh wait I could not even brush my hair because I left my brush at home even though i am fairly certain that I left it here over break. Sometimes the school year would start out a little bumpy and then smooth out as the year went along. I hope that this semester does the same. I forgot my cell phone, calendar, coffee and brush at home. I hope that I can recover from this rough gravel road and transition onto a freshly paved road that is totally smooth. You may be wondering "What the hell is your point Natasha?" I am wondering the same thing. I have no idea what the point of this little speech is about. so... moving on i will give you my goals for this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:&lt;br /&gt;4.0 GPA-- This has been a goal of mine ever since freshman year of high school and I have gotten so so close to reaching it but never done it. This is the semester.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play the guitar better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG I never told you about the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Christmas all i put on my list was a guitar and a Spanish/English Dictionary. I was really bratty and told my mom that she should not even bother to buy me gifts if it was not on my list. So Christmas morning I wake up and walk to the living room with all of the other kids (there are only 3 other kids that made it sound like i was 1 of 20 or something) and this year each person opened their gifts all together instead of it being a free for all. So my youngest brother opens all of his presents then my sister opens hers. She has less than Ian (the youngest) so i was getting worried because 1. there was not a package shaped like a guitar and 2. i did not see one shaped like a large book. I did see a piggy bank that i had wanted forever but that was it. So then Dylan opens his and he gets a nano and something else. then it comes time for me. My mom hands me the piggy bank and says merry Christmas. Then she hands me the one gift left under the tree that i know is not for my parents. (I mean they got gifts but the kids have their own special wrapping paper so my parent's was wrapped in different paper) I opened that and was happy to see that hary potter book with the children's story. Then she told me to shut my eyes. I did and when i opened them there was a guitar sitting in front of me. I was so happy that i was seriously crying. That is not really a big deal because i cry over everything so whatever. but yeah i got that guitar. I also learned how to play Folsom Prison Blues by Johnny Cash because i just love him. Ok now i have to get some work done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3312436813514268720?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3312436813514268720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3312436813514268720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3312436813514268720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3312436813514268720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-back.html' title='The First Day Back'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3308163905443576381</id><published>2009-01-25T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:10:59.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>So I am back in De Pere, WI and it is really nice. I like being here at school but the cold is another story. Since I am back, I will now have some time to blog. Also my roomie and I have been getting along really well but now you can read about my boredom and funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3308163905443576381?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3308163905443576381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3308163905443576381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3308163905443576381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3308163905443576381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4306925954932533997</id><published>2008-12-10T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:12:36.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.friendlychristian.com/images/pouting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.friendlychristian.com/images/pouting.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want CHRISTMAS BREAK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4306925954932533997?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4306925954932533997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4306925954932533997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4306925954932533997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4306925954932533997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/no.html' title='NO!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4147494184713779070</id><published>2008-12-09T18:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:11:52.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Canción Favorito</title><content type='html'>This is my new favorite Song!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=rCSgrPG-sRU"&gt;No Me Doy Por Vencido&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quedo callado&lt;br /&gt;Soy como un niño dormido&lt;br /&gt;Que puede despertarse&lt;br /&gt;Con apenas sólo un ruido&lt;br /&gt;Cuando menos te lo esperas&lt;br /&gt;Cuando menos lo imagino&lt;br /&gt;Sé que un día no me aguanto y voy y te miro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te lo digo a los gritos&lt;br /&gt;Y te ríes y me tomas por un loco atrevido&lt;br /&gt;Pues no sabes cuanto tiempo en mis sueños has vivido&lt;br /&gt;Ni sospechas cuando te nombré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, yo no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero un mundo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Juro que vale la pena esperar, y esperar y esperar un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Una señal del destino&lt;br /&gt;No me canso, no me rindo, no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo una flor de bolsillo,&lt;br /&gt;Marchita de buscar a una mujer que me quiera&lt;br /&gt;Y reciba su perfume hasta traer la primavera&lt;br /&gt;Y me enseñe lo que no aprendí de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Que brilla más cada día,&lt;br /&gt;[ Luis Fonsi Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;Porque estoy tan sólo a un paso de ganarme la alegría&lt;br /&gt;Porque el corazón levanta una tormenta enfurecida&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquel momento en que te ví…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, yo no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero un mundo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Juro que vale la pena esperar, y esperar y esperar un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Una señal del destino&lt;br /&gt;No me canso, no me rindo, no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este silencio esconde demasiadas palabras&lt;br /&gt;No me detengo, pase lo que pase seguiré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, yo no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero un mundo contigo&lt;br /&gt;Juro que vale la pena esperar, y esperar y esperar un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Una señal del destino&lt;br /&gt;No me canso, no me rindo, no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh Juro que vale la pena esperar, y esperar y esperar un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Una señal del destino&lt;br /&gt;No me canso, no me rindo, no me doy por vencido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;I remain quiet&lt;br /&gt;I Am like an asleep boy&lt;br /&gt;That can be awoke&lt;br /&gt;With barely only a noise&lt;br /&gt;When except you expect it&lt;br /&gt;When except it I imagine&lt;br /&gt;I Know that a day me do not I endure and I go and I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell it you the shouts&lt;br /&gt;AND you laugh and take me for a daring lunatic&lt;br /&gt;Therefore do not know as much as&lt;br /&gt;time in my dreams have lived&lt;br /&gt;Neither suspect when I named you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I do not I give up &lt;br /&gt;I want a world with you&lt;br /&gt;I Swear that is worth while to expect, and to expect and to&lt;br /&gt;expect a sigh&lt;br /&gt;A sign of the destiny do&lt;br /&gt;Not I tire, do not I yield me, do not I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Wilted, pocket flower to seek a woman that want me AND he receive its perfume until bringing the&lt;br /&gt;spring AND he teach me what I did not learn of the life That each day shines more, [Luis Fonsi Lyrics till&lt;br /&gt;found on www.songlyrics.com] Because I am only to a step of winning me the happiness Because the heart raises&lt;br /&gt;a storm maddened Since that moment in which I saw you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I do not I give up I I want a world with you I Swear that is worth while to expect, and to expect and to&lt;br /&gt;expect a sigh A sign of the destiny do Not I tire, do not I yield me, do not I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This silence hides too many words do Not I stop, even what even I will continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I do not I give up I I want a world with you I Swear that is worth while to expect, and to expect and to&lt;br /&gt;expect a sigh A sign of the destiny do Not I tire, do not I yield me, do not I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh I Swear that he is worth while to expect, and to expect and to expect a sigh A sign of the destiny do Not&lt;br /&gt;I tire, do not I yield me, do not I give up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4147494184713779070?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4147494184713779070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4147494184713779070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4147494184713779070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4147494184713779070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-cancin-favorito.html' title='Mi Canción Favorito'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5722095906076894905</id><published>2008-12-07T11:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T11:27:45.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I just read that Kevin Jonas along with Joe, Nick and their mom were shopping in jewelry stores in a dallas mall and that he may have bought an engagement ring for Danielle. If so i am really happy for them but if i were her and he had not asked me yet and i read it online i would be so pissed off. Anyways i have moved to like Joe now since Kevin is in a really serious relationship. But really I just like them for their music now. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only have three finals and then it is Christmas Break and i could not be more excited at all. I need a break so badly. Also this week I will probably not be posting a lot because I have finals and I will probably not post anything over break because I will be in a city where there is a lot of stuff to do. So Merry Christmas if I do not blog until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5722095906076894905?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5722095906076894905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5722095906076894905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5722095906076894905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5722095906076894905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8704447600732673863</id><published>2008-12-03T14:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:01:33.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Is Your Vocab List</title><content type='html'>So thanks to urbandictionary.com and a lot of free time here is a list of words that I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stoptional: When the braking of a car is left to one's choice due to an unnecessary stop sign.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Designated Texter: A passenger who reads and replies to any and all text messages recieved on the driver's phone, thus allowing the driver to focus on the road and not hit anything or get pulled over for reckless driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Song Binging: The act of repeatedly and obsessively listening to a song or artist over a realatively short period of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shuffle Shame: When your MP3 player is playing on speakers on shuffle mode, and someone enters the room at the exact moment the worst song of your collection is playing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wikidemia: An achedemic work passed off as scholary but researched entirely on wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook Limbo: The electronic space between accepting or rejecting a facebook friend request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voluntold: The exact opposite of volunteering. When you are voluneteered for something by someone else and now must do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone Grope: Grabbing at pockets, patting yourself down to make sure that you have your cell phone and do not need to go back home for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alarm Shock: 1. The shock of having to wake up a lot earlier than normal due to school or work after a vacation. 2. The feeling you get when you wake up as early as you would when you had work on a weekend or vacation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check Your Vitals: To check all of your websites daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unprotected Sleep: Turning off your alarm clock and going back to sleep risking not waking up on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Google Drift: To drift aimlessley between subjects of interest, by accidentally finding them on a website for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ungoogleable: Failing to return hits on a google search.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy these tomorrow I am going to post facebook vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8704447600732673863?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8704447600732673863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8704447600732673863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8704447600732673863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8704447600732673863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-is-your-vocab-list.html' title='Here Is Your Vocab List'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-105577912771584030</id><published>2008-11-30T22:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:22:02.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YUP ADORABLE</title><content type='html'>Joe and Nick &lt;a href="http://www.oceanup.com/2008/11/nick-jonas-we-talk-about-marriage-a-lot-even-though-im-only-16.html"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; about the future and getting married all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-105577912771584030?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/105577912771584030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=105577912771584030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/105577912771584030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/105577912771584030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/yup-adorable.html' title='YUP ADORABLE'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-632447235106907221</id><published>2008-11-24T10:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:12:29.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW</title><content type='html'>This morning when I woke up I heard that scraping sound I hear every winter SHOVELING! So I peaked out my window to see the campus covered in snow. I really like snow as long as it is not slippery and is not cold. Oh also it has to look pretty because I do not like it when it gets all dirty. So I have not written you an A+ Haiku in a really long time so i think that i will for this occasion&lt;br /&gt;Snow falling quickly&lt;br /&gt;The trees are pretty and white&lt;br /&gt;I love/hate winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-632447235106907221?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/632447235106907221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=632447235106907221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/632447235106907221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/632447235106907221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/snow.html' title='SNOW'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-918229975211299016</id><published>2008-11-23T20:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:45:18.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss the Old Times</title><content type='html'>So today I was thinking and I thought of the Old Disney Shows and I really miss those and they never have reruns of them anymore. So these are my favorite old shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lizzie McGuire. So I still love Hilary Duff. And I had a huge crush on that boy in Lizzie McGuire not Gordo he was a weirdo but that other boy. I think Lizzie had a crush on him. Anyways I really miss Gordo, Miranda and Lizzie oh and their enemy Kate. Also their clothes were so werid and I miss that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even Stevens. I also still love Shia LeBeauf. I thought he was so funny and he always managed to make his sister Wren so mad. Also Wren had crazy friends that I loved because they annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phil of the Future. I love Ricky Ullman. I thought he was uber hot. This show was funny. His little sister Pim was always trying to take over the world and his parents were nuts and clueless. This made the show hilarious. I miss it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So those are my main three that I really miss. I probably have more like Kim Impossible. Is that still on? I kinda liked it. Anyways you want to know one show that I do not miss at all and that they should stop showing reruns of? That's So Raven is the MOST ANNOYING SHOW EVER!!! I hate it and always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-918229975211299016?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/918229975211299016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=918229975211299016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/918229975211299016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/918229975211299016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-old-times.html' title='I Miss the Old Times'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8837292420472578051</id><published>2008-11-20T16:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:51:26.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These Up North Folk</title><content type='html'>So today in geology we were looking at maps of Wisconsin. I am from Waukesha, Wisconsin which is located near Milwaukee. Today I learned that apparently that does not "count" as WI. We had to find the elevation of certain cities in WI. Like Gillett, Merril (my roomie is from here), Rib Mountain. Now I have no idea where the hell these cities are and my lab partner was from Chicago. That was no help at all. So we are looking at this map and i am like i think Gillet is over in this area. I was right but there were no cities labeled on the map in that area. Then we asked a TA and she was like "What! Everyone knows where that is. Where are you girls from?" So Becky said Chicago and I said Milwaukee and she was like oh so neither of you are actually from WI. I was like I am and she just looked at me and said "Not Really" SERIOUSLY!!?!?!?!! So then she told us that none of the things we had to find were actually written on the map because everyone should know where they are. GRRRR i want to go back to my city now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8837292420472578051?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8837292420472578051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8837292420472578051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8837292420472578051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8837292420472578051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-up-north-folk.html' title='These Up North Folk'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8898392280073293114</id><published>2008-11-19T16:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:03:59.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories from Elementary School</title><content type='html'>I went to a Catholic elementary school and I have some funny stories of things that went on during my time there. You might not think these are funny at all because you do not know the people but I really hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Once in third grade we were rehearsing for mass. The church was starting to decorate for advent and christmas so they had just brought in these huge christmas trees. As we were practicing the first reading all of a sudden a bird flew out of the tree and started flying around the church. Lots of us were screaming and then our teacher mad us leave the church because we were not behaving.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes i was a mean kid. There were these two twins in my class. Their last name was Mathie and they always used to pretend that they were martians and lived on mars because their last name started with m. well they were sort of a part of my group of friends but one day no one wanted to play with them at recess. Lizzie confronted me after recess and asked why we would not play with her and i responded by saying something so mean. I still actually regret this and feel awful. I told her that her and her whole family could just jump on that spaceship and head right back to mars becasue no one wanted them here on earth. As a result of this i got in major trouble with Mrs. DuVall in fact she made me cry. (sorry this one was not funny)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was little we learned how to tell time on a clock right. Well i had a watch and it was digital so i figured that learning how to tell time on an actual clock was irrelevant so i just never learned it. Then in 3rd grade we had a test on it and i failed. After that Sr. Teresa made me sit in the back of the classroom with Kevin until i learned how to tell time. This was so embarrassing that i did not tell my mom until 3 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One time i had a huge crush on this kid matthew.  My brother sat with him at lunch one day and told him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup those are my stories for today. Sorry kind of a let down many of them/ all of them are not that funny at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8898392280073293114?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8898392280073293114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8898392280073293114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8898392280073293114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8898392280073293114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/stories-from-elementary-school.html' title='Stories from Elementary School'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1094271115360707814</id><published>2008-11-18T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:09:08.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BOREDOM</title><content type='html'>Recently I have become very bored. No surprise correct? In my boredom I have noticed that when I speak I say things that are not even words. This month I am going to strive to improve my language when speaking. I am going to try to eliminate the following words from my speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;kinda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sorta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gonna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watcha (whatcha doing?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alright&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ok&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Recently I gave a presentation in my music education class and in 10 min I said alright 5 times and ok 26. That is unacceptable and I am going to try to fix it. I hope this quest works and I am perfect at the end. JOKING but this is something I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1094271115360707814?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1094271115360707814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1094271115360707814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1094271115360707814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1094271115360707814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredom.html' title='BOREDOM'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4031866530126597007</id><published>2008-11-16T21:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:10:52.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Javier Bardem</title><content type='html'>So I have to do a presentation on him for my Spanish class so it is going in here because I am way to lazy to write something new for this hahaha yeah also it is going to be in Spanish so sorry if you cannot read Spanish. It is not that interesting if you can read it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier Bardem&lt;br /&gt;Javier Ángel Encimas Bardem nació en 1969. El es un actor de España. Es de una familia de actores. Sus abuelos Rafael Bardem y Matilde Muñoz Sanpedro fueron actores. Su madre Pilar Bardem fue una actriz. Su hermanos Mónica y Carlos son actores también. Su sobrino Juan y su primo Miguel son directores.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;El ganó muchos premios para su trabajo. Ganó un Globo de Oro para No Country for Old Men en 2007, un Screen Actor’s Guild Award para No Country for Old Men, y una BAFTA para No Country for Old Men. Javier ganó cuatro Goyas para Día Contadas, Boca A Boca, Los lunes al sol, y Mar Adentro. En 200 el fue el primer actor de España para ser nombrado para un Academy Award para Before Night Falls. 7 años después, en 2007 Javier ganó un Óscar para su papel en No Country for Old Men. El fue el primer actor de España para ganar este premio.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    El fue en más de 40 películas. Su primer película fue El Poderoso Influyo de la Luna. Tenía un papel muy pequeño porque su madre estaban en la película. Jamón, Jamón es la película donde Javier conoció Penélope Cruz. En 2007 esta en su papel más famosa en No Country for Old Men. En 2008 esta en Vicky Cristina Barcelona con Scarlet Johanson y Penélope Cruz. Hoy Penélope Cruz es su novia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4031866530126597007?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4031866530126597007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4031866530126597007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4031866530126597007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4031866530126597007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/javier-bardem.html' title='Javier Bardem'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7325487790719407360</id><published>2008-11-14T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:07:22.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Taylor (yes again) Part Three</title><content type='html'>READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST READ PARTS ONE AND TWO FIRST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what people are saying. Now Taylor is hurting herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;--I like Taylor Swift but doing those things make her seem very bitter. Im sure she is but she needs to be stronger than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I get that the Jerkoff Jonas dumped poor Taylor by &lt;a itxtdid="7269922" target="_blank" href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-14-quote-of-the-day-376#" style="border-bottom: 0.075em solid darkgreen ! important; font-weight: normal ! important; font-size: 100% ! important; text-decoration: underline ! important; padding-bottom: 1px ! important; color: darkgreen ! important; background-color: transparent ! important;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;phone&lt;/a&gt; and it was nasty, but there's a limit to how much you can "trash-talk" your exes before you start to look petty and bitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;this chick needs to keep her mouth shut. as long as she talks about it, the more bitter she seems. just write songs to get over the dude. (he's not that hot anyway.) &lt;img src="http://perezhilton.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;So basically, no guy should ever date Taylor because she will try to make him look like a giant douche in the media. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;you can tell she's 18. so immature and petty. just sing and stop being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;What a lame and immature attitude.  She is going to run out of feet to put in her mouth.  This girl isn't too bright, is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Bitch needs to lose that tenacious pit-bull grip on her exes and move it along….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;she is starting to sound alittle obsessive compulsive about the jonas bro break up lol!!! she misses getting gang bamged by the jonas brothers or something haha or is mad she did not get to deflower them…i cant make up my mind on this one…not that i care AT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;i know this has already been said but she's really screwing herself and shoving her foot up her mouth!!! I know she's young and inexperienced and all but who is going to want to date her now when she just admitted she will call u out when your over, and will always have the last word???? well i mean….who will date her besides attention fame hungry michael lohan??HAHAHAHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;She's getting a little obsessive with Joe. He can't be THAT hot. He is a little boy still after all. She needs to act more mature than this. She has a great voice and seems sweet on the surface. She needs to be careful about running her fans and friends off with her self thrown pity parties. That's never attractive to the next man. With it all being so public she's risking her future love life. No man wants to date someone who's needy. Be more independent Taylor! You're better than a less than thirty-second man! I wouldn't waste my time talking about him. No man is worth your dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wanted to say that I do still love Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/575947102662288406-7325487790719407360?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7325487790719407360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7325487790719407360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7325487790719407360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7325487790719407360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/joe-taylor-yes-again-part-three.html' title='Joe Taylor (yes again) Part Three'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1315568955791691489</id><published>2008-11-14T10:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:32:33.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Taylor (yes again) Part TWO</title><content type='html'>READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST! READ PART ONE FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night The Jonas Brothers posted this blog on their myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Our Fans from Joe, Kevin and Nick:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is our normal rule to avoid talking about our private lives. It seems that it has come to the point where we must address a few things. We would prefer to address these things and then leave it alone from that point forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We felt like it was important to respond because recent events have affected our fans. It is important to us as artists and brothers to enlighten regarding this situation. Our fans are the most important thing to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are rumors and suggestions that are being publicized in the press right now about us. Like all people our age we are trying to find someone special that we can share time with in our busy lives. We all have busy schedules and high demands. We love our life and are thankful for all that we have. We are simply stating that it is difficult to maintain relationships with the kind of life we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We love our fans and it is important to us to protect that relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Our Fans from Joe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This blog is not an attack of anyone. Anytime you are in a relationship for any length of time there are going to be issues. Sometimes they resolve. Other times they lead to a change of heart. This was the case recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Several things I will state with all my heart…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never cheated on a girlfriend. It might make someone feel better to assume or imply I have been unfaithful but it is simply not true. Maybe there were reasons for a breakup. Maybe the heart moved on. Perhaps feelings changed. I am truly saddened that anything would potentially cause you to think less of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For those who have expressed concern over the "27 second" phone call. I called to discuss feelings with the other person. Those feelings were obviously not well received. I did not end the conversation. Someone else did. Phone calls can only last as long as the person on the other end of the line is willing to talk. A phone call can be pretty short when someone else ends the call. The only difference in this conversation was that I shared something the other person did not want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There were later attempts at communication that had no response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish the best for the other person but could not sit back any longer and leave our fans with a wrong impression of the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hope this helps enlighten a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We love you and miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joe, Kevin and Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that they did not write that but there are a few grammatical errors that leads me to believe that they did write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took a lot of guts to write. They never ever write about or talk about their personal lives. I feel bad that Joe had to do this and I feel badly for doubting him&lt;br /&gt;Points that were interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We would prefer to address these things and then leave it alone from that point forward.&lt;/span&gt; I really feel bad because all I wanted ever was for them to talk about it. Now I have realized that I was just being nosy. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that Joe did an amazing part addressing the Taylor issue. I think that she should now shut up because obviously she is hurting him and their fans. I understand that break-ups suck but Taylor move on. I thought that Joe was really respectful toward her the whole letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I saw this on Perez.&lt;br /&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-14-quote-of-the-day-376&lt;br /&gt;I really want Taylor to stop talking about it. Now she is making herself look like a fool. Just stop talking about it Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am back in love with the Jonas Brothers and seriously pissed at Taylor for not stopping&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1315568955791691489?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1315568955791691489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1315568955791691489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1315568955791691489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1315568955791691489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/joe-taylor-yes-again-part-two.html' title='Joe Taylor (yes again) Part TWO'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5500313546431726998</id><published>2008-11-14T10:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:29:40.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Taylor (yes again) Part ONE</title><content type='html'>So recently there has been a lot of Joe Jonas Taylor Swift drama. I have gathered a lot of articles about it. It starts with them breaking up and goes through yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perez Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-10-08-joe-taylor-call-it-quits-tween-girls-rejoice"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-10-08-joe-taylor-call-it-quits-tween-girls-rejoice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe about Joe: &lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-10-21-taylor-swift-hearts-katy-perry"&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-10-21-taylor-swift-hearts-katy-perry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-05-taylor-swift-schools-miley-cyrus"&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-05-taylor-swift-schools-miley-cyrus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-11-chatting-with-6"&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-11-chatting-with-6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-12-joe-jonas-has-a-new-girlfriend"&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-12-joe-jonas-has-a-new-girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-13-taylor-needs-to-move-on"&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2008-11-13-taylor-needs-to-move-on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Jared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/10/09/taylor-swift-joe-jonas-split/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/10/09/taylor-swift-joe-jonas-split/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/10/13/taylor-swift-single-smiling/"&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/10/13/taylor-swift-single-smiling/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/05/taylor-swift-joe-jonas-doll/"&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/05/taylor-swift-joe-jonas-doll/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/05/taylor-swift-shares-joe-jonas-heartache/"&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/05/taylor-swift-shares-joe-jonas-heartache/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/06/joe-jonas-taylor-swift-phone-call-dump/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/06/joe-jonas-taylor-swift-phone-call-dump/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/12/joe-jonas-camilla-belle-couple/"&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/12/joe-jonas-camilla-belle-couple/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/13/taylor-swift-joe-jonas-cheater/"&gt;http://justjared.buzznet.com/2008/11/13/taylor-swift-joe-jonas-cheater/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at first I thought that Taylor was just hurt and that Joe was an ass. Well I have changed my mind. I totally understand Taylor being bitter but now i have lost a lot of respect for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5500313546431726998?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5500313546431726998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5500313546431726998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5500313546431726998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5500313546431726998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-have-regained-my-love.html' title='Joe Taylor (yes again) Part ONE'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6949427641711365676</id><published>2008-11-12T18:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:25:40.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Websites that I visit daily</title><content type='html'>So here is a list of the websites that I visit everyday and that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmail.com"&gt;gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;-- It is where all of my e-mail is and I have to check my e-mail everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook.com&lt;/a&gt;-- Yup I am addicted and I go on here more than once a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perezhilton.com/"&gt;Perezhilton.com&lt;/a&gt;-- One of the best gossip sites out there. I love Perez and his blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Blog&lt;/a&gt;-- Because I usually update it &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justjared.com"&gt;JustJared.com&lt;/a&gt;-- Another good celebrity gossip website. They usually have a lot of pictures and stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/"&gt;TMZ.com&lt;/a&gt;-- yeah another celebrity gossip website.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oceanup.com"&gt;Oceanup.com&lt;/a&gt;-- the last gossip website i visit. They usually mention the disney stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.people.com"&gt;People.com&lt;/a&gt;-- I think this one is considered celebrity news&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/"&gt;Google.com&lt;/a&gt;-- I always am google things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/"&gt;CNN.com&lt;/a&gt;-- Living in the middle of nowhere means that I need to get my news somehow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6949427641711365676?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6949427641711365676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6949427641711365676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6949427641711365676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6949427641711365676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/websites-that-i-visit-daily.html' title='Websites that I visit daily'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6123796530097127256</id><published>2008-11-11T12:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:39:49.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to scream and shout!</title><content type='html'>The silent treatment my roommate was giving me is over! Not sure why it started but it is done and we are talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Natasha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6123796530097127256?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6123796530097127256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6123796530097127256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6123796530097127256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6123796530097127256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-scream-and-shout.html' title='I want to scream and shout!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-4896134493282514638</id><published>2008-11-10T16:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:50:13.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Treatment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://distantcords.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 525px;" src="http://distantcords.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/silence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were little and something happened that you thought was mean or something so you gave them the silent treatment? I gave my mom the silent treatment several times after being grounded. But usually I discovered that one this is very hard and two it was not solving anything. The reason I bring this up is because lately my dorm room has been a no talking zone. Now I did not do anything that I am aware of to piss off my roommate. She however has done several things to piss me off, but I have not told her because she has been in a really bad mood lately. So on Saturday I think that we said a few things to each other. In comparison to how much we usually say on the weekend it was nothing. Yesterday, which was Sunday, Nothing and I mean nothing. She did not talk to me at all and we were in the room together for several hours at a time. Nothing at all. Trust me this girl really likes to hear herself talk so I am very surprised that she did not speak. Now today, Monday, still nothing AT ALL. I feel like I am going insane and our room suddenly seems oh so small. I said hello to her this morning but she did not respond. Is she mad at me? What did I do? Why are we not talking? I have no answer for any of these questions. All I can do at this point is wait for the silent treatment to be over and to find out what I did if anything. As for now that waiting is slowly killing me. WAIT she just sneezed and I said Bless You and she said Thank You. Alas progress!! I will keep you posted on this. I am sure you are dying to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Shhh! No Talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am in the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-4896134493282514638?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4896134493282514638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=4896134493282514638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4896134493282514638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/4896134493282514638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/silent-treatment.html' title='The Silent Treatment'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-9092605544793370680</id><published>2008-11-09T20:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:26:25.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thewritersworkshop.net/writing-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1280px; height: 1024px;" src="http://www.thewritersworkshop.net/writing-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing new as usual. It is really really cold here. Winter is upon us and I do not like it. In other news I am writing a story and it is kind of fun to do. I mean it is total crap but writing it is relaxing. And i have begun listening to Christmas music because i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-9092605544793370680?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9092605544793370680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=9092605544793370680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/9092605544793370680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/9092605544793370680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-7606347389780348154</id><published>2008-11-08T18:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:36:54.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Jonas</title><content type='html'>So.. Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas broke up. And he apparently called her to do it. Which I can sort of understand since they were in Europe when this took place. Taylor says it was only 27 seconds. I think that is rather rude. To dump a girl on the phone in 27 seconds. I think it is mean. I mean 27 seconds and you have barely said hello. Seriously Joe Jonas I am very disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-7606347389780348154?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7606347389780348154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=7606347389780348154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7606347389780348154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/7606347389780348154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/joe-jonas.html' title='Joe Jonas'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1429412002002566955</id><published>2008-11-06T17:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:38:02.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Down</title><content type='html'>Well I have nothing to say once again. I know that lately I have not been blogging daily which is my goal but I have just felt a real lack of inspiration lately I have no idea why. Also I have had a lot of work. I think that I am not going to blog at all next week. Sorry to disappoint I am just worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1429412002002566955?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1429412002002566955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1429412002002566955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1429412002002566955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1429412002002566955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-down.html' title='Let Down'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-885237095595997118</id><published>2008-11-05T23:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:18:47.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy 21st birthday Paul Kevin Jonas II. I hope that you are in a bar getting totally drunk right now Kevin. If not I am very disappointed. FYI you only turn 21 once. So PARTY it up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-885237095595997118?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/885237095595997118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=885237095595997118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/885237095595997118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/885237095595997118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6269445854421356968</id><published>2008-11-04T18:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:51:25.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is it gonna be?</title><content type='html'>??????????&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://republicansforfamilyvalues.com/uploads/2008/06/john_mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 515px;" src="http://republicansforfamilyvalues.com/uploads/2008/06/john_mccain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;?????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kara.allthingsd.com/files/2008/06/barack-obama-official-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 375px;" src="http://kara.allthingsd.com/files/2008/06/barack-obama-official-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh i am super excited to find out who the next President of the United States will be!!!! How exciting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6269445854421356968?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6269445854421356968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6269445854421356968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6269445854421356968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6269445854421356968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-is-it-gonna-be.html' title='Who is it gonna be?'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-8840840224189215893</id><published>2008-11-02T13:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:48:26.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PostSecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://commentisfree.guardian.co.uk/tellingsecrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 260px;" src="http://commentisfree.guardian.co.uk/tellingsecrets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote down my secret to send to PostSecret and I am actually scared to mail it in. Why? No one is going to know that I wrote it. I actually cried when I wrote it down because I feel a lot better now that I can release this. I hope that my secret will get posted but if not I know that at least one person in the world knows it. I feel free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-8840840224189215893?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8840840224189215893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=8840840224189215893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8840840224189215893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/8840840224189215893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/postsecret.html' title='PostSecret'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6871231001701656032</id><published>2008-10-31T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:46:43.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical Who Says We Have To Let It Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My favorite movie in the whole wide world!!!! HSM 3!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;here is one that i really loved!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;[Troy]: Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;[Ryan]: Come On!&lt;br /&gt;[Sharpay]: Alright!&lt;br /&gt;[Chad]: Little Louder Now!&lt;br /&gt;[Gabriella]: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Troy &amp;amp; Gabriella):&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' Forward From Center Stage, Graduation Day, Time To Get The Future Started!&lt;br /&gt;What We Leave, What We Take With Us,&lt;br /&gt;No Matter What, It's Somethin' We're Apart Of!&lt;br /&gt;We Learn To Fly.&lt;br /&gt;Together Side-By-Side. I Just Want The Rest Of My Life, To Feel As Good As My,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone):&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical,&lt;br /&gt;Lets Celebrate Where We Come From!&lt;br /&gt;With Friends Who've Been There All Along, Just Like,&lt;br /&gt;Our High School, High School Musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ryan &amp;amp; Sharpay):&lt;br /&gt;Improvisation Without A Script, No Ones Written It, And Now We Have The Chance Too!&lt;br /&gt;Someday We'll Be Lookin' Back,&lt;br /&gt;Memories We've Had, All The Songs That We Lived Through!&lt;br /&gt;The Best Of Times,&lt;br /&gt;So Why Leave Them Behind. Why Cant The Rest Of My Life&lt;br /&gt;Be Like My,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone):&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical,&lt;br /&gt;Who Says We Have To Let It Go?&lt;br /&gt;It's The Best Part We've Ever Known, Step Into The Future!&lt;br /&gt;We'll Hold On to,&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical, Lets Celebrate Where We Come From,&lt;br /&gt;With Friends Who've been There All Along, Just Like,&lt;br /&gt;Our High School, High School Musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chad &amp;amp; Taylor):&lt;br /&gt;Now We Finally Realize&lt;br /&gt;Who We Are, It Just Took Some Time&lt;br /&gt;That You Learn And To Live To See The Truth&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone):&lt;br /&gt;Can't You See The Truth?&lt;br /&gt;(Chad &amp;amp; Taylor):&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's Ever Impossible, Into The Future With Every Fall. Until Forever We'll Always Have High School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Troy):&lt;br /&gt;Turn the Party, Lets Celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;(Troy &amp;amp; Gabriella):&lt;br /&gt;Cause The Worlds One Big Stage, And In It What You Want, It Can Be Yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone):&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Sing, Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;(Troy):&lt;br /&gt;Can You Show Us, Now We're Wanna Go?&lt;br /&gt;(Gabriella):&lt;br /&gt;It's Where The Status Is Here, Oh.&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone):&lt;br /&gt;High School, Lives On Forever More! High School, High School Musical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone):&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical,&lt;br /&gt;Who Says We Have To Let It Go?&lt;br /&gt;It's The Best Part We've Ever Known, Step Into The Future,&lt;br /&gt;We'll Hold On to,&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical, Lets Celebrate Where We Come From,&lt;br /&gt;With Friends Who've Been There All Along, Oh Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gabriella):&lt;br /&gt;I Wish My Life Could Feel Like A,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone):&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical,&lt;br /&gt;Who Says We Have To Let It Go?&lt;br /&gt;It's The Best Part We've Ever Known,Step Into The Future!&lt;br /&gt;We'll Hold On to,&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical, Lets Celebrate Where We Come From,&lt;br /&gt;With Friends Who've been There All Along, Just Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6871231001701656032?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6871231001701656032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6871231001701656032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6871231001701656032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6871231001701656032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-musical-who-says-we-have-to.html' title='High School Musical Who Says We Have To Let It Go'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-437014926061791271</id><published>2008-10-27T15:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:26:22.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I hate my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shutterpoint.com/photos/K/20080305_233824_Sad%20Puppy%20Dog%20Eyes_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 700px; height: 525px;" src="http://www.shutterpoint.com/photos/K/20080305_233824_Sad%20Puppy%20Dog%20Eyes_view.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so this week has not been good. And oh yeah it is only Monday. First yesterday I get back from going home which was so much fun! and my roommate yells at me for leaving a dirty dish on the microwave over the weekend. first it was s spoon that i used to get coffee out of the bag and into the filter and second it was not gross or anything and third she leaves stuff dirty all of the time and i never complain. then i am supposed to meet with a group for a project but no one responded to my e-mails so we did not meet. Alright that brings me to today. So that group was going to meet today. well only the one boy and i met and we had already done it before we really needed the other boy to finish so the first boy and I worked on out paper and then sent it to our professor. then i went to spanish and then i went back to my room and checked my e-mail where i had 2 new ones. the first was from the kid that never did anything for our group project and it was his part of the paper which was due at noon and he e-mailed it to me at one GREAT the second was one from my professor asking if our paper was really only 3 pages so yeah basically my life sucks. also ever since my roommie yelled at me she has been being really bitchy and cold and my life sucks also she is supposed to be at a meeting in 5 min but is still sleeping on our futon. gahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-437014926061791271?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/437014926061791271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=437014926061791271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/437014926061791271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/437014926061791271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-hate-my-life.html' title='Today I hate my life'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-3048128148971163331</id><published>2008-10-23T20:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:46:09.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be? &lt;/span&gt;España por supuesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you were fiver years older you would... &lt;/span&gt;Not be in college and have an actual social life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you had to describe yourself as a color, which would you choose? &lt;/span&gt;Pink duh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you think about when you can't fall asleep? &lt;/span&gt;Usually the Jonas Brothers hahaha but actually sometimes i think about my future plans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you afraid of? Why? &lt;/span&gt;I am afraid of heights they just freak me out. I am also afraid of the dark. Um actually not really but uh not sure what else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What makes you laugh? &lt;/span&gt;Everything. Not even lying here I laugh at everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What color makes you think of happiness? &lt;/span&gt;PINK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you feel when you are in bed with the lights out? &lt;/span&gt;Sleepy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um i got bored with this so i am not finishing. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-3048128148971163331?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/3048128148971163331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=3048128148971163331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3048128148971163331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/3048128148971163331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/part-2.html' title='Part 2'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-6067476260841100627</id><published>2008-10-22T15:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:42:58.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Things About Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is something you dislike about yourself?&lt;/span&gt; Where to being hahahaha The only thing that I dislike about myself is that sometimes I am really shy and I do not take many risks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is something you do well? &lt;/span&gt;I am pretty good at teaching people things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite room in your home and why? &lt;/span&gt;My bedroom because no one bothers me there. It is my own space where I can just go and chill and be alone or do whatever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is a good neighbor? &lt;/span&gt;One that is friendly but accepts your privacy. Not to nosy but cares.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the worst thing parents can do to their children? &lt;/span&gt;Abuse them. Either physically or mentally. Not believing in their dreams and their potential  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite time of day? &lt;/span&gt;Night!! I love it so much I also really like when you are driving home late at night and there are no other cars and all of the lights are flashing red. It makes me feel like I am the only person out there and it is really peaceful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your idea of a dull evening? &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure. I am bored all of the time now so nothing is really dull to me anymore just normal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the best way to treat meddlesome people? &lt;/span&gt;Just tell them basics or tell them that you do not want to talk about it. But do not be mean. Never be mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is something that you are optimistic about? &lt;/span&gt;Well I try to be optimistic all the time about everything. So life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is something you are pessimistic about? &lt;/span&gt;Nothing! honest to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your most indispensable possession and why? &lt;/span&gt;Wow this is a hard one. Wow. I am totally drawing a blank. Maybe my crucifix that I got on my first communion. I mean I was only like 7 when I got it but from then on Religion has been such an important aspect of my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the meaning of "He laughs best who laughs last"? &lt;/span&gt;I do not know but I am always laughing. Like all of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite song and why? &lt;/span&gt;This is my least favorite question of all time because the answer literally changes every second. I guess if I were being forced to pick a favorite song right now and someone had a gun to my head so I had to choose it would be... One The Line-- Demi Lovato and Jonas Brothers. First off that girl has one incredible voice and her voice with Joe Jonas is like angels singing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the best birthday present you ever received? &lt;/span&gt;Wow wow um best present. My macbook for sure hands down. I love this baby actually it is named Enrique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the best birthday present you could ever recieve? &lt;/span&gt;A trip to Spain!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is something that makes you feel sad? &lt;/span&gt;Well i feel sad when people are mean to each other or me. Or when I see people that I love fight with each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite book and why? &lt;/span&gt;um the whole Harry Potter series and anything written by Jodi Picoult&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is something that really bugs you?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When you are in class and the professor is talking but people are talking over him or her and having side conversations that has really always bothered me. Seriously just shut up!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is something that really makes you angry? &lt;/span&gt;Rudeness. How hard is it to have manners? Really?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is the best advice you have ever received? &lt;/span&gt;Once my dad told me that I just needed to be myself and stop acting how other people thought that I should be. This helped me so much. I realized that I should only care about me and not let what other people say get to me and not change myself for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite holiday? What makes this holiday special? &lt;/span&gt;Christmas for real!! I love everything about this holiday. Music I love Christmas music. I am one of those people who sometimes listen to it in like oh maybe last weekend. hahaha i did. lame i know. I love Midnight Mass. I love decorations. I love christmas lights. I just love this holdiay so much. It really brings me and my family together and I love that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite day of the week? &lt;/span&gt;Wednesday. Yup i love hump day just because you have gotten yourself halfway through and you are like yeah i can make it through this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your favorite month? &lt;/span&gt;Well I would have to say May because that is when my summer vacation starts. And I love summer!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would happen if you could fly whenever you wanted? When would you use this ability? &lt;/span&gt;I would not use this at all. I would walk or drive or ride my bike. I am really afraid of heights like this summer I could not even jump into a foam pit. The little girls could do it and I was almost in tears because I was so afraid. I would like to stay on the ground thank you very much. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would happen if there were no television? Why would this be good? bad? &lt;/span&gt;I would not really care since I do not own a TV and do not watch it. I think that it would force people to me more creative and get lives. I think all and all this would be good. But it is never going to happen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if cows gave root beer instead of milk? &lt;/span&gt;We would all have to take calcium supplements and would probably have weak bones and have osteoporosis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if all the streets were rivers? What would be different? &lt;/span&gt;We would need boats instead of cars and i think that we all need to know how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would happen if animals could talk? What are some of the questions you would like to ask animals? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would want to ask animals "Why do dogs sniff each others buts?" Hahaha i loved the movie doctor doo little when i was younger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would happen if you could become invisible whenever you wanted to? &lt;/span&gt;This is something that I do want. I would go to concerts and movies and I would spy on the boys that I like. Bahahaha that is creepy but I think I would do it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would happen if everyone wore the same clothes? &lt;/span&gt;It would be like a story where everyone is always wearing the same stuff. People would be easily recognized. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would happen if you found gold in your backyard? &lt;/span&gt;That would be so super cool! I would pay for tuition with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you did very poorly on a test? &lt;/span&gt;well let me tell you that this has happened many times in my life and then i just work my booty off for the rest of the class. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you do if two of your best friends went to the movies without inviting you? &lt;/span&gt;Well let me tell you this has happened before. But I would not be mad just dissapointed for mot being invited. But there was probably a good reason. I don't have to do everything that my best friends do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you do if you found a magic wand? &lt;/span&gt;I would start looking for Hogwarts. I am still waiting for my letter by the way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What would you do if you saw a friend cheating? &lt;/span&gt;I would tell. I mean they were doing something wrong and they should be punished for it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for Part 2 tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-6067476260841100627?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6067476260841100627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=6067476260841100627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6067476260841100627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/6067476260841100627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/million-things-about-me.html' title='A Million Things About Me!'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5191520831959942680</id><published>2008-10-20T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:22:01.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I would not read this it is boring</title><content type='html'>Alright so I am sure that you all know that I totally love the Jonas Brothers and that Kevin is my favorite. Well now I am going to tell you about that obsession and why it is now over and I am sad but moving on. So I first heard Mandy I loved it but all I saw were these three dorky looking boys so I changed the Channel and did not think twice about them. Then they had a music video for poor unfortunate souls on Disney Chanel i thought that they were really weird. One of them (Joe) made really funny faces while he was singing and just jumped around randomly and i thought they were dumb. Last year i bought the Disney Holiday CD and they were on it singing Girl of My Dreams and I totally fell in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;them Then&lt;/span&gt; I was home last year and they were on an episode of Hannah Montana and I was like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; who are these boys. I looked them up online and found out that the one I liked Joe was younger than I was and so I thought that was kinda strange so i decided that I would like Kevin. in the beginning i could not even remember my name when my sister would ask which one is my favorite. then i actually started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;liking&lt;/span&gt; him. And I know that there was no chance in hell for the two of us to meet and fall in love but there was something about him. He was a 19/20 year old guy who was a virgin and not afraid to say it and he was cute. He was constantly thanking the fans and telling them that he loved them and I thought it was adorable. Even though i was starting to fall for Kevin I still totally liked Joe. Later there were pictures of Joe going shopping with Chelsea &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Staub&lt;/span&gt; and as soon as I saw those I became really really jealous. I decided that since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; was taken I would have to like Kevin. Later it turned out that the two of them were just friends but whatever. So i was totally in love with Kevin i mean what is there not to love? He is gorgeous and the least loved of all of the brothers. He is called the ugly one which is not really fair at all. So this summer I worked with little girls and they were all obsessed. I was super excited because Camp Rock was going to be on Disney soon even though it was awful I kept watching just because of Kevin. plus i did not even think that he was cute in it actually he looks kind of creepy i am not going to lie. Well my sister and I were going to go to their concert at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;summeriest&lt;/span&gt;. I was one of the oldest people there that was not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chaperon&lt;/span&gt; to a way younger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sibling&lt;/span&gt;. It was one of the most amazing nights of my whole life. What lasted for a few hours seemed to pass by in a few minutes. The whole time i just watched Kevin and how happy he was performing for all of these crazy girls. I started to hear rumors that he was dating this girl named Danielle. Alright so I was at first crushed but then i got over it and still liked him. So then there was an interview with Ryan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Seacrest&lt;/span&gt; where Nick was asked about his rumored girlfriend and he told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt; that she was a nice girl and that anyone would be lucky to be dating her. Joe then responded the same thing about Taylor. When Kevin was asked about Danielle he asked Ryan if he had friends that we girls. Ryan said yes and then Kevin said "So why can't we?" I thought that is such a valid point and then Ryan said have you ever kissed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Danielle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; who looked really pissed said no. Then i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; they really are just friends I mean they grew up next to each other when they were little and I knew that she went on a family vacation with him but he said that they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; friends so I trusted him and thought that was great that he just had a best friend who was a girl. I was happy because this meant that I still had a chance. Well today all of my dreams were killed. There are pictures of Kevin and Danielle kissing and taking pictures of it. I am crushed. I seriously am. This is like when you have a crush on that hot guy that you do not really know and then you really start to fall for him and then you find out that he has a girlfriend for over a year. Also there are now rumors out that the two are engaged which would absolutely suck. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt; MY ROOMMATE IS YELLING ON THE PHONE AGAIN THIS GIRL HAS NO PATIENCE AT ALL she basically just pisses me off) anyways when I saw the Joe and Chelsea pictures i was a little hurt but i honestly wanted to cry when i saw these. But my friends have all assured me that I am prettier than her which actually makes me feel better. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; and it is not like i even knew him but i felt like i did. So basically i am a huge huge loser. Like major loser. oh well. The Jonas Brothers helped me through really hard times last year and this year when I didn't have any friends. I just wish that Kevin were single so that there would still be a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i just realized how stupid i am and i am sorry if you had to read all of that and you probably think that i am an idiot right now and do not worry i totally know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope that if they really do love each other that everything falls into place for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5191520831959942680?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5191520831959942680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5191520831959942680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5191520831959942680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5191520831959942680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah-i-would-not-read-this-it-is-boring.html' title='Yeah I would not read this it is boring'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5126975177967668007</id><published>2008-10-19T16:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:20:54.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Funny Videos</title><content type='html'>So I was reading my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Magazine&lt;/span&gt; and came across this "If you're a female who enjoys basic cable (and according to marketers all females do) but is driven crazy bt the gender-specific ads, then salve the pain with Sarah Haskins' very funny recurring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Women&lt;/span&gt; videos on Current.com. You'll never see yogurt the same way again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one talks about the &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89416957_target_women_disney_princesses"&gt;Disney Princesses&lt;/a&gt;. It is so so funny!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/88941392_target_women_yogurt_edition"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weddings &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/88988193_target_women_wedding_shows"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffrage &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89019993_target_women_suffrage"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of the funniest&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Botox &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89053755_target_women_botox"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Control &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89157733_target_women_birth_control"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick Flicks &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89225444_target_women_chick_flicks"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Feeding your Family &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89113716_target_women_feeding_your_f_ing_family"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Palin &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89270795_target_women_sarah_palin"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;this one is really really funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Cleaning &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89317322_target_women_cleaning"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number Two &lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89365020_target_women_number_two"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all really really funny and I encourage you to watch them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://current.com/items/89113716_target_women_feeding_your_f_ing_family"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5126975177967668007?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5126975177967668007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5126975177967668007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5126975177967668007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5126975177967668007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/really-funny-videos.html' title='Really Funny Videos'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-1423679341850944377</id><published>2008-10-16T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:20:56.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.politickerky.com/files/politickerky/features/PalinJM_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.politickerky.com/files/politickerky/features/PalinJM_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But I might vote for McCain I really have no idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-1423679341850944377?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1423679341850944377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=1423679341850944377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1423679341850944377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/1423679341850944377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-wait.html' title='Oh wait'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575947102662288406.post-5786538986399226560</id><published>2008-10-16T17:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:11:16.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright Alright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.cafepress.com/image/15452375_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.cafepress.com/image/15452375_400x400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am exhausted and all i have eaten in the past four days is rtiz crackers and ramen noodles because I do not have time to go get food because i have so much homework. But alas tomorrow is FRIDAY and I am so very very excited for it. Also Kevin Jonas said that his favorite place abroad was Barcelona and I LOVE Spain so I think that this is one more reason that we need to be together. Otherwise today I learned that they guy I have a major crush on is really shy and I think that is really cute. Um what else i am really sleepy and almost fell asleep while taking my mid term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I am probably going to vote for Obama. After a lot of research it appears as if I agree with him a lot. But there is the fact that I am pro-life and I think McCain has a better Healthcare policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Natasha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575947102662288406-5786538986399226560?l=iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5786538986399226560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=575947102662288406&amp;postID=5786538986399226560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5786538986399226560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575947102662288406/posts/default/5786538986399226560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iaminthemiddleofnowhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/alright-alright.html' title='Alright Alright'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09512487966997994952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EJLIkZz4bEQ/SN_XI6fsNgI/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_RFvbK41kY/S220/Photo+29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
