<?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-7400813403293285818</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:08:08.637-07:00</updated><category term='harry potter'/><category term='pottery'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='lady gaga'/><category term='flogging molly'/><category term='university of washington'/><category term='the underground days'/><category term='stupid computers'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Christmas songs'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='movies'/><category term='utah'/><category term='fantastic'/><category term='vlog'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='zombieland'/><category term='floor'/><category term='thrift store'/><category term='spoon me'/><category term='tumblr'/><category term='brief hiatus'/><category term='band'/><category term='wizard rock'/><category term='project for awesome'/><category term='ALL CAPS'/><category term='ceramics'/><category term='french'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='p4a'/><category term='people'/><category term='punk is dead'/><category term='Elder'/><category term='Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles'/><category term='Krave'/><category term='college application'/><category term='egypt'/><category term='David Fincher'/><category term='darkroom'/><category term='ventura'/><category term='let&apos;s lumos'/><title type='text'>There's A Bear In The Woods</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-384227688712990280</id><published>2011-11-16T13:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T13:40:06.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back! Kind of.</title><content type='html'>I haven't written here for months, so if you don't keep up with my life on other various social networks, which I don't expect you to, you should know that I'm in New Zealand at the moment. Well. A lot of moments, I suppose. I'll be here until May 2012, and I've been here since June of this year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, it's cold and green here. People are friendly. They are also fond of the drink. That would be alcohol. Being situated in a university area, I easily see a good amount of drunk young folk about the town on a weekend night. I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy here! I'm nannying, which can be frustrating beyond belief, but overall the experience here is rewarding. I miss school, but I wasn't prepared to continue spending money on an education when I didn't know where I wanted to be headed. Nor was it my money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it here, but I would love to be home, too. I miss it. I have six months to go, and I'll make it, but it'll be tough. I know I'm strong enough to get through it, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've missed blogging. I'll try to keep it up over here, but I also write&lt;a href="http://samwiinz.tumblr.com"&gt; here &lt;/a&gt;once and a while for friends and family to read about what I'm up to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-384227688712990280?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/384227688712990280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/384227688712990280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/384227688712990280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back-kind-of.html' title='I&apos;m Back! Kind of.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-3285456184532472165</id><published>2011-05-08T23:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:03:37.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies.</title><content type='html'>I failed horribly at BEDA. I'm just not the blogger I used to be. I have nothing to motivate me. &lt;div&gt;I was thinking just yesterday how involved I was in the internet community just a year ago. More specifically, YouTube. Now, I don't even watch vlogbrothers anymore. I only watch disneykid1 and communitychannel. Random. I barely even post my own videos/music anymore. To be honest, I've just lost myself. I feel as though I should be worried, but I'm not. I literally have no plans on what I want to do with myself, or with my life, but I am indifferent at this point. It could be because I am listening to Fleet Foxes and am entranced and don't care about anything right now. Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel that I have a purpose. Not right now, anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I do have some news. It's not set in stone quite yet, but I might be moving out of the country for the next year to nanny. If I like it enough after the year, I might just continue nannying for a while while I figure out what school I am going to go to eventually. Utah State has crossed my mind. But so have some of the Art Institutes on the east coast. For film. It's my dream, and though not completely ideal...still obtainable. I don't like being told I can't do something I want to do. I want to do so much. Oh, so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also thought about pursuing music. But not the same acoustic stuff I've always done. I like making beats and loops, so I may turn out something with that. Or not. I don't know. I don;t know when I will know. Not now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is too long. Later days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the day: "Blue Ridge Mountains" by Fleet Foxes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-3285456184532472165?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/3285456184532472165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3285456184532472165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3285456184532472165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4672788897928662844</id><published>2011-04-21T21:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:04:55.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My roommates want me to record some music for them before we all move on the 30th. &lt;div&gt;Okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean. I've got like 4 demos done already so I guess..they'll get demos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I don't need to point out the fact that I've fail terribly at BEDA. I used to enjoy blogging, but if I don't ever get feedback I don't really feel the need to carry on more often than naught. Not. I don't even care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a super pessimistic mood right now. WEIRD. Considering I'm quite a happy camper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, the Song of the Day is by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LysZJBo2HI4"&gt;Wretch 32&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4672788897928662844?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4672788897928662844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-roommates-want-me-to-record-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4672788897928662844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4672788897928662844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-roommates-want-me-to-record-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-572582568182340143</id><published>2011-04-19T06:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T06:46:33.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up to two screaming children at my front door. Well, not my front door but my neighbor’s. They had to be like…idk, 3 and 4 years old. Apparently they got dropped off at their babysitter’s, my neighbor’s, and they’re dad had already left, but my neighbor wasn’t answering the door because the kids got dropped off early and they were still asleep. I probably only heard them because I live in the loft, not an actually room, so I don’t really have a sound barrier from the front door. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is, if you have kids who are 3 and/or 4 years old, CALL THE BABYSITTER EARLY. OR AT LEAST WALK THEM TO THE DOOR IDIOT. My goodness. Those poor little guys were terrified, and when I open my door they were on there way out to the street to go looking for someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, now I’m wide away and it’s only 6:30 am. I seriously just went to bed 3 hours ago. I’m tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just discovered one my roommates is probably eating my Clif bars from the pantry, considering their swift disappearance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/QUwxKWT6m7U"&gt;Back to December&lt;/a&gt; by T. Swift. I've been listening to this album (but mainly this song) a lot the last few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-572582568182340143?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/572582568182340143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-woke-up-to-two-screaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/572582568182340143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/572582568182340143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-just-woke-up-to-two-screaming.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7253028079467222017</id><published>2011-04-17T15:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:40:07.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newspapers: Dead? Packing Material? Art Medium.</title><content type='html'>Two days ago I stared this little art project that I'm hoping to expand on in the near future. Lucky for me, my school gives out free copies of The New York Times in almost every building on campus on a day bay, so I like to pick them up once and a while. Well, apparently I had been unintentionally hoarding a few of them in a pile in my room, back when everything in Egypt first started to erupt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought some 8" x 10" canvases and I'm starting to collage each issue onto one canvas. I've got one done completely, and I'm working on the second one. Each one will have the NYT title visible, along with the date and issue. There are pictures along with some headlines that I cut out throughout all the sections of each issue. The pictures are either visually appealing, or just important, or both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljtg47j9RD1qb31kdo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1303162788&amp;amp;Signature=XsbMPWRF9CTzkjb28m4m9WfhW98%3D"&gt;Here's the first one.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJH5Xr0dDas/TatcHDpSRUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wh5NuBBqX_o/s320/CIMG2826.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596668238245283138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just from an issue from this last week, but I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7253028079467222017?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7253028079467222017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/newspapers-dead-packing-material-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7253028079467222017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7253028079467222017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/newspapers-dead-packing-material-art.html' title='Newspapers: Dead? Packing Material? Art Medium.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJH5Xr0dDas/TatcHDpSRUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Wh5NuBBqX_o/s72-c/CIMG2826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-619515744138568989</id><published>2011-04-11T23:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:54:17.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Tired</title><content type='html'>I worked about 11 hours today. I opened this morning at 7 am, and just left the restaurant after 11pm, and I wasn't even a closer. I'm just slow at rolling my silverware.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I've been watching random episodes of the latest season of Degrassi, and I'm not exactly enjoying it, but for some reason I just can't stop watching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed a post yesterday. I just realized that. My bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I owe you guys a short short story. This week. Most definitely. I just have to finish one of the ones I've been workin' on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmCpOKtN8ME"&gt;Singin' In the Rain&lt;/a&gt;". So good. Probs my favorite musical via the big screen. I can watch it over and over and never tire of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-619515744138568989?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/619515744138568989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/619515744138568989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/619515744138568989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-so-tired.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-912679567125526935</id><published>2011-04-09T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:03:30.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BEDAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A BLOG POST. &lt;div&gt;Sorry guys, I just got home from mud wrestling/football, and now I have to get to work for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. This is a blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now go listen to some &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XTa_RQC8ZxA&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;Camera Obscura&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-912679567125526935?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/912679567125526935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/bedaaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/912679567125526935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/912679567125526935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/bedaaaaaa.html' title='BEDAAAAAA'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7939311755251391441</id><published>2011-04-08T15:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T15:15:44.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanna</title><content type='html'>This is a movie post. If you've followed me on the internet on any sort of various social network, you will know that a huge passion of mine is film and television. I get really into things that most people don't think really matter, including actors, movies, dates of movies releases, directors, shows and their actors, and I'm good at connecting actors to movies and other actors and/or directors. I find this stuff fascinating. So. There's that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanna was fantastic. I give it a 7/7 rating (on my obviously highly thought of scale). The action was mesmerizing, the acting just as good, the music was creepy in the way that it should have been. It was just altogether good filmmaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a big Saoirse Ronan fan ever since Atonement, I was eager to see this movie as soon as I heard about it a few months back. She was good enough to earn herself an Oscar nom for that film, and I would not be surprised if she gets another for Hanna, it being well deserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm going to digress for just a second and tell you this isn't a review, just in case you were wondering. I'm literally just expressing my love of the movie I just watched no more than 20 minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm a huge Kate Blanchet fan as well, and seeing her in this type of role was interesting. She makes an awfully good villain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Basically, if you like a good action/thriller/suspense film, go see Hanna. It's packed full of awesome, plus some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On a completely different note, &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?012n00ob3z8khbs"&gt;I made a playlist&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago for a friend to do homework to, and I've decided to share it with you guys. Click the link to download.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enjoy, and later days.&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/7400813403293285818-7939311755251391441?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7939311755251391441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/hanna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7939311755251391441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7939311755251391441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/hanna.html' title='Hanna'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-157776032394200161</id><published>2011-04-07T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:52:25.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childish Gambino</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to the sweet rhymes of Donald Glover for about two weeks now and I just can't stop. &lt;div&gt;But that's completely irrelevant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is relevant?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljbd0azVzE1qb31kdo1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;amp;Expires=1302327104&amp;amp;Signature=6DV6iEY2aKxWZ8KalLOchStoMw8%3D"&gt; huge ass pot&lt;/a&gt; my ceramics teacher threw in class today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he made another one in like, twenty minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INSANE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically I spent about 6 hours in the studio today and made about 3 things worth keeping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also. My hair is already getting longer, so all is well with the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is actually a total lie, considering Japan had another earthquake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, the world's ending, guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JK. I hope not, anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmk, I need to go catch up on this season of Lie To Me. Tim Roth ftw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Album of the Day: &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wf3jfc451d7ax0x"&gt;the latest Childish Gambino EP&lt;/a&gt; (click to download) and be warned, it defs needs a parental advisory label. but it's still good if you don't care about that. IF YOU DO CARE go listen to some Vampire Weekend. That's always nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-157776032394200161?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/157776032394200161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/childish-gambino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/157776032394200161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/157776032394200161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/childish-gambino.html' title='Childish Gambino'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-782575113985104447</id><published>2011-04-06T13:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:07:26.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Course I Did.</title><content type='html'>I forgot to write yesterday. My apologies.&lt;div&gt;In other news, my family has been in town and is leaving tomorrow. I'm kind of bummed, but at the same time glad I got to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I have been working on music. My roommates have told me that they want a CD of my music before we all move for the summer, which is at the end of this month, so I've been trying to get a head start of recording some songs for them. They are by no means high quality recordings, considering I don't really know how to edit/produce music very well yet. At least not as well as I'd like to be able to in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. That said, I will be electronically releasing a demo album in the near future, most likely mid-summer time. Along with that, if you're into wizard rock, I'm hoping to release a full length album at some point before the year ends. Sooner than later, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we're on the topic of HP, no, I wont be going to Leaky Con, no, I'm probs not going to Wrockstock 5 either. MONEY YOU GUYS. IT'S HOLDING ME BACK. Also, I'm pretty sure I'll be moving to another state in August, so travel during the rest of the year seems pretty much out of the question. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I do believe I have reached my limit for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpvQXovrzyQ&amp;amp;feature=artist"&gt;Generator ^ First Floor&lt;/a&gt;" by Freelance Whales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-782575113985104447?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/782575113985104447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-course-i-did.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/782575113985104447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/782575113985104447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-course-i-did.html' title='Of Course I Did.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5309256178409043722</id><published>2011-04-03T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:41:22.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Your Love Away With Me</title><content type='html'>Today I thought a lot about what I would pack if I wanted to go away indefinitely. Like clothing wise. Not that I'm thinking about going away indefinitely. But sometimes I'd like to, and sometimes it doesn't sound all that absurd. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just the thought of being somewhere different, somewhere new, even if for just a few days, sounds incredible. I would really like to just run away sometime for a week and fend for myself somehow for that amount of time, wherever I may be. Perhaps that will be my goal for 2012, instead of reading books or watching movies. I could just...go places. And write about it. Or not write about it. Which ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I think it might be lonely, if I did go on adventures like that. But then I remember that I'm the sort of person who enjoys going to movies alone and spending my afternoons reading in the courtyard outside the library downtown. Not that I don't enjoy the company of people, just not a lot of people understand me very well, I think. So I do believe this kind of traveling would be something I need to do alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where would you want to go for one week? Anywhere in the U.S., with 300 dollars in your pocket, not including the money it took you to get there. Where would you go??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's fun to think about. Let me know in a comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cbO80a8D78"&gt;Wait For Me&lt;/a&gt;" by Allison Weiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5309256178409043722?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5309256178409043722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-your-love-away-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5309256178409043722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5309256178409043722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/give-your-love-away-with-me.html' title='Give Your Love Away With Me'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7368833819905646792</id><published>2011-04-02T15:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:31:54.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I FORGOT BEDA</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious. The very first day of Blog Every Day in April and I forgot to blog. &lt;div&gt;Ridic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO. This is my introductory post. My post introductory post, rather, considering the circumstances. Anyway, I like to write, and sometimes I'm funny, sometimes I'm serious, sometimes I try to be funny and I'm not. Those are basically the three categories I can layout for you at this point. Assuming you continue to read this on a day bay. Daily basis. Kind of like reg bay, but not (regular basis). Keeping that in mind, I have decided to keep my posts somewhat not lengthly, as they can get at times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I will probably try and cut them up into a lot of unnecessary paragraphs so as to read them more easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It helps me to read blogs when all the words aren't jumbled together in this big long bulky thing going down the page. It's my own personal bit of Margo-ness, as opposed to the Capitalization of Letters That don't need to Be upper-Case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is already getting too long. I do hope you continue to read my blog though, even if not on a day bay. I will, in fact, make a some-what big effort to keep up the writing. I might even write a few short short stories for you. Those are like short stories. But. Well. Shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F354WFNL04k"&gt;Plane Crash In C&lt;/a&gt;" by Rilo Kiley &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7368833819905646792?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7368833819905646792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-forgot-beda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7368833819905646792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7368833819905646792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-forgot-beda.html' title='I FORGOT BEDA'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2971629224002880460</id><published>2011-03-31T16:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:47:17.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing Blog Every Day in April. &lt;div&gt;GET READY FOR IT YOU GUYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band of the Day: Childish Gambino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-2971629224002880460?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2971629224002880460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-doing-blog-every-day-in-april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2971629224002880460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2971629224002880460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-doing-blog-every-day-in-april.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1220742187034429402</id><published>2011-02-03T12:53:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T13:45:36.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egypt'/><title type='text'>What Are These Pictures Worth?: A Rant About the Goings On In Egypt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not going to pretend I know everything about &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/pages/world/middleeast/index.html"&gt;what is going on in Egypt right now&lt;/a&gt;, because I do not. I am, however, slowly but surely making my best effort to educate myself on the matter, as I am very interested in the history that is being made on the other side of the world. Regardless, it is still a world that I live in, andI feel like I need to learn about the everything in it that I can, including the people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Human beings populate this planet. Over six billion of them. It doesn't seem to matter how many times I tell myself that, but it always seems to surprise me. Six billion. Such a huge, vast, overwhelming number. If you know me or know a bit about me, you will know that I love people with all my heart. Although they never cease to confuse and frustrate me, I love them, as a whole, not necessarily individuals. I am constantly being amazed by people in a variety of ways; positive and negative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this time in Egypt, we are all given this great example of conflict between opposing sides and ideas. In my opinion, which is in no way professional in any way, I do not believe that there will ever be such a thing as world peace, and I don't think there was ever meant to be such a thing, as much as I hate to think it. The way I see it, we were all put on this earth to live our lives however the hell we feel like living them. We choose, we decide, we live. But we live together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing as there are six billion humans living all of their own lives together, there will always be conflict of some sort. I live in a house of five people and even that can bring tention in its own way. Don't you all remember school? Classrooms? (assuming you weren't home schooled, and if you were...then my apologies. Not for being home schooled but for being left out of this example.) How many of us have been witness to fights in the hallways or at the bus stops in high school because "so-and-so's ex was hanging out with so-and-so's bff's brother in law". Drama. I don't enjoy it unless it involves the teenagers of New York's Upper East Side and is shown to me via the CW on television. My roommates have recently classified me as someone who doesn't like conflict. Which is true, I do not like it one bit. But I solve it the best that I can. I don't like to avoid it, nor do I like to let people "argue it out" or what ever. If there is a problem on the horizon then I want to get involved in it and fix it to the best of my ability, and perhaps it will take some time. As much as I would like to insta-solve everything, I know that some things take time and steps to improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Egypt and everything that is happening with it's government and citizens and protestors and military and everything...wow. It is overwhelming, but understandable, though in no way does that justify all that is happening there. The saying "a picture is worth a thousand words" does not always apply. I have been picking up copies of the New York Times, complements of Dixie State College, and today's issue has a photo on it that leaves me speechless. As I turned to page A10 to continue my reading, I came across more images that just left me thinking. Does it count if the words are being said inside my head? Regardless, I didn't have anything to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does one say to all the violence and fighting? Stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a comment in the article from a man that says it is going to take steps to resolve the problems in Egypt, that it will take time. I couldn't agree more. Fights begin and battles come to an end, but it does not happen over night. Well. Sometimes it does, but as far as I know, it hasn't happened enough throughout history that we can expect that sort of outcome in this case. I like to focus on the good things in life, which is usually things like music and friends and family, personally. It's hard for me to see good things in the world when such bad things happen all over the world so often. But I try. I love all six billion people on this planet, as hard as it is to try and wrap my head around that number. I love people with all my heart, and I hope that things can get better soon. But hope is all I have at this point. I think it might be just enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://gimmetinnitus.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/12%20Generator%20%5E%20Second%20Floor.mp3"&gt;Generator ^ Second Floor&lt;/a&gt;" by Freelance Whales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TUsRKCT76UI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vChPoKTOqfk/s200/staff511cham-custom4.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 98px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569564228290603330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TUsRKSIpAYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Zf4mmPN09bo/s200/03egyptcham-custom9.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 98px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569564232538194306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/02/03/world/staff511cham/staff511cham-custom4.jpg"&gt;photo 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/02/03/world/03egyptcham/03egyptcham-custom9.jpg"&gt;photo 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1220742187034429402?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1220742187034429402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-these-pictures-worth-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1220742187034429402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1220742187034429402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-are-these-pictures-worth-rant.html' title='What Are These Pictures Worth?: A Rant About the Goings On In Egypt'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TUsRKCT76UI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vChPoKTOqfk/s72-c/staff511cham-custom4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-994708296604612309</id><published>2011-01-21T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:58:12.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Will Run (Hand In Hand) lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css"&gt; &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Cocoa HTML Writer"&gt; &lt;meta name="CocoaVersion" content="1038.35"&gt; &lt;style type="text/css"&gt; p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px} &lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p class="p1"&gt;I thought I would be clever and do the whole perentheses thing with this song. I never got why that was done. But I mean..it works, I guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand they'll watch the world before us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll watch it grow too much&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand they'll watch the world before they're eyes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and grow old&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;old and wise&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll run through the streets &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;wishing on worldly things&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll run through the world &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll run through the streets &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;wishing on worldly things&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll run through the world &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand they'll watch the world before us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll run through the streets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll run through the streets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;and they'll run through the streets&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="p1"&gt;hand in hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-994708296604612309?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/994708296604612309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-will-run-hand-in-hand-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/994708296604612309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/994708296604612309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-will-run-hand-in-hand-lyrics.html' title='They Will Run (Hand In Hand) lyrics'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5650372856272228302</id><published>2011-01-13T07:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T07:40:57.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year or whatever.</title><content type='html'>Nothing is different yet, so...yeah. I'll definitely update you when things change. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only applying to one art school for the fall, I've decided. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, it's cold. And I have a new Mac. And now I have no money. But that's all right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still working all the time, but I have 4 classes now as well. Advanced ceramics, screen printing, experimental media, intro to comm. design (again). Basically all design and art classes. I love it so far, but it'll be a lot of work. A lot of projects. And I'm trying to draw a lot more, just little things. I'm trying to draw about one thing every 1-3 days. I need to broaden my portfolio, but also just practice. Oh, and I've decided to be a tattoo artist, so if I don't get into art school right away I do in fact have alternative plans. Though I do plan on getting my BFA in drawing and/or painting eventually. And I would love to teach someday, but I think I'll probably be okay if it doesn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Giants" by Now, Now (formerly Now, Now Every Children)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On that note, you should really head over to &lt;a href="http://nosleepstore.com/artist.php?id=193"&gt;No Sleep Records&lt;/a&gt; and check out some Now, Now stuff, especially their new(ish) EP. It's swell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5650372856272228302?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5650372856272228302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-or-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5650372856272228302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5650372856272228302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-or-whatever.html' title='A New Year or whatever.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2952849284316452262</id><published>2011-01-05T02:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T02:37:29.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm feeling poetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, Beautiful Dreamer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;_________________&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And looking up towards the sky he wondered &lt;div&gt;When was the right time to dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the time to scream out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ask the heavens why,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why dreams are insanity waiting to be noticed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do our minds wander daily, nightly, every time that is most inconvenient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we dream? he wondered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And looking up into the depths of the white fluffy clouds he smiled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not for himself, but for the world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the world is beautiful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet the world knows not the beauty of itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but dreams are beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams are wonderful, wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He smiles at the beauty of dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, but to dream; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a beautiful thing it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be a human being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Keshara Bjorkman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Hello, I'm In Delaware" by City and Colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-2952849284316452262?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2952849284316452262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-feeling-poetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2952849284316452262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2952849284316452262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-feeling-poetic.html' title='I&apos;m feeling poetic.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-3884196492732296848</id><published>2010-12-01T22:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:24:23.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Interesting</title><content type='html'>Our generation has this fascination with other people's lives. There are some people we just love, whether it be on YouTube, tumblr, twitter, whatever. &lt;div&gt;But not everyone likes everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just thinking. Everyone wants to know about everyone else, and in that same fashion, we want everyone to know about us. Perhaps not everything, sure, but a lot more person shiz than what we should put out there. I feel like I want to put myself out there, but I don't know how. I mean, I write songs and put them on youtube, I write blogs on here once and a great while, and I have a twitter. But really, the only place online that I feel comfortable sharing my true self with people is my tumblr. That's one reason why I don't have it linked anywhere online, at least not intentionally or directly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I don't want people to find me. Maybe I just want to seek out those whom I find particularly interesting. I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know why I write on here anymore. I don't like to. I might delete it. Probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;a href="http://dft.ba/-6UV"&gt;"The Con" cover&lt;/a&gt; by Samantha Gill (wrists.tumblr.com) and Gabby Morales (jawlines.tumblr.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-3884196492732296848?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/3884196492732296848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3884196492732296848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3884196492732296848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-interesting.html' title='I&apos;m Not Interesting'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1897282578109830236</id><published>2010-11-18T12:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:45:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of An Era</title><content type='html'>OMFG YOU GUYS. HARRY POTTER IS ALMOST OVER. I mean, technically, it wont be done and over completely until July, but still. STILL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I wont be seeing a midnight premier of the new film which is coming out just hours from now. See, living in a small town that has the most ridiculous of theatres, I went to get my tickets and was told that "they had sold out a while ago". Wh-wait, what? A while ago? What, like, two hours ago? A week? Three days? I didn't ask, but rather just stood there feeling horrible about the fact that I wasn't going to be seeing the movie I had been waiting a year and a half for the second it came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, I could have bought my tickets earlier than Monday. Oh, but wait, I couldn't have. See, I have this thing called a job, and I had no money except for literally the change that I have been saving from tips and such. I then I got paid today, BUT IT'S TOO LATE NOW. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; have a chance to get a ticket for tomorrow. If I go by myself. Which I wouldn't mind doing if I didn't have to stand in line and look like a total loser wearing my Gryffindor shirt alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it will all work out, I'm sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, for something to get you started if you're not a wizard rocker, some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Songs of the Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Believe" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/howairplanesfly"&gt;How Airplanes Fly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Draco and Harry" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thewhompingwillows"&gt;The Whomping Willows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A House Grown With Ivy" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/letslumos"&gt;Let's Lumos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Seven Potters" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theremuslupins"&gt;The Remus Lupins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Good To See You Wallenby" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kwikspell"&gt;KwikSpell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1897282578109830236?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1897282578109830236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1897282578109830236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1897282578109830236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-era.html' title='The End of An Era'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4784932177634983902</id><published>2010-10-31T15:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:20:24.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Idea of Living</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the start of NaNoWriMo and I'm freaking out a little bit internally. Wait. Back up; those two ideas have nothing to do with each other. It is true, it starts tomorrow, but that's not why I'm freaking out internally. I'm freaking out because I have a paper due on Charlotte Perkins Gilman tomorrow at 9 am and I haven't even read everything for it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, by the way, I'm thinking of leaving school after this next spring semester. I'm not giving up, I'm just postponing my education for, let's say, three years or so. In fact, I wrote a post on this the other day over on tumblr, but I'll copy and paste it here for you to read:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(23, 23, 23); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is beatin’ me down, you guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m not doing well, in other words. I am currently passing 3 of my 6 classes, as far as I know, and I simply have very little motivation to continue onward. I know, I know. “OMG it’s one semester, get over it”. No. It’s school in general. Life, really. This little conservative town that I live in and all the expectations people have of me (or in some cases, lack thereof). I want to teach eventually, this is true, and yes, I have to go to college and such in order to do this. But at the same time…I want to live my life more right now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my roommates is a lot like me, in the sense that we both want to see the world, travel a lot, and basically live life to the fullest. Plus, she has amazing taste in music and movies. Anyway, she’s going to stop going to school next semester because she honestly doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life, and I think she just wants to stop and figure it out…meanwhile, she’ll be saving up to travel the world. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is an intriguing idea. The only thing that has previously stopped me from dropping out* of school is the fact that I would have to start paying my loans back, but I’m really not sure why I’m so afraid of that. I have the time, I’m capable, and I can do it. The thought of not going to school, of just working and saving up money to move to somewhere I’ve always wanted to go to is so tempting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing is that I’m very close to acquiring just my Associates degree, which isn’t much these days it seems, but it’s better to have that than nothing, especially if I end up needing another job at some point, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean…I could be looking at this the completely wrong way. I could be throwing away my future. But I really don’t see it as that; truthfully, I want to put my future on hold and focus on the present day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As human beings, we are bound to make mistakes and bad choices, but we are also able to take those experiences and learn from them. I feel as though I haven’t learned anything from my life in at least two years. I’m doing it all by the book, but I don’t want to be. I want to go to all the places I have never been before, and I want to live my life and make mistakes. I want to do something stupid and make new friends and write postcards home from wherever I happen to be at the time. I want to live in the NOW. Not the in-five-years-from-now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m pretty sure that this next spring semester is going to be the last one for me for a couple of years. &lt;strong&gt;I don’t want a plan to live by, I want a life to live. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. There’s that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I hate that the idea of dropping out has such a negative connotation attached to it. I know it’s stupid, but people really do look at you differently when you tell them you’re going to stop going to school. &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/7400813403293285818-4784932177634983902?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4784932177634983902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-idea-of-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4784932177634983902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4784932177634983902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-idea-of-living.html' title='My Idea of Living'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8682205732933808267</id><published>2010-10-13T13:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:42:30.517-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suggest You Smile</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest feelings a person can feel, in the personal opinion, is happiness. Now, happiness can have an exponential amount of components adding to the awesome, so to speak, like friendship, love, music, etc. But the thing that always sneaks up on me are other people. Not literally sneak up on me, but as in the ways I see people act on a day to day basis, generally within viewing distance, not to sound creepy. I people watch. We all do it. Like facebook stalking.&lt;div&gt;But I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was walking from the library down to the Hazy building so I could finish my design homework (which is where I am now, and am I doing my homework? No. I'm writing this), and it's about 1/3 of a mile or so, and I passed a lot of people. Not only was I stoked to grab a copy of The Sacred Wood essays by T. S. Elliot, but I had just come from the library, which is one off my favorite places to be now, apparently. The feeling of being around so much knowledge is just...overwhelming. And mesmerizing. Anyway, I was watching people as I walked, and saw a lot of blank faces, but I also saw some smiles, which cheered me up, and in turn made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, people feel that smiling without a reason to smile feels a little awkward, but I love the feeling. If I pass a person on the sidewalk that sees me smiling for no reason, perhaps it will make their day a little bit just as mine has been made by someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today...I suggest that you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and listen to music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Open" by Delay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8682205732933808267?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8682205732933808267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-suggest-you-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8682205732933808267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8682205732933808267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-suggest-you-smile.html' title='I Suggest You Smile'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8152670983924598360</id><published>2010-10-09T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T22:23:41.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>I'm moving out of my parents home in two weeks to go and live with some friends on the other side of town. It's not so much that I don't like living with my family, because I [kind of] do for the most part, but I want to be on my own. Pay my own rent, buy my own food, etc. Now that I'm at a point where I have a job that supports me well enough to do that...I'm doing it. &lt;div&gt;Luckily, my parents just got a new (used) car, so they're letting me have the Jimmy as my own. But, knowing my luck, that car will probably break before the end of next year. It's all good for now, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just started doing this thing where I write down things in my notebook during the day of things that I observe in classes and about people. I'm calling it 'research' for NaNoWriMo, justifying the idea of people watching to myself. Though, practically everyone does it, so I'm not sure why I find it weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd share that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still not sure if I'm going to keep building off the same story I was writing last year or start all over with a new one. I'll let you know, and probably share some of it with the interwebs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "The Con" by Tegan and Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8152670983924598360?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8152670983924598360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8152670983924598360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8152670983924598360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6010137719090807930</id><published>2010-10-03T12:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:57:50.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in Human Beings</title><content type='html'>I have noticed recently that I am constantly having to remind myself that we are all human beings. &lt;div&gt;It's hard to live, we all know this. Going through life is no easy task and there are always tough things that we go through, things that happen to each of us that are constantly changing us, making us a little bit different, whether it be for the better or worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only jobs that I've had so far in the last 4 years are in the food service business, generally having to do with customer service, therefore, interaction with people. Now, I love people. I love people with practically every fiber of my being, or something ridiculous like that. It truly is ridiculous, though. I enjoy the presence of others in my everyday life and I love to socialized and see others socialize, and know that we ar e all somehow supporting each other's happiness by simply being. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know that every single human being on this earth has flaws. As in multiple. No single person is perfect in this world, at least not yet (interpret that however you want). Personally, I love flaws. Flaws make us who we are, and they make it so much more interesting for us to interact with each other. Flaws lead to mistakes, which I also love. It took me several years to come to the conclusion that I do not have one single regret in my life. In fact, I am truly grateful for the mistakes I've made in the past. I love that we, as humans, can even make mistakes, let alone realize that it's okay to make them. We are a learning and reasoning species, but we are also impulsive. Our impulses and instances of being slightly off at times make us human beings, and I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When interacting with people at work and in the world and such, I get irritated, and, on rare occasion, angry. The thing that tends to help me reason with myself and justify why people are as such is to remind myself of just that: people are all different and they are people. Simply people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may be sociological and psychological reasoning behind why people are the way they are, but I choose to accept that people just are. They are. I am. We are. And you? Just simply &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6010137719090807930?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6010137719090807930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/believe-in-human-beings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6010137719090807930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6010137719090807930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/10/believe-in-human-beings.html' title='Believe in Human Beings'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1476202764086773785</id><published>2010-09-29T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:07:59.645-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories</title><content type='html'>When I'm at work - and otherwise, I suppose - I tend to do a lot of tedious and repetitive tasks, such as cutting heads of lettuce and buttering loaves of French bread. My point is, the only thing that I have on hand to entertain myself are my thoughts. &lt;div&gt;I am constantly day dreaming. The thing is, though, that my day dreams are all made up of stories, like written stories that I think up in my head. They're generally just short little things with no conclusion, perhaps not even a middle, but there are so much stories that I have begun and never finished. It's quite unfortunate that I forget them the moment I stop thinking about them. It would be nice if us human beings were able to literally file things away into our brains for use at later dates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about novels the other day, and how mind blowing some of them are to me. Obviously (maybe), Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings and Chronicles of Narnia are at the top of said mind-blowing-list-of-stories, but there is one other that came to mind as well that isn't quite as popular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably some of my favorite novels, simply because they take me so far from reality, are from The Keys to the Kingdom series. Now, you can find these books in the kids section of Barnes and Noble, and while it is about a young man named Arther and concerns a few other children as characters, I wouldn't recommend it for anyone under 13. Main reason being: it's extremely complicated. Every time I read the first book in the series, Mister Monday, I learn something new that I didn't see before. There are so many bits and pieces that go into this story it's incredible. I've never read books like it besides Harry Potter. Even then, the story is one of a kind. I really hope someone makes movies for them because I would love to see a visual interpretation of the imagery used by Garth Nix and his world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just going to end here and go read now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band of the Day: Broken Social Scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1476202764086773785?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1476202764086773785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/stories-in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1476202764086773785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1476202764086773785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/stories-in-my-mind.html' title='Stories'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-3119142525011755985</id><published>2010-09-24T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:13:54.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place Where He Was Born and Raised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;My day was weird. Not in the sense that there were weird events that took place, but it just feels weird in retrospect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to work at 7. School at 10:30.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was pay day, so, naturally, I went to the mall and bought two shirts, a hat, and a beanie. Whilst meandering the racks of hats at Zumiez (or whatever the hell it is), the girl that worked there started up conversation, and just straight up skipped the small talk, which was nice. We found out that we're actually both English majors but have never seen each other before. she's only got a semester to go, but still. It was nice to meet someone that I actually have something in common with. We also talked about Kate Chopin and how my Women's Lit. teacher is good, but hard (that's [kind of] what she said). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEGUE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't read the Chopin novel that I was supposed to read this week yet. It's just so...BORING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, I rode my bike about a mile [somewhat] uphill to my powder puff football practice today and just about died because I'm so out of shape. But I'm workin' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;on it! I'm starting to walk to school at least 3 times a week and riding my bike once and a while too. ALSO, eating better. Which I'm doing. Which leads me to my next topic: Passion tea. So good. That is all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I'm exhausted and trying to decide whether or not to read some sparknotes on The Awakening tonight. Probably not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and I cut my hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TJxBDabfrQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1HcfzFoNgL8/s200/hair2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520358770139442434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.4; font-weight: normal; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; "&gt;Song of the Day: "I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow" by The Soggy Bottom Boys, from the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-3119142525011755985?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/3119142525011755985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/place-where-he-was-born-and-raised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3119142525011755985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3119142525011755985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/place-where-he-was-born-and-raised.html' title='The Place Where He Was Born and Raised'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TJxBDabfrQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1HcfzFoNgL8/s72-c/hair2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5705103054173007154</id><published>2010-09-20T00:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:29:09.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Excessive Use of ALL CAPS</title><content type='html'>Oh, dear goodness, I have not written anything for a good while. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, my life at the moment consists of work and school and trying to do my homework but not actually doing it, but somehow still getting it done right before class starts. It's a complicated process; takes years to learn, decades to perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I never wanted to be one of those people who's life seems completely out of control and busy, but that's definitely me at the moment. Perhaps not &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; out of control, but it's intense. I haven't had much time to do music stuff lately, which is a bummer since I'm planning on releasing a demp EP album for Foundation of Fair Fortune in November for Wrockstock. I'm expecting that things will just work out for the best and I'll get it done on time, but who knows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's break things down a little:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School consists of me taking too many credits: History, Women's Lit, Grammar, Comm. Design, Intermediate Ceramics, and Human Development. TOO MANY I TELL YOU. Next semester this will not be happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of reading to do that I often don't get done on time to talk about it in class. But I try to get it done after, all the same. Also, I have two library books that are like, a week past due. Just remembered. Bugger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work happens every day. Some nights I serve, some nights I cook, and at least twice a week I work in the morning before classes. Which sucks considering how hard it is for me to wake up in general, let alone in the morning before 7 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my free time, if I get any, I listen to music, which has lately been a lot of The Midnight Beast and Mumford &amp;amp; Sons. And the new Ingrid Michaelson single. I also read. Slowly but surely. (I swear, I've never met anyone who reads slower than I do)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plans for the future??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Northern Utah next weekend. So excited. I'll be seeing people that I haven't seen for over a year. And possibly playing a little acoustic set for some friends at a party on Saturday. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, I turned 20 last week. nbd. Seriously, not a big deal. At all. I thought there would be some sort of psychological thing that would happen, and I'd freak out because I'm not a teenager anymore (because I'm constantly nostalgic for my high school days and don't like change that has some sort of significance like turning 20). BUT NOTHING HAPPENED. Not yet anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Booty Call" by The Midnight Beast (it's now available on itunes worldwideeeee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm moving out of my parent's house (Again. I've already done this for my freshman year of college but then I came back.) in about 3 weeks. I'm staying in the same town, but about 5 miles or so north of where I am now. ALSO, I know pretty much all the words to at least 4 of The Midnight Beast's songs. In case you were wondering. Also, AGAIN, I got a new tattoo. It says "I go to seek a Great Perhaps" in a type writer-esque typeface. I love it. My mom...not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5705103054173007154?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5705103054173007154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/excessive-use-of-all-caps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5705103054173007154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5705103054173007154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/excessive-use-of-all-caps.html' title='Excessive Use of ALL CAPS'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7436588731710627844</id><published>2010-09-13T23:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:52:10.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I was afraid I'd eat your brains</title><content type='html'>I feel like if we all listened to The National and Mumford &amp;amp; Sons the world would be a better place. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had a good birthday. Better than I anticipated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I'm still irritated at the fact that Paramore and Tegan and Sara aren't playing anywhere near Utah on their tour right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, since I last wrote, nothing's changed. I'll let you know when something does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the day: "Conversation 16" by The National&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7436588731710627844?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7436588731710627844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-afraid-id-eat-your-brains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7436588731710627844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7436588731710627844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-was-afraid-id-eat-your-brains.html' title='I was afraid I&apos;d eat your brains'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-573604592882114295</id><published>2010-09-06T23:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:52:14.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and Emotions</title><content type='html'>I just watched Mysterious Skin. I just...I..hmm. I can't even begin to explain what I'm feeling right now. It's like whenever I watch Boys Don't Cry or The Virgin Suicides. I just feel...empty. Not sad, necessarily, but nothing good comes from it, either. It's just a feeling different than what I'm used to. I'm not sure what it is or how to describe it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you without any morals when it comes to watching movies, like myself, I very much recommend all of the movies I've mentioned. But if you do not fit into that category, I don't recommend them. They're for people who can sit down and watch a film and be fine with whatever happens next. They are very real movies. Very real. Not the real that we all strive to live with in our everyday lives, but the real that those less fortunate than us encounter throughout theirs. The fact that actors can retell the stories of these people and these things that actually happen amazes me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Mysterious Skin. Now, I know pretty much every person (obviously there are exceptions, but roll with me here) loves Joseph Gorden-Levitt. And I'll be honest: that's why I added this movie to my Netflix queue. BUT I loved Brady Corbet's bit in this movie. Now, I first saw Corbet in Funny Games when I watched that last year, which is just another one of those movies that screws with your emotions, but in a different way than Mysterious Skin. But that is another blog post. Anyway, just seeing the ways that their two characters worked in this movie was incredible. I would elaborate, but I don't really want to get into the plot and such. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason I feel inspired. To do what, I'm not exactly certain of, but something. I just want to create something that can evoke as much emotion in others as some films can do to me. That's always been a goal of mine: to make people feel. It sounds a little odd, but it's something I want to accomplish at some point in my life. Whether it be with words, written or vocal, with music, with art, with anything. I just want to make people feel what I feel right this second, so that they can at least know what the hell I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://mp3muffin.com/train/whiteblank.mp3"&gt;White Blank Page&lt;/a&gt;" by Mumford and Sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-573604592882114295?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/573604592882114295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/movies-and-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/573604592882114295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/573604592882114295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/09/movies-and-emotions.html' title='Movies and Emotions'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7697333393627345082</id><published>2010-08-26T21:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T13:48:11.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a Restaurant Server: Part One</title><content type='html'>My first ever job was expediting pizzas and busing tables at Chuck E. Cheese's. I eventually moved up on the food chain to host birthday parties for loud children and their sometimes rude parents, and everyone's favorite (though not really), dressing up in the Chuck E. costume and walking around as a giant gray mouse with really awesome shoes. I ended up in the kitchen doing food prep and cooking, which is the area I've worked in ever since. &lt;div&gt;Until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And...I like it. I like going back to serving and being around people and smiling and taking food orders and refilling drinks. That's weird, right? Yeah, probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, tonight was my 4th night training this week, and I got to take some orders and such, and, lucky me, all of the tables whose orders I took were from some other country. I think France, but I can't be totally sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, the thing about the restaurant where I work at now is that we're right next to a hotel, and St. George is actually quite the tourist town since it's right next to Zion National Park and 2 hours from Bryce Canyon. We get a lot of people from out of town, and often out of country. Which I have absolutely no problem with...except that they can barely understand me and I can barely work out what they try to say to me in their guidebook-English-speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was an interesting night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Turnpike Ghost" by &lt;a href="http://www.steeltrain.net/"&gt;Steel Train&lt;/a&gt;. Also, Steel Train's latest album is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Steel-Train-Amazon-Exclusive-Version/dp/B003TOWF5W/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dmusic&amp;amp;qid=1282886354&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;on sale for 3.99 on amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; right now, which is insane, because it's probably one of my favorite albums of the year, besides The National's High Violet. And for the record, I like the Tegan &amp;amp; Sara cover of that song about as much as I like &lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7thrjJnG21qzechoo1_500.png"&gt;Sara's bowl cut&lt;/a&gt;. So, not a whole lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just in case you were wondering, "Touch Me Bad" is my favorite song right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7697333393627345082?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7697333393627345082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/tales-of-restaurant-server-part-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7697333393627345082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7697333393627345082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/tales-of-restaurant-server-part-one.html' title='Tales of a Restaurant Server: Part One'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5374354702260534552</id><published>2010-08-24T22:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:56:36.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today. [Plus Some]</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up, went to work, school, home, school, bank, WalMart, Barnes and Noble, school, home, work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything was non-stop. Whenever I sat down to rest, I remembered I had something else to do. I just had a lot of business to take care of, a lot of errands to run, a lot of work to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still waiting for my financial aid money. I need to go back to the F.A. office yet again in the morning in order to figure out what's wrong; I've done everything that I was told to do, so where's my money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. I'm incredibly tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Love the Way You Lie" by Eminem ft. Rihanna. Such a great song, and a pretty good video to go with it. I can't...stop...listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided that what I've written previously is not satisfactory. Therefore...more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've written about 3 or 4 songs for RTC (Reorganized Trench Coats), and I love them. Unfortunately, I'm not getting a Mac anytime soon, so my hopes of recording with Logic Pro and adding drums and a string orchestra to my music will have to wait until I can start saving for the appropriate materials. So, after Wrockstock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the middle of the last season of Bones. I'm still completely in love with it, so that's good. Also, I got all caught up on True Blood, with the exception of the last episode. I need to figure out how to watch Weeds now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to see Erin today for about 5 minutes. She stopped by my work on her way up to BYU. I was glad to see her for even just those few minutes. It's tough to live so far away from my best friends, even if some of them now live in the same state as I do. There's still about 4-6 hours between us, depending on whether we're talking about BYU, The U, Weber State or Utah State. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of BYU and The U...&lt;b&gt;it's football season again you guys. &lt;/b&gt;I don't really watch sports on TV unless it's the World Cup or the Olympics, but I will watch Utah's football games. I'd love to go to another one sometime, it's been 2 years now since I was there last. One year since I was up in Ogden last...hopefully I can pull off a visit in October sometime. I miss that town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel grateful that I have ADD. I mean, yeah, I definitely hate it most of the time. It's frustrating beyond anything I can think of. Think. That's the idea, isn't it? I think so much it's incredible. So much. If I had to describe what ADD was like in my mind, I would say that I have so many thoughts going through my head all at once that it's hard to focus on just one thing at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forget what I'm saying while in the middle of sentences on a daily basis. I tell myself that I have to make a list of things to do because I'll forget to do them...and then I forget to make that list. I can't fall asleep easily/early because my brain is so darn busy doing stuff, even when I'm tired, like now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was a sophomore, my English/History teach told me to write down everything I was thinking in order to sort out my frustrations and gather my thoughts, so to speak. I told her it would be hard, but I'd try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entire blog is a product of me writing everything that I'm thinking to the best of my ability. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the basis for me doing all of this in the first place. I don't care if you read it or not. I probably wont even ever read it again, I just need to be able to let my mind wander free as best as it can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever that means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha. Okay, song of the day for Wednesday: "ADD S.U.V." by Uffie ft. Pharrell Williams. Also, "Pop the Glock" is probably one of my favorite songs, just so you knoww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5374354702260534552?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5374354702260534552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5374354702260534552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5374354702260534552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html' title='Today. [Plus Some]'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8879040451775193396</id><published>2010-08-16T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:59:44.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage, Rage</title><content type='html'>Today, I got overly excited about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle"&gt;villanelles&lt;/a&gt;, mainly because I first got overly excited about Dylan Thomas's&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_not_go_gentle_into_that_good_night"&gt; "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night"&lt;/a&gt;, which is probably one of my favorite poems. Anyway, the whole reason I even looked the poem up is because that main line, do not go gentle into that good night, popped into my mind for some reason or another, and I had remembered reading it Captain's class*, so I Googled that line to look up the rest of the poem.&lt;div&gt;Now, if you're keeping up with my life** via &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kayshayyy"&gt;twitter &lt;/a&gt;and/or tumblr, you would [possibly] know that I'm restoring an electric guitar. I've been trying to decide what I want the body of it to look like, so just today I choose to go ahead and put some text on it. It's going to be dark green with all the metal pieces gold plated (&lt;a href="http://www.guitarfetish.com/Wilkinson-Vintage-Fender-Style-Gold-Tuners-Six-for-Strats-and-Teles_p_890.html"&gt;tuners&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.guitarfetish.com/zoomify.asp?catalogid=406&amp;amp;img=/assets/images/products/tremsarms/D13_b.jpg"&gt;tremolo&lt;/a&gt;, tremolo bar, &lt;a href="http://www.guitarfetish.com/4-Gold-Speed-Knobs-Set-of-Four_p_390.html#"&gt;volume and tone knobs&lt;/a&gt;, etc.) and hopefully I can eventually get some &lt;a href="http://www.guitarfetish.com/zoomify.asp?catalogid=1033&amp;amp;img=assets/images/thumbs/gfsprlipigo.jpg"&gt;gold lipstick pick ups&lt;/a&gt;, but they're expensive, so they might have to wait. Anyway, it'll be green, gold, with a &lt;a href="http://www.guitarfetish.com/60s-Tortoiseshell-SSS-Pickguard-fits-Strat_p_50.html"&gt;tortoise shell color pickguard&lt;/a&gt;, and over the green paint on the body, I'll put text in gold. Most likely the last two lines of the poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Do not go gentle into that good night.&lt;br /&gt;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news that's slightly related, I wrote a song concerning this poem and tumblr earlier today. Hopefully I can eventually get it recorded for you guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I think...that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Song of the Day: "In The Past I Was An Astronaut" by Yellow Ostrich &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Film of the Day: Clueless (1995). I've never seen it and am about to watch it...now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS - Weeds started it's 6th season today. I can't watch it, personally, because I don't have Showtime, but if you do...check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Captain is what everybody called the senior AP English teacher. She's pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;**I wouldn't be if it weren't my life, so no worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8879040451775193396?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8879040451775193396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/rage-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8879040451775193396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8879040451775193396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/rage-rage.html' title='Rage, Rage'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6117628661084589637</id><published>2010-08-11T21:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T22:06:41.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Seem Meaningless</title><content type='html'>I'm writing a new song right now, but I have no idea what the lyrics mean. &lt;div&gt;This tends to happen often; I simply write the lyrics because they sound good. That's it. No secret tricks to my lyrics. In fact, they're kind of bizarre most of the time because they make no sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After writing them, I like to try and find mean behind them, like perhaps create some sort of analogy to my own life if at all possible. But it's usually quite a reach when I do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking about writing some country songs for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Enjoy the Silence" by Depeche Mode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6117628661084589637?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6117628661084589637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/words-seem-meaningless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6117628661084589637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6117628661084589637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/words-seem-meaningless.html' title='Words Seem Meaningless'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6734177323138884604</id><published>2010-08-10T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T21:45:51.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is Near, Thank Goodness.</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to branch out with my reading. I typically don't read anything but young adult fiction, and I've yet to find many books outside of that genre to convince me otherwise. I enjoyed Rum Diaries by Hunter S. Thomson, but other than that...nothing. So if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know, I'd really like to read about more than just angsty teens for the rest of my life*.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been patiently waiting for school to start and it's just about here. Two more weeks. I'm quite excited to start learning again, along with procrastinating and not doing my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I'm not really sure how I got straight A's last semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to spend those two weeks making things, which is what I should have been doing this entire Summer, really, but have only dedicated a fraction of my time to doing. I've come up with another idea for a 7 piece art project**, I need to come up with a new design for some Foundation of Fair Fortune shirts and make the screens for those, and I'm slowly (but surely) restoring an electric guitar. Also, I started out 2010 in hopes of finishing 40 books that I've never read before, but I'm afraid to say that I'm still only at 15. I need recommedations!! It's kind of odd, but I don't like choosing books to read for myself for this sort of thing. Just one of those things. Though I'm not sure what those things are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Dream Catcher" by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/unicornkid"&gt;Unicorn Kid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Though I really do love it for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I did a 5 piece project I called "BElieve" for my drawing final last Spring that involved graffiti. This new one does not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6734177323138884604?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6734177323138884604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-is-near-thank-goodness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6734177323138884604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6734177323138884604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-is-near-thank-goodness.html' title='School Is Near, Thank Goodness.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4824555218272162359</id><published>2010-08-08T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:12:20.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>John Green and The Little Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My cousin read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; last week and told me today that it’s the best book he’s ever read. He also said that it was the first book that ever made him laugh out loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I gave him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Looking For Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; to read on his drive back home to California tonight, and he was already 40 pages into by the time he left my house, so excited to read another John Green book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It’s the little things in life like this that make me so incredibly happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;On a side note, all of my John Green books are currently not in my possession, which is annoying because I had just started re-reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;LFA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;. Now I have to go buy more. Again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Song of the Day: "Give Chase" by Tegan and Sara. It's actually an unreleased track that you can only hear live versions of, but it's still pretty brilliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4824555218272162359?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4824555218272162359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/john-green-and-little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4824555218272162359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4824555218272162359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/john-green-and-little-things.html' title='John Green and The Little Things'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-176579651291425997</id><published>2010-08-05T23:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:05:54.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts From Today That May Or May Not Be Interesting And/Or Relevant</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stood on the edge of a cliff that was about 2000 ft. tall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Germans like to go to Zion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lightning ruins everything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always check for cactus before climbing up a rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's best to not let squirrels guard your back pack&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother talks too much, not that I didn't know that already, it was just emphasized today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching The Lion King at least once a year should be mandatory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People are so awkward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to move back up to Ogden and go to Weber, but I feel like something inside of me is scared to do so for some reason&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE taking things apart and looking at their insides, and by things I mean electric guitars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nature is so incredibly beautiful it's ridiculous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I want to move to Nashville/Franklin, Tennessee after college if I can get a teaching job there and I haven't gone to Canada yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My other choice would be Minneapolis, Minnesota &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beavers do not climb trees and flamingos can, in fact, fly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the day: "With Arms Outstretched" by Rilo Kiley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film of the Day: The Sword In the Stone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-176579651291425997?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/176579651291425997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts-from-today-that-may-or-may-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/176579651291425997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/176579651291425997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts-from-today-that-may-or-may-not.html' title='Thoughts From Today That May Or May Not Be Interesting And/Or Relevant'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6233259339742778560</id><published>2010-08-04T02:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T03:01:02.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Too Young, They're Too Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about doing BEDA again this month after having done it throughout the month of April, but then I remembered I'm taking 19 credits this semester, which starts in the middle of the middle of the month. I felt like I shouldn't try and commit to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my week has been...interesting. On Sunday, I literally just stayed in my pajamas all day watching Bones and playing guitar. I worked Monday morning, but I ended up never sleeping Sunday night, so just went to work at 6 am extremely exhausted. After work, I got one hour of sleep, watched some more Bones, then went back to work for 4 more hours at 5 pm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up falling asleep that night at 11, which I don't think I've done for literally years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, my brother, Andrew, and and my cousin, Karina, and I went to see Karate Kid, which impressed me, to say the least, though the original will always have a special place in heart. We also painted birdhouses and discussed primary colors and shading techniques. Well. I discussed. They kind of listened and asked me art questions, which was fun for me, regardless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't written a now song for a while, but I think I'm going to try and sit for a bit tomorrow after work and figure out a new tune of some sort. I'm not sure if I want to do wrock or regular...maybe both. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired. I work again tomorrow. Well, in 3 hours, actually. I should probably attempt to get some sleep, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;i&gt;"Hard To Explain" &lt;/i&gt;by The Strokes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - I'm doing a Blogtv show on Thursday night! I'll play some songs, talk to friends, just kind of chill. Should be fun. Follow my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kayshayyy"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; for updates if you feel the need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6233259339742778560?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6233259339742778560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-too-young-theyre-too-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6233259339742778560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6233259339742778560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-too-young-theyre-too-old.html' title='I&apos;m Too Young, They&apos;re Too Old'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1962782167505605519</id><published>2010-07-30T16:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:39:05.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a Restaurant Kitchen Worker: Part Two</title><content type='html'>It's a dangerous world out there. I didn't know how dangerous until I started working with industrial size Hobart mixers. Sure, I love me a good KitchenAid stand up mixer, they come in handy with practically every baking recipe, but believe it or not folks, size does indeed matter. &lt;div&gt;Okay, so I didn't exactly have a bad run in battle with a giant bread dough mixing machine, but I got a bruise on my knee and a few good scratches on my hands. I work in the bakery department of a state-wide franchise pizza place, which means I basically make everything except the bread and pizza dough. Cookies, crab, jell-o, and pasta salads, a variety of calzone fillings, two kinds of pies, chocolate mousse, apple crisps, etc. All from scratch. I actually very much enjoy my job, because I like cooking, and for some reason I'm a fan of continuous cycles of activity, i.e. doing a small task over and over and over for a good half hour or so. Like portioning 8 ounces of an Italian calzone filling into a small plastic bag...25 times. I find enjoyment in the little things in life. There's generally a logical reason for the enjoyment, but sometimes I just simply like the repetition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was cleaning the smaller of the two giant mixers the other morning after making a raspberry jell-o salad, and whilst wiping the machine free of pink splatters, the metal gate/splatter shield fell off the machine and onto my leg. Perhaps I should let you know i was kneeling on the ground, or else the previous statement doesn't make any sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up with a lovely welt, relatively the size and color of a plum. It's slowly fading, but still. I haven't been that bruised for a while, it was odd to know that it came from a kitchen accident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story, folks, is that there is danger everywhere...I just didn't expect it to come after me in the form of a &lt;a href="http://www.bestovens.com/used/HOBART-D300-PLANETARY-MIXER.jpg"&gt;Hobart mixer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was my attempt at writing something different for once. Still all about me, but a different take on me, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Bring It On Down" by Missing 23rd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Show of the Day: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460627/"&gt;Bones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1962782167505605519?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1962782167505605519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/tales-of-restaurant-kitchen-worker-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1962782167505605519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1962782167505605519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/tales-of-restaurant-kitchen-worker-part.html' title='Tales of a Restaurant Kitchen Worker: Part Two'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-467354869260581412</id><published>2010-07-18T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:55:19.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to my drive to California on Tuesday morning. Long drives alone are good for thinking. And also for good music listening, which generally helps out the thinking process. In my opinion, anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't done a long drive alone since September, but I'm excited to go again. I''ll be making up some playlists tonight and tomorrow in preparation. And also doing a lot of laundry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really have much else to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll take pictures and such, I'm sure, perhaps even some video. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck and a safe drive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; "Sailing To Nowhere" by Broken Bells. The Shins + Gnarls Barkley = Broken Bells. For the most part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-467354869260581412?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/467354869260581412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-road-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/467354869260581412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/467354869260581412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-591660112051981977</id><published>2010-07-15T23:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:38:40.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Your Home, Change Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Keep in mind that this is just my opinion. I listen to and enjoy &lt;/i&gt;much&lt;i&gt; more music than that which I reference in this post.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Can we just take a moment to appreciate how awesome music is? I mean, I know I'm a total music nerd, and as I've said before, in no way do I think of myself as an all-knowing music buff, but I am passionate, and I think that's the most important part. &lt;div&gt;I realize that &lt;a href="http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-care-about-car-music-suggestion.html"&gt;I just wrote a music post a couple weeks ago&lt;/a&gt;, but I feel like I didn't quite express my love for the beautiful stuff as much as review and recommend a few artists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't read music. Well, actually, I can, but it takes me way too long to sight read, and I just don't like doing it. I like sounds, not symbols. I may regret not learning how to further advance my skills in reading music in the future, but for now, I am quite content with tabs and sounding out things by ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I owe a lot of my 80s music knowledge to my mom. Singing songs from Into the Gap by Thompson Twins is one of my favorite childhood memories. And dancing along to "Rio" by Duran Duran when I was little. I'm so glad that I still have most of those tapes and records in my possession now. Scritti Politti, The Smiths, Depeche Mode, Talking Heads...she had good taste. Same with other music genres: Steel Pulse is still one of my favorite reggae bands to this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a surprise that I didn't know who Led Zeppelin was when I entered high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never was brought up on classic rock, but I quickly learned, and immersed myself in the fantastic tunes, perhaps too much at times. That led into my love of hard core punk rock, and then into my punk phase during my sophomore year of high school, which I do not regret one single bit. How I do miss the local punk shows and mosh pits...but I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout my punk phase, I learned of something called indie rock: I surrounded myself with Rilo Kiley, The Shins, Death Cab, Tegan and Sara, the works. Probably still my favorite type of music to this day. Regardless of how much I love The Doors, I will choose Rogue Wave over "Crystal Ship" any day. Though perhaps not over "The End". My point is, I love the feel good sounds of The National more often than the acid trip sounds of "Dazed and Confused". I want to hear listen to Tegan &amp;amp; Sara's The Con on repeat for 2 weeks straight, intertwined with some Eisley and Now, Now Every Children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that doesn't mean I don't have my Taylor Swift and Jason Mraz moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love music. I love lying on my back on the floor of the empty room next to mine in the basement, doing nothing but letting the sounds of Iron and Wine wash over me. Every once and a while, I tear up when I listen to "Passenger's Seat" by Death Cab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was once asked by a friend of mine what sense I would rather lose if I &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to pick: Sight or Hearing. I said sight. Sure, I can be moved to tears by the sight of a beautiful piece of art or a film shot, but try watching Amelie or City of God without the sound. It is &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; without the music to guide it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;"Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks" by The National, from their High Violet album. Perhaps my favorite of the year so far. That I've heard anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day&lt;/b&gt;: Bottle Rocket (1996). I'm in the middle of it. Love it so far. Also, Inception just came out about 35 minutes ago. Probably seeing it tomorrow in between work shifts if possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-591660112051981977?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/591660112051981977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/leave-your-home-change-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/591660112051981977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/591660112051981977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/leave-your-home-change-your-name.html' title='Leave Your Home, Change Your Name'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4524017446343189600</id><published>2010-07-11T01:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T02:06:55.354-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no ideas for a catchy title today.</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not, I've been busy lately. Not like 'omgz i have no time for anything', but I have been more busy than I generally tend to be, which is saying a lot since it's summer and I spend way too much of my time on the interwebs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next week is going to be a little crazy. I'm actually kind of nervous about it, which is weird, but it's probably because I haven't had to do so much in one week for several months now \, so I'm just freaking out a little bit internally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I work everyday except Wednesday, and I'm closing dish 3 of those nights, which I'm NOT looking forward to, seeing as it is probably the worst job within the food service industry. As for opening in the bakery in the mornings, I'm getting a lot faster at everything and have most of the recipes committed to memory now, so things are going a lot more smoothly in that department. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's still incredibly hot here in southern Utah, and I am still not used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to go to Zion sometime soon, but I don't see that happening for at least another two weeks, after I get back from Salt Lake City for Jen's wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'm going to SLC for a wedding in a week and a half. I'm so excited! I haven't been up there since last September for my birthday, and I haven'y even seen Jen or Shannon or Bre or Lindsey for over a year now. It's insane. I've missed my Weber buddies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of college, I am excited for school to start up again next month. I'm taking 19 credits, which is kind of a lot, especially for me, considering I haven't ever taken more than 13 at once before in the last 2 years. In any case, I'm excited. A little nervous, but excited nonetheless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be taking American Civilization (basically US History), Human Development (... psychology? Or close to it), Elements of Grammar (yay English major classes), Intermediate Ceramics (I've missed the wheel...), Beginning Spanish II (me gusta mucho), and Communication Design, which is just a the very basic starting course for anyone interested in Graphic Design. Of which I am. So. There we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been playing guitar a lot more lately, not really writing so much as practicing and improving. Or trying to at least. I have motivation to do so lately, so I'm just going to roll with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I did write a song last week that I really like. It's called Weird Kids, and I would really like to expand on it a bit more, though the chorus is pretty set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I need to head off to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Lipstick" by Lemuria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film of the Day: Good Will Hunting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Inception comes out next week! Stoked. And check out the trailer for Let Me In, it looks pretty awesome, and not just because Chloe Moretz is in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4524017446343189600?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4524017446343189600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-no-ideas-for-catchy-title-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4524017446343189600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4524017446343189600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-no-ideas-for-catchy-title-today.html' title='I have no ideas for a catchy title today.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-281634941342513349</id><published>2010-06-30T11:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:10:45.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care About The Car - a music suggestion post</title><content type='html'>This is definitely a music post. As I'm sure you know (at least if you've read a few of my posts) how much I love music. I wont get into &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; again. Not now, anyhow.&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am so incredibly grateful to have such a passion for music, and the motivation to actually search for new bands and artists to listen to on a daily basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'd basically just like to inform anyone reading this of a few bands to look at now and search for in the future, because I think that they could be legendary (or close to it), regardless of whether or not they make it to the "mainstream" music scene, so to speak.  In no way do I consider myself as a professional music critic or anything, but I do believe I have good taste in music. So there's always that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nownoweverychildren"&gt;Now, Now Every Children&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard about this group a few months ago but never really gave them a listen until last week, and then an even better listen last night. My favorite songs by them are Cars and the acoustic version of In My Chest, both available for a listen on their MySpace, which I've linked, just in case you didn't click on it already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only do I love Cacie's voice (the lead singer...obviously), but just the overall sound of their music is something you don't hear everyday, which is always refreshing. They are fantastic in my mind, and a real inspiration to me, as a musician and otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the faster, more dancy-ish stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/unicornkid"&gt;Unicorn Kid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this guy thanks to the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/talktoanimals"&gt;Talk To Animals&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;MySpace (I'll mention more about that down below..), and within the first 3 seconds of every one of his songs, my mind was completely blown by the catchy, awesome, dare I say it, &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;, dance/techno/electronica tunes. I haven't really found out yet for sure, but I believe it's just one person, and I think he's around my age, seeing as he's still in school. But regardless, he has a great talent for making great music to move to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unicorn Kid does a remix of a Talk To Animals song (available for a listen on his MySpace, as is linked above). Talk To Animals is pretty cool too, especially if you're kind of into the indie/hipster music scene. Which I guess all of these artists are for you in that case. They're all a bit different of a sound than what society as a whole is used to listening to, that's for sure. But that as very rarely a bad thing in my opinion. Anyway, they are definitely good for dancing to as well. And we all know (well maybe not all of us) how much I love to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I may be a bit late to jump on this bandwagon, but &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/paperroute"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paper Route&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has recently found it's way into my life as well. Good tunes, for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fun"&gt;Fun.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; has been on a few of my playlists as of late. Their last album, Aim and Ignite, is quite good. I love their sound, [just about] all of their songs are so catchy. The guitarist of Fun., Jack Antonoff, is also the singer for &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/steeltrain"&gt;Steel Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, who just released a great album themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mentioned in one of my last posts, &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/sleighbellsmusic"&gt;Sleigh Bells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is just another one of many artists that has become a part of my musical life. They are definitely different, and may take some getting used to. Just don't cast them out right away if you aren't sure about their sound. I didn't like them at first, then I listened to them again a few weeks later and fell in love with their chaotic, good sounding noise. And then proceeded to almost blow the speakers in my car because they have so much bass in their songs and I have crappy sound in my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think of these artists! Be sure to give them all a listen, or at least listen to some of one song from each of them, yeah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy listening, and later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-281634941342513349?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/281634941342513349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-care-about-car-music-suggestion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/281634941342513349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/281634941342513349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-care-about-car-music-suggestion.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care About The Car - a music suggestion post'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5830507408208934064</id><published>2010-06-27T13:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:06:35.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar On the Asphalt</title><content type='html'>Instead of watching the Mexico game right now, I'm sitting in my basement/room listening to Jimmy Eat World's first album and waiting for my laundry to dry. But aparrently Mexico is losing, so I'm not too bummed about missing it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 15 minutes I'm going to a work BBQ/party thing for Brick Oven. That should be...interesting. I'll just leave it at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, this post is kind of pointless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I would like to say that I'm excited for Wrockstock in November. And on that note, I wish I could record my songs with more legit equipment than my one cheap condenser mic, ridiculously complicated and ghetto software, and classical guitar. But, alas, life is not always fair. unfortunately. But why can it not be??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask myself that all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose everything is possible, right? Perhaps the possibilities have just yet to present themselves in my life. Hopefully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm going to go on a short tangent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to play music. I don't care if I get played on the radio or only have a small group of fans or something, but I want to record an album with someone who can actually produce it, and I want to tour the US and Canada, at the very least. I think this has always been a suppressed dream of mine, in the sense that I've always thought it was a neat idea but I never saw it as an ideal thing to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have recently changed my mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize it's kind of a big ambition, but I've got the time, I'm only 19. I just want to live my life to the fullest, however cliche that may sound. But it's the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. I need a drum set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Bleed American" by Jimmy Eat World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: The things I get the most compliments on are my purple jeans and blue watch. I'd like to thank Target for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5830507408208934064?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5830507408208934064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/sugar-on-asphalt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5830507408208934064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5830507408208934064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/sugar-on-asphalt.html' title='Sugar On the Asphalt'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8384799295995153362</id><published>2010-06-24T18:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:21:47.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>Okay folks. Confession time. &lt;div&gt;I know for a fact that I'm not the only one who does this, but it's still weird to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dance. A lot. I know, I know. It's ridiculous, right? But I do, and I've even found that the times I dance the most are when I'm by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it's just because I feel more comfortable that way or what, but it's been getting out of hand, people. Whenever I cook/bake, I like to turn on music to listen to, and even when it isn't dance-type music, I dance to it. In the kitchen. While baking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dance when I clean my room to, which actually isn't too often, but still. Or when I'm bored, I dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all seriousness though, I love dancing, even if I look like a total idiot. Though...no one is usually around to confirm that, so I could perhaps be an incredibly amazing dancer, who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how many of you actually read my blog, but if you do you you know that I designate a "Song of the Day" every time I put up a new post. So here's my question to you: &lt;b&gt;What is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;your&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; song of the day?&lt;/b&gt; I want to know what you all are listening to. So leave a comment telling me what you're hearing, or what you wish you were hearing, or what your favorite thing to hear is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night, and later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Crown On The Ground" by Sleigh Bells. This band is pretty darn unique. I like to describe it as good sounding noise. If you listen to it you'll know what I mean. Also, it is very much an acquired tasted, in fact, the first time I heard it I was kind of like, "What the hell is this", so be warned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I am legally blind without my contacts or glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8384799295995153362?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8384799295995153362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-dance-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8384799295995153362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8384799295995153362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance Dance'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1665819822045233646</id><published>2010-06-20T03:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T03:44:31.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rooftop Crows Nest In A Sea Swell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was a rather successful day in terms of creativity and friend making.&lt;div&gt;In the creativity corner (quite literally, considering that's where my little craft table is in my room) I've finally finished the homemade ghetto screens for the shirts I'm going to be making and selling at Wrockstock for Foundation of Fair Fortune. It took a little bit of trial and error to get to the finish line with this project, but it's worked out now, so all is well. Now I just need to actually get the shirts and print on them, which sounds simple enough, but I have this feeling that something is bound to go a little bit wrong at some point, knowing my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I need to finish my cross stitch project I started a few weeks back. I'm just about half the way done with it, and it's going to take another little while to finish. I'll have to tackle that this next week. Other than that, I just have the drawing I'm doing on a piece of cardboard with a Sharpie. It looks great so far, and I'm enjoying the mediums a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the friend making, I went to a bonfire down in Arizona tonight, just across the border about 10 minutes. Even though we made the fire in the correct spot, the cops still came by and got made because we didn't dig a pit for it or something..? So they made us put it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TB3glzX6uFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OO4YWGlsefw/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TB3glzX6uFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OO4YWGlsefw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484786861257439314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, about half of the people there were friends of friends, but we all got along like we'd known each other before tonight, which was fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the bonfire incident, we went to Denny's, seeing as it was 1am and none of us wanted to go home yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm home, and ready to go to bed...except that I still need to prepare a lesson that I'm teaching in Church tomorrow. But I think I'm just going to read over the lesson right now, and then finish prepping for it in the morning before the Brazil game comes on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "That Was the Worst Christmas Ever" by Sufjan Stevens. Even though it's techinically a Christmas song, I listen to it all the time, because, well...Sufjan is amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film of the Day: The Three Musketeers (1993). Only now have I realized how bad of a movie this really is, but how I still enjoy watching it anyway. Also, why, if it is set in France, are there American and English accents only? No one in this film has a French accent and it kind of bugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I learned how to roll pizza dough with the big machine thing today at work. I love working in the kitchen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1665819822045233646?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1665819822045233646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/rooftop-crows-nest-in-sea-swell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1665819822045233646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1665819822045233646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/rooftop-crows-nest-in-sea-swell.html' title='Rooftop Crows Nest In A Sea Swell'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/TB3glzX6uFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OO4YWGlsefw/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4951211546052528028</id><published>2010-06-19T00:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:06:12.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes, Dreams, and Other Things</title><content type='html'>I've lately been questioning things. Mainly hopes and dreams, and the pursuit of such things throughout life. &lt;div&gt;People have always said, "Life's not fair." Well...why the heck not? Why can't life be fair? Who was the person that said it could not be fair, and who are they to continually tell me such? Sure, things happen and life sucks once and a while for various reasons, those reasons varying from little things to drastic life changing events, but why are there so many people in the world willing to accept that that is the way things are? You work through the tough, through the pain and hurt, the frustrations. You strive to find happiness once more, or if you've never had it, to discover it for the first time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life can be fair, there is absolutely no reason it should not be. Whether you are religious, or don't believe in any higher power beyond what is on this earth, there is no reason that you should not believe in something great like happiness, or love for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I changed my major to English, I've been second guessing myself, asking myself if this is really what I want to do. And I know it is, but why can I not do more? Just because it isn't typical to do more than one thing in life as a profession does not mean I can't do it in &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I signed up for a Communications Design class last night because I've been extremely interested in graphic design lately, and thought I could see if I enjoy the very basic essentials of what that specific degree and/or life choice has to offer. If so, I'm thinking I might get my masters in graphic design. I know I'll continue my education further once I have my bachelor's degree, I've always had that goal in mind, but it wasn't until recently that I decided to go in a completely different direction than what I'm doing now. I want to finish what I'm doing now, there's no doubt about that, but once I've graduated, I want change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like most people fear change a little bit, but are eager to have it in their lives all the same. I think this is why I want to live in so many places in the years to come. I want stability and continuity, but I can always do more. There is always more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In conclusion...wait no. I hate that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In summation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have the chance to live well, and we all have the ability to choose how to do that. So do it well, and, ultimately, be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was kind of a rant of a blog post, my apologies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band of the Day: &lt;a href="http://www.thehiddencameras.com/"&gt;The Hidden Cameras&lt;/a&gt;. At the moment, I'm quite enjoying the song "A Miracle" and, though I probably shouldn't love it so much, "Steal All You Can M*********r". But if I were you, I'd at least give the first one a listen. I have yet to even come close to listening to all of their tunes. This is very much the kind of music I strive to make, personally. Just laid back and chill.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact: Even during the ridiculously hot St. George summers, I sleep with a comforter on me. I like to be cozy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4951211546052528028?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4951211546052528028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/hopes-dreams-and-other-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4951211546052528028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4951211546052528028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/hopes-dreams-and-other-things.html' title='Hopes, Dreams, and Other Things'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7727237283038551168</id><published>2010-06-18T02:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T03:10:03.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is the Day</title><content type='html'>The day that Toy Story 3 comes out in theatres. &lt;div&gt;I was talking with some friends yesterday about how it's been 11 years since Toy Story 2, and 15 years since the very first Toy Story movie. It's incredible how much time has passed, because it really doesn't seem like it's been that long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's really all I had to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that I can't see the England World Cup game tomorrow because we don't have ESPN 2 or something. Bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Brooklyn is Burning" by Head Automatica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film of the Day: School Ties (1992). Very good movie. Matt Damon, Brendan Frasier, Ben Affleck, Chris O'Donnell...quite good acting in their younger years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: The only assigned reading I actually read in high school were &lt;u&gt;The Advenures of Huckleberry Finn&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/u&gt;, Romeo and Juliet, and &lt;u&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/u&gt;. Oh, and &lt;u&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/u&gt;, which nearly killed me. Everything else I either read bits and pieces of or didn't read at all, and I rarely used sparknotes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7727237283038551168?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7727237283038551168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7727237283038551168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7727237283038551168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/today-is-day.html' title='Today Is the Day'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-67879903265921325</id><published>2010-06-13T17:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:10:54.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ache.</title><content type='html'>I've had a headache since about 9pm last night. &lt;div&gt;No bueno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some news from my bosses yesterday at work that I'm going to be trained in the bakery part of the kitchen this week. I was super excited because I've been wanting to learn more lately and this is the perfect opportunity to do so. The catch: I have to be at work at 6am. Which means waking up around 5:15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know, I absolutely despise mornings and generally tend to sleep in as much as my mom allows. In fact, it is extremely difficult to pull myself out of bed before 10am. I don't like doing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I think this getting up at the crack of dawn (quite literally, unfortunately) thing will do me some good. Help to regulate my sleep schedule that has been out of whack for the last year and a half. Plus, I'm just excited to be able to learn all this new stuff and get a few more hours under my belt. It'll really help paying for Wrockstock to be a lot easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of traveling, I'm really thinking about going to visit Canada sometime next year. I would be going to, or around, Kitchener, Ontario, seeing as that's where Devin lives. I would love to go to Vancouver and Montreal too, eventually. I also need to start paying off the interest on my student loans. I also kind of want some new speakers for my car. And a drum set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, alas, money does not grow on trees, and I've recently come to accept the fact that not having everything I want right when I want it will make me happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I would be stoked to have a drum set right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "What's It Feel Like To Be A Ghost?" by Taking Back Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Taking Back Sunday was a product of my 'me wanting to be super cool by listening to super cool music' phase during 9th grade, I think that they are probably in my top 10 most favorite bands to this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I own the first 4 seasons of Weeds and the first 3 seasons of Dexter on DVD, seeing as they are my two favorite shows, followed closely by Skins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-67879903265921325?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/67879903265921325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/67879903265921325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/67879903265921325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/ache.html' title='ache.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6479421257496700264</id><published>2010-06-03T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T17:18:00.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>Ah, simple. Simple simple simple. &lt;div&gt;And now I've just been reminded of that one nursery rhyme about Simple Simon trying to buy a pie at the fair but not having any money to do so. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the point I was trying to make, yet I just took 2 minutes of my time to grab my 37 year old Mother Goose book off of my shelf to look that up. I LOVE having A.D.D. Except not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, simplicity. It's a grand thing. My old art teach, Mr. Clancy, used to tell us "keep it simple stupid" whenever we were thinking too hard about something. I think he threw the "stupid" part in there just so that it would spell the acronym* KISS correctly. But regardless, he had a point, and not just with art, but with life in general. Keep it simple. Don't over think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not really a shy person, but people think I am because I don't really talk a whole lot when you first meet me (usually-there are occasions where this isn't really an issue; I guess it just depends). It's not that I'm shy, but I just don't really have anything to say, though I talk if I do have something on my mind that I want to share aloud. I don't like bombarding people with words and talking just for the sake of doing so. Obviously if I'm having a conversation I'm not going to be mute, I'm going to carry on speaking, but I feel as though so many people need to have noise around them all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am completely content with awkward silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Own Your Own Home" by Rogue Wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I've seen Prince of Persia twice since it came out last week. And I'd easily see it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I just had to type "letters standing for words" into Google because I could remember "acronym". It came up right away too. Three cheers for Google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6479421257496700264?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6479421257496700264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/simplicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6479421257496700264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6479421257496700264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6889157466421250322</id><published>2010-06-03T03:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T04:01:57.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Worries</title><content type='html'>I'm still here! I honestly kind of forgot about blogging for this last little bit, and the last few weeks have just flown by. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life as of late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been listening to an excessive amount of Tiesto, Danny Dementor, An Horse, Chiodos, and Rogue Wave. And of course Tegan and Sara. I don't think I ever stop listening to them, so that doesn't count. I also seem to be heading back to my screamo/hardcore/lots-of-double-bass phase. I'm okay with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still reading my 40 books! I'm only on book 15 right now because I'm such a slow reader, but &lt;a href="http://reorganizedtrenchcoats.tumblr.com/post/641872690/book-fourteen-i-chose-this-book-because-the"&gt;I finished The Chocolate War last week&lt;/a&gt;, and it was AMAZING. Or at least worthy of being my third favorite I've read so far this year, after &lt;u&gt;Hunger Games &lt;/u&gt;and &lt;u&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work about 2 to 4 days a week (generally it's closer to the 2 times a week mark) washing dishes until 1am. &lt;b&gt;It's great fun. I wish I could do it every day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to play my Foundation of Fair Fortune songs a lot so as to learn them completely by the time Wrockstock comes around. I haven't signed up for the Willow yet, seeing as the signups for it just opened yesterday, but I'll probably get around to that today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I've been trying to do is play every song I've written for FoFF about twice through every time I pick up one of my guitars (I got a new guitar, I don't know if I have mentioned that here yet). That way I can hopefully perfect them to my liking, maybe change some lyrics or music, but just overall get a good feel for every one of them, since there are a good amount. Though I'm still not sure which ones I'll end up playing for my 30 minute set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last couple of days I've been working on a t-shirt design for FoFF. I came up with one I really like, so I'm in the process of making up some ghetto silk screens for it (like...&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; ghetto) to see if it'll work out. If it doesn't, I'm going to end up making something more simple, probably just some cool looking text. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also decided to record a demo EP to have available at Wrockstock, so that should be fun to work on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just this week, I've decided that I will be spending most of my financial aid/loan money for this coming semester on my text books and a new laptop. More specifically, a Macbook pro, most likely 15". So that should be exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also thinking about getting this set of bells that I spotted at a pawn shop the other day. And by bells, I don't mean like, church bell bells, but bells you play with mallets. They're basically a small xylophone, but made of metal, not wood and/or fiberglass.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I have for you for now. I'll try to update again this week, I have a lot of spare time right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then, later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "No You Girls" by Franz Ferdinand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I wont be able to visit Ventura this year again until Christmas, most likely. There's a small chance of an October visit, but it's quite tiny as far as chances go. It's unfortunate, and kind of weird, that I can't go, because I still feel like it's my home, having lived there for basically my whole life, but I have to accept that my home is here now. Especially since I'll be here for &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; 2 more years finishing school. After I graduate, I'm off to Canada. Or somewhere that isn't Utah. Preferably a blue state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6889157466421250322?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6889157466421250322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-worries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6889157466421250322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6889157466421250322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-worries.html' title='No Worries'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5902517953719264520</id><published>2010-05-26T21:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:58:23.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On and On</title><content type='html'>When I go to read a blog and see that it's a million miles long, unless I'm in a particularly good mood, I won't read the whole thing unless it hooks me right from the start. I'm just being honest. And I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one. So I've decided that I'll stop writing such huge posts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My computer is a piece of crap (otherwise known as a PC) and it got a virus two days ago. I've yet to take it somewhere to get repaired, or whatever happens to it now, but it's annoying to not have all my stuff that is currently being stored on that hard drive. Thank the lord I have my music and pictures backed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm doing the honesty thing right now (even though I always try to be as bluntly realistic and honest as possible anyway) I'm going to give it to you straight: I'm done with summer. I've been on break for about 3 weeks now, and I'm so bored. I want school back. I'm excited for my classes to start in the fall. I have NEVER been excited for things like the fundamental elements of grammar and the human life cycle. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "I've Got Friends" by Manchester Orchestra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I put up a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33Vww_PVu3Q"&gt;new vlog&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5902517953719264520?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5902517953719264520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-and-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5902517953719264520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5902517953719264520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-and-on.html' title='On and On'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5089214398758778565</id><published>2010-05-24T04:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T05:34:02.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the underground days'/><title type='text'>Part 4: Death Cab and Random Strangers</title><content type='html'>During the summer of 2005, I hung out with my cousin Jenna and my good friend Lauren on a daily basis. On the weekends we spent our time at the Underground at night and sleeping during the day. Now that I think about it, I feel like our summer was something out of a young adult novel: Parents were nowhere to be seen, or at least rarely seen, and they seemed like the most pointless part of our lives at that point in time. We made an effort to get away from our homes and our families, to be free and live how we wanted to, regardless of whether or not we were only 14 or 15. &lt;div&gt;Also on a daily basis was music, most notably Death Cab For Cutie. There were other artists, such as The Shins, Tegan and Sara, and Rilo Kiley; it was definitely the summer of our discovery and love for indie music. The main songs that come to mind are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.minneapolisfuckingrocks.com/mp3/07%20Transatlanticism.mp3"&gt;Transatlanticism&lt;/a&gt;" by Death Cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://lostinyourinbox.com/resources/music/08%20Passenger%20Seat.mp3"&gt;Passenger's Seat&lt;/a&gt;" by Death Cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://hoolihost.com/wibble/sound/10%20We%20Looked%20Like%20Giants.mp3"&gt;We Looked Like Giants&lt;/a&gt;" by Death Cab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://mygonzalez.com/myspace%20files/Music/08%20Walking%20With%20a%20Ghost.mp3"&gt;Walking With A Ghost&lt;/a&gt;" by Tegan and Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://podcast.fredflare.com/boombox/data/playlists/01_julie/07.mp3"&gt;Speak Slow&lt;/a&gt;" by Tegan and Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://soundonthesound.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/06-rilo-kiley-jenny.mp3"&gt;Jenny, You're Barely Alive&lt;/a&gt;" by Rilo Kiley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://home.comcast.net/~cianciarulo/03_Portions_For_Foxes.mp3"&gt;Portions For Foxes&lt;/a&gt;" by Rilo Kiley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://subpop-public.s3.amazonaws.com/assets/audio/2385.mp3"&gt;Kissing The Lipless&lt;/a&gt;" by The Shins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://poom-plastick.com/radioblog/sounds/The_Shins-Caring_Is_Creepy.mp3"&gt;Caring Is Creepy&lt;/a&gt;" by The Shins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a good little playlist to perfect sum up that summer and how it felt to us. I'm listening to it now as I write and different memories are flowing through my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before July 4th three boys came over to my house. Matt. Morgan. Nathan. I think those were their names. Jenna, Lauren, and I were there, no one else. I didn't know the boys. Actually, I knew Nathan, or Nate. But the others, not so much. But I didn't care. I never cared about anything. I just wanted to fit in and be a chill person that everyone wanted to hang out with, which eventually ended up happening, but I soon after realized that having a social life didn't mean I had to disregard the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of them was smoking on the front porch. I was worried that the neighbors would be suspicious about them, so we all went into my garage, where there was an extra room added on to the back of it. I had painted a giant wave on one of the walls, with reds and yellows and blues. And we had put our hand prints on the wall with paint. There were white Christmas lights up around the edges and an open window with no glass, but only a screen. I had put folding lawn chairs around the room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my place. My spot that I went to where I could be by myself and think and listen to the previously mentioned playlist in peace. Or with Jenna and Lauren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another memory is one from about 4 months after that last one. By this time I no longer lived in the house with my garage room, unfortunately. I loved that house. It was in midtown Ventura, two blocks east of Ventura HS, which was a perfect spot for short boarding the hallways. Anyway, my mom got married, our family grew, and so we moved to another house, which happened to be in a completely different city about 20 minutes away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While living there I didn't make any friends because I still went to school in Ventura everyday, and Jenna was sleeping over constantly. When ever she did sleep over, we would just go into my room and sit, letting incense burn, leaving the one window that could open just barely cracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the day, light came in through the two small windows high up on the wall above my bed, the ones that couldn't be opened. At night we generally would just open all the windows and blinds so that we could see the moon and the stars, and the revolving lights from the tower at the Camarillo Airport would shine in through the little windows every 4 seconds or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On one night in particular I remember that we were sitting in the darkness, Jenna laying on my bed and me sitting on the floor, leaning on the side of the mattress and box spring. I was playing my guitar quietly because it was really late, and I was playing the classical songs that I had needed to practice earlier that day. I remember Jenna falling asleep while I played, and I also remember that I could barely keep my own eyes open, but I was enjoyed plucking at the strings so much that I literally fell asleep with my guitar in my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up barely a few minutes after dozing off, but I still remember a certain peace that I felt that night when I was playing. I remember that I could leave the window open because it was so warm out, and we were on the second floor of the house in a gated community, so there wasn't any worry of someone trying to break in or anything. I got up from sitting and put my guitar away, turned on the Death Cab mix that we were still constantly listening to, at a low volume, and laid down on the floor and fell to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remembering these things makes me so happy, because I remember being so incredibly happy when they happened in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, dear readers of my blog, get a hold of those songs if you do not have them in your possession already, and the next time you're laying in bed at night and can't sleep, turn on a Death Cab For Cutie song. Lay there and listen to it. Relax. Don't think except to think of good things. Feel happy, feel peace. Close your eyes and just simply be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later Days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5089214398758778565?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5089214398758778565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-4-death-cab-and-random-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5089214398758778565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5089214398758778565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/part-4-death-cab-and-random-strangers.html' title='Part 4: Death Cab and Random Strangers'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5111346182478202792</id><published>2010-05-22T02:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T03:51:44.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel It In My Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just so you're aware, I'll be jumping around quite a lot. It's 3 am and I have A.D.D. That's just how my brain works. Actually, my brain works like that all the time, the fact that it's 3 am is completely irrelevant. I'll also be taking a page from &lt;a href="http://hayleyghoover.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hayley G. Hoover&lt;/a&gt;'s book, so to speak, and using asterisks* for a little bit of background story wherever I see fit. Which means I'll probably use way too many of them because I tend to go off on tangents a lot. For example, this introduction/explanation is far too long because I rambled too much. Enjoy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My favorite quote is "I go to seek a Great Perhaps", the last words that were said by Francois Reblais, a French writer from the Renaissance period. Now, those of you who have read &lt;u&gt;Looking For Alaska&lt;/u&gt; by John Green can probably guess that that is where I first heard of this quote*. I love this quote. It was actually my senior quote**, and people continually were asking me: Why that quote? What does it mean? &lt;i&gt;Who&lt;/i&gt; said it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously (well, unless you've never read &lt;u&gt;LFA&lt;/u&gt;, then it's not so much) the quote brings back the memories of reading John Green's fantastic book. I've only read it one full time, plus I read about 1/3 of it about a year ago during the summer. I then lent it to my cousin, and haven't seen it since, so I'll probably have to buy yet another copy because that was my second. But I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact that I've only read it once changes absolutely nothing. I remember the exact day I started reading it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was during my junior year of high school, and it was a Wednesday. I know this because I had Physiology on Wednesday mornings and on this particular day I ditched and was sitting in Mr. Geib's 9th grade English class because my "friend" Mia was in it. I guess she was my friend, but the friendship was short lived. Anyway, I was there instead of where I was supposed to be. Not surprisingly, this happened about once or twice a month***. Before I ended up in Geib's room, however, I had pulled an all-nighter, my first ever, in fact. The day before, I bought two books at random from Barnes and Noble, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Looking-Alaska-Printz-Award-Winner/dp/0525475060"&gt;Looking For Alaska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by &lt;a href="http://sparksflyup.com/"&gt;John Green&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Secret-Julie-Anne-Peters/dp/0316702757"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Keeping-Secret-Julie-Anne-Peters/dp/0316702757"&gt;Keeping You a Secret&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by Julie Anne Peters. I stayed up all night reading the latter of the two from cover to cover (it's also quite good). I immediately started &lt;u&gt;LFA&lt;/u&gt; around 5 am that Wednesday morning because I just had the reading bug. I ended up leaving my house at 6, went to get a donut and a Monster energy drink****, and then went to seminary at 6:30 with the only thing on my mind being Miles Halter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So. After Geib's class, I don't really remember the rest of that day, probably because I was so tired. When I got home I took a nap. That I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is that the quote reminds me of the book, which then makes me happy and sad and incredibly curious about life after death. And even just life in general. That's the thing, see. A Great Perhaps. What is it?? I believe we each have our very own individual Great Perhaps in each of our lives and that we will either find it or we won't. Not everyone will. Some will search for it, some will not, but regardless of whether or not we are looking for it, it's out there, whatever it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, I know what I would like my Great Perhaps to be, but I have no idea if that is what it is, if that makes any sense. Personal revelation versus actual revelation. What is and what I want to be are not the same thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't generally come off as a religious person, but I truly am. I grew up in the LDS Church, and I am still a member, though perhaps not your traditional Mormon. I side as liberal in most political situations, have tattoos, and watch rated R movies on a regular basis, which isn't quite the norm down here in extremely conservative Southern Utah, but I still love my Church. I believe that physical death is just that: physical. Otherwise, I think we will all go on to bigger and better things after death, in a sense. Whether or not my Great Perhaps is then or now is information that is beyond me, but I like to think it's one or the other, and that I will find it someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night and later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0LO6v43YCo"&gt;Feel It In My Bones&lt;/a&gt;" by Tiesto featuring Tegan &amp;amp; Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I can't sleep at night if I'm thinking too much, which means that I generally can't ever sleep at all because I'm always thinking, and at quite fast rates. I was prescribed a generic Ambien sort of thing to take to help, but anyone who is street smart about drugs (whether you do them or not) knows that Ambien can be a little weird if you don't go to sleep when you take it. Well, I once forgot that I had taken it. Everything was fine, and after about 30 minutes, I stood up from being seated and found that I was, to put it bluntly, high. Therefore, I must be careful and remember that I did in fact take my meds. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*If you've never read it, I recommend it, it's truly one of the most thought provoking and heart wrenching coming of age stories I've ever read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Funny story: I wasn't actually &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; my yearbook senior year. I changed schools in the middle of the year, and I didn't make it into my new school's yearbook, but I was still in the old school's. Regardless, the old school wouldn't let me buy a year book from them because I was no longer a student with them...even though I had been for 3 and a half years prior. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***For the record I got a D in Physiology because I never turned in my work. It was probably one of my favorite non-art classes in all of high school though, and I still remember quite a lot from it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****I'm allergic to all energy drinks, more specifically taurine. For some reason my body never reacted to it until last summer when I got an energy booster in my Jamba Juice smoothie and I proceeded to break out in hives, which was weird for me, seeing as it was the first time I had ever been allergic to anything. I narrowed down taurine because I did some research and found out that it was the only ingredient from the boost that is also in Rockstar juice energy drinks (and all others), which is what I drank the second time I broke out in hives last October when I was studying for a nutrition test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5111346182478202792?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5111346182478202792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-it-in-my-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5111346182478202792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5111346182478202792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-feel-it-in-my-bones.html' title='I Feel It In My Bones'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6122027247402339855</id><published>2010-05-20T03:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T04:24:10.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chance To Sell My Soul</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that I have what I'd call a close relationship with the band Toad the Wet Sprocket, figuratively and &lt;a href="http://kesharab.blogspot.com/p/literally.html"&gt;literally&lt;/a&gt; speaking, I haven't listened to them in quite a long time. Just a few minutes ago I turned on the Toad station on &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/kayshayyy"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt; and "Desire" came on, which is from their Coil album, if I'm not mistaken, which was...I think their last album before the split. Anyway, I don't have that album anymore because it was stolen out of my mom's truck several years back, along with pretty much all of their other albums that we owned of theirs. Because I only have about 30 of their songs on my itunes I haven't heard many of their songs for a while, which is annoying because my favorite Toad songs are all on the Fear and Coil album, whereas I've only got the P.S. - Greatest Hits album thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a point to this, but I've seemed to lost my way. Basically, I miss the 90's. I don't care if I was born in 1990, I actually have a surprisingly good memory and can recall things from my past back into 1993. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss 90's music a whole heck of a lot, even though it wasn't my favorite at the time, I listened to a lot of Steel Pulse, Elvis Presley, Fleetwood Mac, and Depeche Mode when I was a kid. I was just cool like that I guess. And that's just what my mom listened to. I really started getting into the 90's alternative rock stuff probably around the time when the 90's ended, around 2000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been one to listen to the radio, but I do remember when I got my very own CD/tape player and I discovered that I had the ability to record things on tape from the radio. Which I did often. In fact, just a few weeks ago, I was cleaning out the back of my car when I found an entire box full of tapes that I've collected over the years from garage sales and thrift stores, and probably my mom, and I found several tapes labeled "Radio Mix" or "Radio Mix 2" or some crap. I also found a "Dance Mix" containing various artists such as Aqua and Spice Girls, which I completely forgot I was into when I was like, 7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Toad: I miss it. And now that it's back in my life, so to speak, I dig it and am so grateful for such awesome music in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Songs of the Day: "&lt;a href="http://ia201143.eu.archive.org/3/audio/toad1996-08-20.flac16/toad1996-08-20t04_vbr.mp3"&gt;Desire&lt;/a&gt;" (I could only find a live mp3 file, my bad) and "&lt;a href="http://www.blogbahamas.typepad.com/WalkOnTheOcean.mp3"&gt;Walk On the Ocean&lt;/a&gt;" (which you've probably heard before).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact about myself: I have small nervous ticks (just one of the many perks that come along with the ADD) in my hands and face. It's awesome, let me tell ya. /sarcasm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6122027247402339855?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6122027247402339855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/chance-to-sell-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6122027247402339855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6122027247402339855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/chance-to-sell-my-soul.html' title='A Chance To Sell My Soul'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8024274473290728910</id><published>2010-05-18T01:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T01:51:49.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I miss doing things that I'm not supposed to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to go swing at the playground at the elementary school across the street from my school today around 8pm. Fortunately, it stays light out until around 9, and the weather was cloudy but there was a nice warm breeze out. In my opinion, perfect swinging weather. I sat there for a while without actually swinging, and just thought about when I was 14 and went to parks and swung on swings and proceeded to walk around town into the late hours of the night with the most random people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My point is, I miss not having to worry. I miss not having to be a grown up, having to go to college, keep a job, be an example to my brothers, and actually thinking about what I'll be doing this time next year. I miss the times where I didn't have to care so much. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm happy and all, but I could easily be happier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;It could be raining.&lt;br /&gt;/inside joke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Song of the Day: "Camp Out" by An Horse. I'm loving these guys lately. Kate Cooper is awesome. AND&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxp4P30Ts-g"&gt; Kaki King does a great cover of this song&lt;/a&gt;. She's pretty awesome too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fact: I get extremely annoyed when people interrupt others when they're speaking. It pisses me off, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8024274473290728910?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8024274473290728910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8024274473290728910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8024274473290728910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-miss.html' title='I Miss'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5942004727360351545</id><published>2010-05-15T03:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T04:24:14.829-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post! And a life update</title><content type='html'>I bought a guitar. Just an electric acoustic from a pawn shop, no big deal. But now I have to wait until I get paid on Thursday to get my Wrockstock pass. THEN I can sign up to play the Wampum Willow at Wrockstock! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I have no idea if I'm going to be able to go to Ventura in July like I wanted to. I was going to go for 3 or 4 days and see ALL CAPS and Womping Willows and such in LA, but I don't know if I'll be able to afford it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking I should try to find another job for the summer, one that isn't food related. Like a cashier or something. Since I only work nights at the restaurant, I could easily work day shifts somewhere else. I just need to go find somewhere that's hiring. And fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite tired. I was at work until about 1:30 this morning. One of the other dishwashers was fired, but nobody bothered to fix the schedule so that someone else could come in for them. So I was the only dishwasher on a super busy Friday night. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that note, goodnight, and later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Ocean Or a Lakeshore" by Bella. One of my favorite songs right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I really like shopping at The Home Depot or Lowe's. Something about a home appliance store really appeals to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I made a MySpace for &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/reorganizedtrenchcoats"&gt;Reorganized Trench Coats&lt;/a&gt; so I could share some stuff over the interwebs. I don't have any songs up except a demo clip of something I still haven't finished writing, but hopefully by the middle of next week I'll have some demos recorded or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5942004727360351545?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5942004727360351545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/100th-post-and-life-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5942004727360351545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5942004727360351545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/100th-post-and-life-update.html' title='100th post! And a life update'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1729024231265382735</id><published>2010-05-13T03:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T03:34:53.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is the key to happiness</title><content type='html'>Having good music in my life makes me so happy.&lt;div&gt;Just so you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was made into such a good day because of music and the power that it has over emotions. It's pretty crazy how that all works. I actually made a short film about it a few years back, but I don't have it. I wish I did, it wasn't a bad little movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this is a short post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I'm happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1729024231265382735?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1729024231265382735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-is-key-to-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1729024231265382735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1729024231265382735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/happiness-is-key-to-happiness.html' title='Happiness is the key to happiness'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7920022888530485467</id><published>2010-05-12T02:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T02:57:19.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Hockey (and the thrill of facing reality among all things sporty)</title><content type='html'>I miss it more than I thought. I went out with my brothers the other day and we passed some balls around, and it made me realize that I miss playing so much. &lt;div&gt;I played for about 6 years, and I wont lie, I was pretty swell at it. I wasn't as good as some people, but I was better than a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you're trying to imagine me running around a field with a stick in my hand, weaving in and out of my opponents and scoring goals, stop it. I played goalie. Do you really think I'd run that much? pshhh. Nah. I did end up playing in the field a lot during the last season that I played because I quite enjoyed the intensity and excitement of running around with 19 other people hitting a small ball with sticks half the length of our bodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I loved goal keeping too. I had such a passion for playing the game, it just continually pushed me to be better at it. The only problem was, as everyone I played with got better, they grew egos, so basically I ended up playing with a bunch of bitchy girls who thought they were better than everyone else in the world. I was getting better too, but I didn't understand the ego bit of it all, so I quit playing just before I turned 16. I didn't want to play with such intensity that I was constantly pissed off at my teammates, just like my team seemed to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, in the end I settled for happiness instead of a passion that was losing its light. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a few girls that kept playing even when their egos stayed the same size. Actually, by a few I mean like, one. I still talk to one of them every once and a while. She actually plays on UC Davis's field hockey team now, which is awesome. I remember when she first started playing hockey, and she just had an amazingly natural talent for it. She was definitely born to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should just move to Canada now so I can be closer to the sports I enjoy the most (kind of kidding). Seriously though, if I had the financial means to back me up, I would totally move to Canada to go to school. Which I might end up doing in a few years anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, I guess I'll have to wait and see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Diablo Rojo" (Red Devil) by Rodrigo y Gabriela. Always been one of my favorite bands concerning world music. Not that I really listen to a lot of the world music genre, but yeah. Check them out, they're kind of awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I played volleyball for 6 years too, but never really took it seriously until just before high school. I tried out for Ventura High School's volleyball team the summer before my freshman year, which is when I discovered favoritism among high school sports, seeing as about 3 or 4 other girls made the team instead of me when they had never played before, whereas I worked my butt off, just to be cut in the first round. And for the record (and I don't say this out of bitterness, just pure and simple truth) they all sucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7920022888530485467?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7920022888530485467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/field-hockey-and-thrill-of-facing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7920022888530485467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7920022888530485467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/field-hockey-and-thrill-of-facing.html' title='Field Hockey (and the thrill of facing reality among all things sporty)'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2307568192767048367</id><published>2010-05-09T01:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:43:21.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A List</title><content type='html'>For some reason that I'm not exactly sure of, I've decided that I don't want to live in this country for the rest of my life. &lt;div&gt;I've decided that after I graduate from Dixie State College of Utah with my B.A. in English Education (oh, by the way, I changed my major to English Education) I would really like to move to either Canada or England. Or one, and then the other at a later date. Not sure yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, I think I'm going to look into getting my masters at a school in Canada, either in Vancouver or Montreal. I'll also be looking at some schools in the midwest and in California (San Diego area and San Francisco). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've still got at least 2 years (probably more like 3) until I graduate, but I like thinking about my plans for the future, even if they are just simply ideas, like teaching English and Art in a high school in Vancouver. I can dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xcqqCIAGRpo&amp;amp;"&gt;"Happier" by A Fine Frenzy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I've had the same paper journal since I was 7 years old, and it's not full yet because I always forget about it for literally years at a time. It's almost there though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-2307568192767048367?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2307568192767048367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2307568192767048367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2307568192767048367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/list.html' title='A List'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4547366305809923578</id><published>2010-05-07T02:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T02:29:54.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Well.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l103kutCcC1qby0m2o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l103kutCcC1qby0m2o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not really sure why it's started just these last few months, but I am a huge Tegan and Sara fan girl. I mean, I liked them and all when I discovered them in like, 2004, but this...this is definitely worse. They're just kind of addicting. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think it's a good thing to be addicted to, as far as I'm concerned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, they have now joined my top 5 favorite bands along with Rilo Kiley, The Shins, Led Zeppelin, and Ingrid Michaelson. Like I said, I'm not sure why they weren't my favorites before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generally, T&amp;amp;S fans have a favorite, Tegan or Sara. I thought I was more of a Tegan fan at first, but now I'm thinking that they're both pretty freaking cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, well, there wasn't really any point to this except to sharer with you all my love of Tegan and Sara. If you're not a listener, you really should be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite songs are probably Northshore, Hell, On Directing (from Sainthood), We Didn't Do It, Take Me Anywhere, I Won't Be Left (from So Jealous), The Con, Dark Come Soon, and Nineteen (from The Con). My favorite album of theirs is Sainthood, followed closely by So Jealous, so maybe start there if you don't know where to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Get to it, then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;fact: &lt;/b&gt;My guilt free three: Michael C. Hall, Aaron Johnson, Sara Quin (yeah, alright, so maybe I have a favorite)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4547366305809923578?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4547366305809923578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4547366305809923578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4547366305809923578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-well.html' title='Well, Well.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4919281723184315727</id><published>2010-05-05T02:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T02:30:30.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dexter Season 4 Finale</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, I mean, season four of Skins had a twist at the end, but THIS? Dexter just went all out and freaking killed (No pun intended. Not at first anyway.) every twist of an ending in the history of twists. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wont spoil anything, just in case you've never seen Dexter and you'd like to. Which I highly recommend, by the way. Unless you don't like blood and excessive use of cuss words, then stay away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind has just been blown and I don't even know what to do with myself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeds did the same thing, but in a more comedic fashion, considering the differing of the genres of the two shows. But still. Same sort of thing happened when I saw that finale for season 5. Mind = blown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to sleep this off now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: anything by An Horse, they're pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact: I could NEVER be a vegetarian. Not even if you...okay, well maybe if you paid me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4919281723184315727?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4919281723184315727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/dexter-season-4-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4919281723184315727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4919281723184315727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/dexter-season-4-finale.html' title='Dexter Season 4 Finale'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2688709378956047717</id><published>2010-05-01T03:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T03:25:25.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF BEDA FAIL</title><content type='html'>Seriously though, you'd think I would have remembered to blog on the last day of BEDA. But no.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last two days have been interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out that my ALL CAPS and John Green pizza shirts were lost in the mail and I will most likely never receive them, seeing as they were limited edition sorts of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought The Con album of T&amp;amp;S's on vinyl AND CD(!). I also bought their So Jealous album on CD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pre-ordered &lt;a href="http://www.erasethis.com"&gt;Erase This&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked a long time during a ridiculously large dinner rush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Kick-Ass and fell in love with &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1093951/"&gt;Arron Johnson&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1631269/"&gt;Chloe Moretz&lt;/a&gt; simultaneously, though in completely different ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to go to Wrockstock (and hopefully be one of the 16 bands to play the Wampum Willow) thanks to absolutely awesome strangers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little brother told me today that he thinks Santa is actually Satan because he steals our cookies on Christmas and their names are anagrams of each other. (He's 12, just by the way.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is pretty cool, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "The Chain" by Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one . I once met the Plain White T's because I entered a contest and won so that they'd play at my school. I don't remember entering such a contest, but it was cool all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two . If I were to make a list of who I think the most awesome females in the world are right now, it would be this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tegan and Sara (mainly because of their &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkdFErgLN0A"&gt;hilarious banter during concerts&lt;/a&gt;, but also because their music is BOMB)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hayley Williams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe Moretz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingrid Michaelson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sandra Bullock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and probably just all of the 5AG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END. Thanks for reading my blog for April :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep writing, just like, 2 or 3 times a week as opposed to daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-2688709378956047717?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2688709378956047717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-beda-fail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2688709378956047717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2688709378956047717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-day-of-beda-fail.html' title='LAST DAY OF BEDA FAIL'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7269323503591683978</id><published>2010-04-29T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:10:10.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Day</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day of classes before finals start on Monday morning. A huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. &lt;div&gt;The only problem is...I forgot to do a summary of a scholarly article for my YA Lit. class that I was supposed to finish this week, so my grade is most definitely going to be a B in the class. It was probably going to be that anyway, but still. I just forgot about it completely until just now because I had so many other things on my mind and it wasn't as big of a priority. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I just need to do a few sketches for my drawing class, and my second piece of my final project, which has to be about what I dream for my future. I think I'm going to do a text project with spray paint, but I can't decide whether to use stencils or just free hand graffiti style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still pretty sleepy since I had to get up for Spanish class this morning, so I'm going to end here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Girlfriend" by Pheonix &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film of the Day: Kick-Ass (2010). So funny. Great action. And &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1631269/"&gt;Chloe Moretz&lt;/a&gt; is my freaking hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one . I've decided that, in 2011, I will watch 100 movies that I have never watched before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two . I've always worked backstage for both high school and college theatre, but I've always secretly wanted to act in one at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7269323503591683978?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7269323503591683978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7269323503591683978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7269323503591683978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-more-day.html' title='One More Day'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2721631391487999739</id><published>2010-04-29T00:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:39:10.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Fail Due To Work</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired. &lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I will forgo making up a post for the 28th and accept that I just forgot to do it before I went to work at five. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try and write a post later today for Thursday though, no worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night, and later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: "Doctor, Doctor" by Thompson Twins. Oh, the 80s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-2721631391487999739?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2721631391487999739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-fail-due-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2721631391487999739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2721631391487999739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-fail-due-to-work.html' title='Another Fail Due To Work'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6917172539221058313</id><published>2010-04-27T22:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:50:42.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Because I need to go finish some homework and I'm super tired anyway, my blog today is a song, in honor of summer being so close. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQ4uJANrAE0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQ4uJANrAE0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facts:&lt;br /&gt;one . I decided I wanted to be a teacher when I was about 6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;two . I was an only child until I was 14 and my mom got married and I acquired two full grown little brothers. Well, not full grown, but yeah, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6917172539221058313?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6917172539221058313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6917172539221058313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6917172539221058313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6073287888889004994</id><published>2010-04-26T17:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:41:00.454-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so much to do today.</title><content type='html'>so much in fact that ive decided to forgo capitalization and correct comma placement. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so much that i cant tell you what i have to do because there is so much of it that i can feel the figurative pressure of it weighing me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i need to go back to school now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;song: anything by cream or eric clapton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;film: uhhhhh idk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 i have hand writing like a teenage boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 i really hope i can go to come of the sundance film festival next year, and eventually volunteer or work at it once i turn 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6073287888889004994?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6073287888889004994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-do-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6073287888889004994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6073287888889004994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-to-do-today.html' title='so much to do today.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6467068563025737670</id><published>2010-04-25T22:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:16:11.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>In the last two days I've written two new songs for Foundation of Fair Fortune.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still perfecting them and such, but I like them a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I've really grown in my song writing the last few months, like I've expanded and gone out of my comfort zone looking for new sounds. Maybe it's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I worked. It was hard and quite tiring. Tomorrow I need to start a project for my Literature class that's going to take me a long time to complete and I also need to read a historical fiction book by Tuesday night. This next week is going to suck, I can just feel it. It's the last week before finals week. Finals week is going to be easier than this will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very tired, so I should be getting to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the band name, I'm still leaning towards Reorganized Trench Coats, but I wont make any final decisions quite yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;a href="http://loslibrosdekayshay.tumblr.com/post/549818669/all-the-pretty-girls-by-fun"&gt;"All the Pretty Girls" by fun&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film of the Day: The Runaways (2010). I finally got to see this today and it was very, very well done. Good acting, good directing, good music, good film. I definitely recommend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one . I'm not sure where my love of movies came from...my mom doesn't really like watching them that much and, in my opinion, has really weird taste in movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two . My favorite color is ultimately green, but I like all colors, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6467068563025737670?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6467068563025737670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6467068563025737670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6467068563025737670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-saturday-night.html' title='On a Saturday Night'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7501040331113560506</id><published>2010-04-24T03:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T03:33:58.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Band Names</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm still up so I guess I'll just write a blog for Saturday too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will consist of a list. And I will need your help, reader. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to come up with a name for my band, which will just actually be me and only me, but no one knows how to say my name right, and Ke$ha and Bjork were already taken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come up with these so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twist On a Classic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reorganized Trench Coats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of just want to hear some cool sounding band names that you guys can think of. Anything! Seriously, I got the ideas for those ones up there from &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs15.html"&gt;Teen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs13.html"&gt;Girlsquad&lt;/a&gt; videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you have any ideas, let me know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm going to go to sleep. For reals this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thebuttermellows"&gt;The Buttermellows&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't heard a lot of wrock that's got this kind of sound to it. I dig it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I used to bite my nails (like, a lot)but for some reason I just stopped doing it a couple of months ago. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I love working backstage on productions of plays, whether it be high school, college, or otherwise. I've never gotten the chance to act, but I'd love to try some time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put up a new song on my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foundationoffairfortune"&gt;wrock band myspace &lt;/a&gt;if you'd like to give it a listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7501040331113560506?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7501040331113560506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/band-names.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7501040331113560506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7501040331113560506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/band-names.html' title='Band Names'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-3499706323645646703</id><published>2010-04-23T21:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:11:38.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandtastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I work tomorrow and I'm really not looking forward to it.&lt;div&gt;But that's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm running low on blog ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I slept until 2pm. I'm not sure how. I wasn't tired, but I kept on drifting off into sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh oh oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So apparently I'm being talked about in a small group of the wrock community. This is kind of awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S9KE5NT41WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jhAiTvN-xmk/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S9KE5NT41WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jhAiTvN-xmk/s200/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463575416314320226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MIGHT be able to go to wrockstock once again. Some people still have room in a cabin, and I have a job now, so...hopefully it works out. I don't want to have to wait another year. The only thing is that my hopes of seeing Tegan and Sara play with Paramore in San Diego in September would be gone :/ So I would have to decide which I'd rather go to, if I can end up doing one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tough freaking call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Money" &lt;/i&gt;by Pink Floyd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I didn't know wizard rock existed until about 6 months ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I have an extreme desire to go to Nashville, Tennessee someday, though I'm not sure why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of my band, I put up a new (and quickly recorded) song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/foundationoffairfortune"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/foundationoffairfortune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-3499706323645646703?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/3499706323645646703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandtastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3499706323645646703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3499706323645646703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/grandtastic.html' title='Grandtastic'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S9KE5NT41WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jhAiTvN-xmk/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4366286469142439695</id><published>2010-04-22T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T23:16:11.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Also.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://randomthoughtsofachronicthinker.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/the_essential_calvin_and_hobbes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 475px;" src="http://randomthoughtsofachronicthinker.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/the_essential_calvin_and_hobbes.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't feel like writing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like watching this week's episode of Castle, Glee, and Mercy from 3 weeks ago. Also, I need to finish up the latest episode of SNL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also need to write happy notes in which "I'm just sayin' hello" to about 15 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I watched the first 25 minutes of Donnie Darko today and decided that I like watching it in 25 minute increments rather than all at once. Also, why has Richard Kelley failed miserably at making a good film since this one came out? Seriously. Southland Tales was the epitome of horrible, and I heard The Box was pretty bad too, though I've yet to see it myself yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Ke$ha and Bjork stole my effing names. What the heck is up with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. Kind of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;i&gt; "Promises" &lt;/i&gt;by The Eames Era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/i&gt; (2001). Honestly, I think this is one of Jake Gyllenhaal's best films. That I've seen, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Book of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; "The Essential Calvin and Hobbes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4366286469142439695?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4366286469142439695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/also.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4366286469142439695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4366286469142439695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/also.html' title='Also.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6722700717533897150</id><published>2010-04-21T02:01:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T17:03:19.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I tumblr'd my blog today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don't really want some aspects of my life to be shared with the world on my blogspot, but for some reason I feel like I can share them on my tumblr. Perhaps due to the fact that not many people know that I have one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you'd like to read today's post, Part Three to The Underground stories that I've been sharing, let me know and I'll get the tumblr link to you via commenting on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kesharab.blogspot.com/p/tumblr.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;hing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And later days.&lt;/span&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/7400813403293285818-6722700717533897150?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6722700717533897150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-tumblrd-my-blog-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6722700717533897150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6722700717533897150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-tumblrd-my-blog-today.html' title='I tumblr&apos;d my blog today'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4473697679136554237</id><published>2010-04-20T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:57:40.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm such a different person in several aspects of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;One: &lt;/b&gt;Ventura. When I'm in Ventura, I'm home. It's where I grew up, it's where I know everyone and everything is so familiar to me. I feel like I'm most myself when I'm here. I was always kind of the leader of the group, planning things, making things happen. I was told by most of my friends that after I moved away everyone stopped hanging out with each other as much because no one bothered to get together anymore and do stuff together like I always enjoyed doing. It's a sad thing really, but at the same time, I'm glad that I had such a positive impact on my friend's lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two:&lt;/b&gt; Online. I actually feel like I'm quite similar online as I am in real life. I don't generally say things online that I wouldn't say to someone in reality, despite things such as "internet courage". I write my blogs how I would speak them in a conversation, and I post pictures on tumblr that I would frame and put on my bedroom walls. I feel very much myself online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three: &lt;/b&gt;Northern Utah. I'm not so much the leader of the group here as just part of something. I was part of something when I hung out at Shelby, Jen, and Shannon's apartment and Bre would come over too. I was part of something at the boy's house every weekend night and the theatre bunch would get together and hang out. I was just one of the Weber kids that could hang out and have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four:&lt;/b&gt; Southern Utah. It felt like a temporary home at first, but now that I'm staying for another year, it's growing on me. I've finally made some friends that I feel comfortable enough to call up and say "hey let's hang out". I'm finally just comfortable here, but not like I own the place, so to speak, which is kind of what I felt like in Ventura. I'm quieter, still not sure about whether I should always say what's on my mind or let it pass without expressing it in words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always like that at first, I seem very shy. But I'm not. Really, I'm just listening and observing, seeing how others react to conversations and the types of things that are said so that I know what I can and can't say around particular people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just like to listen a lot rather than talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when I have something to say, I'll say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Horizons"&lt;/i&gt; by An Horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Stand By Me&lt;/i&gt; (1986)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I named my first dog Rilo, after Rilo Kiley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I have seen every single episode of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118466/"&gt;Smart Guy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4473697679136554237?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4473697679136554237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/20.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4473697679136554237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4473697679136554237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4919204663096131239</id><published>2010-04-19T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:22:55.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19.</title><content type='html'>Last night, I planned on pulling an all-nighter so as to finish my homework and study for Spanish, but I fell asleep, which completely blew my plan. &lt;div&gt;Today, I planned on working on art stuff, but I made some cookies for a friend instead. And got my car washed. Plan blown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, I HAVE to do ceramics seeing as it's the last day for me to make anything for the rest of the semester, and until I take another class in August. I'll also be reading American Born Chinese, and Printz Honor Award book that is also a graphic novel. My brother's read it already and said it's fantastic, as is what I hear from anyone else that's read it, so I'm looking forward to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be finishing Will Grayson, Will Grayson momentarily after finishing this post, and I'll probably go onto tumblr right away and say what I think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite tired right now. I did fall asleep at 3 am, so that could be the problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier tonight I got to hang out with some people from Church and play some frisby and a little bit of football passing, which is always enjoyable. Now I'm home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was uneventful and went by extremely slow, but I also can't seem to recall what in the world I spent my time doing all day besides making cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was fun as well, I went over to Tajia's and watched her put extensions in Megan's hair while simultaneously watching Dark Knight for what seems like the 17th time. After Megan left, Tajia, Donny and I wanted to make macaroni and cheese, but didn't have milk, so we went on a quest to the 24 hour Wal Mart. Then we ate some delicious mac n cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to make a shirt that says "I'm with Phil Wrayson" on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Painted By Numbers" &lt;/i&gt;by The Sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I never finished the last three books to A Series of Unfortunate Events, but I've met Lemony Snicket (or whatever his real name is) and he signed my books nine and ten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; The only reason I decided to buy Looking for Alaska that one fateful day in 2006 was because I liked the cover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4919204663096131239?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4919204663096131239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-19.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4919204663096131239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4919204663096131239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-19.html' title='Day 19.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-9117869719269270725</id><published>2010-04-18T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:24:40.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope For Love</title><content type='html'>I'm an extremely caring person that goes out of my way to do special things for the people I know, and I take pride in it. I send birthday cards to people that I haven't talked to in months just because I still remember that it's their birthday and I know it will probably make them smile. I send people mixed CDs, some personalized just for that person, others I send in bulk, but still, I do it because I know people like it, and I like people. I love people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at Church, my friend Sara Lee (yes, like the bread company, but without the "h") gave a talk on charity and love. She talked about different kinds of love, three different kinds to be exact. I only remember two, and they were this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving someone "because..." and loving someone "even though...". I really liked thinking about the two and how they can work hand in hand, but there are differences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I love people "even though..." for the most part. Even though they stopped trying to keep in contact after I moved out of the state. Even though we never hang out anymore. Even though you can be kind of annoying at times. I love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is kind of an intense word. I think it's thrown around a lot without much meaning, and I personally don't say it unless I truly mean it, whether it be to a friend or a family member or whatever. Love is powerful. But it's also happiness, and I hope that everybody can find some love in their own lives at some point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope for love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Cosmic Love"&lt;/i&gt; by Florence and the Machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;facts:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; My favorite time to bake is in the middle of the night when everything is quite and the world is asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; One of my favorite things to look at is the sky, day or night, clouds or clear blue. It's always beautiful in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-9117869719269270725?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/9117869719269270725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/hope-for-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9117869719269270725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9117869719269270725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/hope-for-love.html' title='Hope For Love'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2128366760202977937</id><published>2010-04-17T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:19:51.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't That A Shame</title><content type='html'>There are times when I just feel like listening to some groovy oldies love songs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, I think my top 3 at the moment are &lt;i&gt;"How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?"&lt;/i&gt; by Al Green, &lt;i&gt;"The Love You Save (May Be Your Own)"&lt;/i&gt; by Joe Tex, and &lt;i&gt;"Since I Don't Have You"&lt;/i&gt; by The Skyliners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I just realized these are all on soundtracks. Al Green is on &lt;i&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/i&gt;, Joe Tex on &lt;i&gt;Death Proof&lt;/i&gt;, and The Skyliners are on &lt;i&gt;American Graffiti&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a short post, but I feel like I need to go listen to all of these numerous amounts of times each now that I've mentioned them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; Take a guess. There are three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; Again, refer to this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I read Dr. Seuss books and &lt;u&gt;The Real Mother Goose&lt;/u&gt; nursery rhymes book when I can't go to sleep sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; My first CDs were The Beach Boys and Elvis Presley's Greatest hits and I didn't listen to anything except music from before 1970 until I was about 11. I was a weird child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-2128366760202977937?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2128366760202977937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/aint-that-shame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2128366760202977937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2128366760202977937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/aint-that-shame.html' title='Ain&apos;t That A Shame'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4417196921963402929</id><published>2010-04-17T01:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T01:34:16.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apologies.</title><content type='html'>Now hear this: I had my first day of work today as a dishwasher in a restaurant and about an hour into it I literally thought, "Oh crap, I'm not going to be home in time to blog for today!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True freaking story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got done with closing at about 12:38 this morning. I can say with extreme confidence that it was possibly the worst 7 hours and 38 minutes of my year so far. It was all just a jumbled mess of hot water, dirty dishes, and standing on my feet constantly. I got a break, but still. No fun. No fun at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the plus side, they play good music in the kitchen, pretty much everyone that works there is awesome, and I get to practice Spanish whenever I work with Maria, the super kind, hilarious little Mexican lady who is also a dishwasher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try and blog again later today to make up for the lost post, but these next few weeks are going to be very busy now that I've got a legitimate job and school is coming to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak of, I wrote a song about summer yesterday that I absolutely love, so I might record it if I have time tomorrow (and by tomorrow I mean today). Which I probably won't because I have to put 25 pounds of clay to good use before Tuesday, and tomorrow is the only free day I have to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. I'm tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't Fall Softly"&lt;/i&gt; by Filthy Dukes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I've had a birthday party every single year since I turned one, up until I turned eighteen, thus making my eighteenth and nineteenth birthdays absolute crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; One of my life goals, for as long as I can remember, has been to play soccer (or football) barefoot with little kids in the streets of a foreign country. I have played barefoot in a foreign country, but it was with my fellow marching band friends and we were on the grass at our hotel in Spain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4417196921963402929?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4417196921963402929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4417196921963402929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4417196921963402929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-apologies.html' title='My Apologies.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4330870098836022480</id><published>2010-04-15T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:13:59.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aejis, Sexual Jedi, and Grady</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Part 2: My First Underground Show&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up until the middle of my freshman year of high school I had no knowledge of anything good in this world involving music. I didn't know who ACDC or Led Zeppelin were, I didn't know that Ozzy Osbourne was once in Black Sabbath, and I didn't know how to play &lt;i&gt;"Smoke On the Water"&lt;/i&gt; on guitar like every other person around me. I learned quickly through skillful observation and the help of Jenna and her, uh, older and wiser expertise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until I went to The Underground, I was even more lost in the world when it came to local bands from around Ventura County. When I learned that one of the bands I was going to see was called Sexual Jedi, I thought, "Jeeze, what weirdos." I was also an incredibly innocent Mormon kid with absolutely no street smarts, do not forget this important bit of information. I knew that the lead singer of Grady, Max, was also the lead singer of Crazy Janette, probably the only local band I&lt;i&gt; had&lt;/i&gt; heard of because they were just kind of legendary (even though they were all still teenagers), and my friend Amanda is his younger sister. Aejis was just sounded funny to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got to the coffee shop across the street from the ugliest bus station in the world, I noticed that everyone was smoking, even people I knew and went to school with, which completely blew my mind, because I had no idea so many people my age smoked. I thought that was myth, things you saw in 80's movies but didn't actually happen in real life right before your eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know anyone except the people I came there with, and, though I don't recall now, but I was probably judging every single person on the sidewalk because they looked different than what I was used to, which was Hurley and Billibong t shirts and board shorts and big-brand name skate shoes. Here, there were jean jackets with huge back patches, old Converse high tops with holes, red mohawks, and tight pants. I didn't know what to do. This was NOT how I was socialized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I liked it. I liked the thrill of being around something different. And as the months passed by, I ended up being part of it. I still have some of my dental floss hand-sewn tight jeans and my plaid vest with the jean front pocket and New York Dolls and Doors patches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the music was amazing. Sexual Jedi is still one of my favorite bands to this day, though I don't know if they still make music. I just listen to the CD I got of theirs at that first show. They are mostly instrumental, which is weird, because the two songs that do have words on their first album are sung really well and I love the singer/guitarist's voice. Also, it's just a drummer and the guitarist, which is awesome. Aejis was a very psychedelic, acid rock band with a gorgeous boy of a lead singer who had beautiful long wavy brown hair and wore green flannel shirts. Grady was like our own modern day, local Led Zeppelin. The thing is, I'm totally not exaggerating when I say these bands were awesome. They were all so incredibly talented with skill that most people 20 years older than them didn't have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night was the beginning of a time during my life that shaped me into who I am now. I think it's still one of the best nights of my entire life so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?tyj1a2j5z11"&gt;Shooting Up With Baby's Blood&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; by Sexual Jedi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; The top five bands that I want to see in concert at some point are Tegan and Sara, The Shins, Rilo Kiley (or just Jenny Lewis, but all of Rilo Kiley would be best), Eisley (again), and Paramore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I went to the same middle school and graduated from the same high school as &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000126/"&gt;Kevin Costner&lt;/a&gt;, and also the same high school as&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1157048/"&gt; that guy that's in the show &lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1157048/"&gt;Chuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4330870098836022480?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4330870098836022480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/aejis-sexual-jedi-and-grady.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4330870098836022480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4330870098836022480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/aejis-sexual-jedi-and-grady.html' title='Aejis, Sexual Jedi, and Grady'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1542327808992451546</id><published>2010-04-14T20:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:36:54.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This last summer I spent a lot of time hanging out with my cousin, Jenna, up in Ojai, California (pronounced "Oh, hi") at a house that she was house sitting.&lt;div&gt;I'm from Ventura, a little town/city on the coast of southern California about 60 miles north of L.A. Ojai is the town up in the hills and mountains to the northeast of Ventura, and it's full of amazing trees and naturey stuff haha. It's also a place were a lot of celebrities send their kids to private schools, go to eat good food or go to spas and the like. Anyway, it's a really nice place to go and hang out and there are some awesome hikes that go back into Santa Paula Canyon and stuff like that. It's just a really beautiful place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenna was house sitting pretty far back in the hills, away from just about all hustle and bustle of the town, and I was thinking just now how I'd really like to go back to there and just...be. I don't even remember what we did half the time we were there (besides re-watch the first four seasons of Weeds), but I remember being happy for no good reason. I haven't felt that for quite a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this summer is a good one. Three more weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three more weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wonder Woman"&lt;/i&gt; by Frankmusik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxdYmFV8n9o"&gt;I posted a new song of mine&lt;/a&gt; up on YouTube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one . &lt;/b&gt;I don't like cats. Like...at all. Kittens are cute, sure, but full grown cats are not for me. I'm also allergic to them, but that has nothing to do with the fact that I'm not a fan of their existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I own three James Dean posters, a tin sign with James Dean on it, a framed photograph of James Dean, and&lt;a href="http://www.carvelho.com.br/loja/images/14515.jpg"&gt; one of those paintings with James Dean, Elvis Presley, Marilyn Monroe, and Clark Gable&lt;/a&gt;. I also focused on James Dean for several of my final projects in Art class for the first semester of my senior year of high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1542327808992451546?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1542327808992451546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/ojai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1542327808992451546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1542327808992451546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/ojai.html' title='Ojai'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-9038678669359775029</id><published>2010-04-13T16:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:58:21.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bad at coming up with titles</title><content type='html'>I'm eating a bowl of Target brand Lucky Charms, or marshmallow treasures. I find that a lot of generic cereals are far more delicious than the actual ones, this one included. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm about half the way through Will Grayson, Will Grayson and I really like it. It's not blowing my mind or anything so far, but I like it a lot. It's up in my favorites so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After going to Spanish this morning, I realized that I actually really like that class. The people in the class are cool (with the exception of maybe-stoner-kid-with-cool-shoes that sits behind me and to my left. Or Jeff dos. He's kind of douchebagish, but friendly, if that's possible.) and my professor is pretty funny/awesome. Maybe this will motivate me to continue going to class for the rest of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just poured myself a second bowl of marshmallow treasures. I am okay with this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't eat sugary cereal (or any cereal, really) that often, so I s'pose I could splurge this once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching The O.C. the last couple of days, which is weird because I always told myself that I'd never watch it. Little did I know it was so incredibly addicting and kind of funny. I'm only 10 episodes into the first season, but I dig it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get to class. Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Artist of the Day: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/larouxuk"&gt;La Roux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one . I watched The Hills kind of religiously every single week until LC left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two . I've probably seen Kubng Fu Panda more than any other movie I've ever seen. And I've probably seen it more times than you. Just sayin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-9038678669359775029?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/9038678669359775029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-bad-at-coming-up-with-titles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9038678669359775029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9038678669359775029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-bad-at-coming-up-with-titles.html' title='i&apos;m bad at coming up with titles'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-5394375255645254952</id><published>2010-04-12T09:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:09:59.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun's Rays Don't Bother Me</title><content type='html'>I just emailed my Spanish teacher and told him I didn't have a legitimate excuse for missing class last week except that I had a lot of family in town. I feel like telling my teachers where I've been is more respectful than just missing. &lt;div&gt;On that note, I'm also missing this morning because I need to rest my sprained ankle so I can work later today or tomorrow. I really hope that it feels better very soon, or else I'm probably going to have to go to the doctor, which I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's really nothing wrong with doctors besides the fact that they're absolutely boring beyond all belief, and I've been going to them literally since I was born*. And they usually have nothing more to say than what I already know due to the fact that I've been to them so many times. Just one giant cycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/1eznyp"&gt;we got another dog&lt;/a&gt;. His name is Diesel. He is an American Staffordshire Terrier mixed with American Bulldog, so he's short and stocky and kind of looks like a puppy even though he's full grown. And he's super lazy, he just lays down in the middle of the floor all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go finish reading WGWG so that I can do a 30 second presentation on it tomorrow in class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Zombies Ate My Neighbors"&lt;/i&gt; by Single File&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;facts&lt;/b&gt; (which I just realized I never did in yesterday's post)&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; *I was born with my left leg being bigger than my right. By the time I was 9, it was a bit more than an inch longer than the other, at which time I had surgery to have staples put into my growth plate in my knee of my left leg so that the right was able to get up to speed, so to speak. After two years, the staples were removed, and my legs were the same lengths, but still a little different in size, and still are. In fact, since I grew even more since the second surgery, my left left is now about a centimeter longer again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; Chiodos used to bug the crap out of me, but after taking the time to get used to the sound of the lead singer's voice and get over my fear(?) of screamo music, they are now one of my favorite bands, as screamo/hardcore is one of my favorite genres to listen to still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-5394375255645254952?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/5394375255645254952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/suns-rays-dont-bother-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5394375255645254952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/5394375255645254952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/suns-rays-dont-bother-me.html' title='The Sun&apos;s Rays Don&apos;t Bother Me'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-9020292413911083918</id><published>2010-04-11T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:45:14.609-06:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled. day 11.</title><content type='html'>Today was weird. &lt;div&gt;Waking up at noon never does anything good for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After waking up, I think...yeah, I don't even remember what my day consisted of before two hours ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I bought three cans of spray paint: navy blue, "blissful" blue, and purple. I'm planning several stencil projects with these colors. It's my own personal blue period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, I watched Some Kind of Wonderful, tried reading Beauty (which didn't work out well), and ate some rainbow sherbet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm a little bitter today because my friend Katie got engaged like 2 months ago and decided to tell me just today. Mmk. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm back at square one with where I go to next in the future concerning schools. I'll either stay in St. George or move up to Provo. Or maybe I'll move back to California and go to school there somewhere. I don't know...I've just got to wait and see, I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today wasn't interesting, my bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"I'll Be Max, You Be the Monster"&lt;/i&gt; by Farewell Fighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;MacGruber&lt;/i&gt; (2010). I'm so excited for this. I'm such a Kristen Wiig fangirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-9020292413911083918?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/9020292413911083918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled-day-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9020292413911083918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9020292413911083918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled-day-11.html' title='untitled. day 11.'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2337602972987625044</id><published>2010-04-10T22:44:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:31:25.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Crashes Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like I should share my favorite movies with ya'll, since movies are an incredibly huge part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll share my favorites and the weirdest/most crazy ones I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Keep in mind, it's all my opinion, and when I watch a movie I take into account just about everything from the acting to the cinematography to the set design to the overall feeling the movie gives me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Weirdest/Most Crazy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naked Lunch&lt;/i&gt; (1991)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 383px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img.listal.com/image/369182/500full-naked-lunch-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm pretty sure this entire film wasn't supposed to actually make sense in the first place, but I just felt like I was on drugs the entire time I was watching it because I had no idea what was going on the whole time but I was caught in a sort of trance and kept watching. If you're one of those people who is up for anything when you see a movie: go for it, just to say you did. If not...well...watch at your own risk, I s'pose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Funny Games [U.S]&lt;/i&gt; (2009)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 510px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://chicagoist.com/attachments/chicagoist_rob/2008_3funnygames.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently this was originally made in Spain in 1997, and why they remade it is beyond me. It's basically a torture movie that screws with your mind with really great actors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas&lt;/i&gt; (1998)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.movieposter.com/posters/archive/main/39/MPW-19877" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I also felt like I was high while watching this, but for good reason. It's definitely a cult classic, and very interesting to watch, but again, if you're not one of those people who are up for anything, it's probably not for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/i&gt; (1975)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/070911/gallery/rocky_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Though I love this movie with all my heart...I'm not sure why. It's quite odd, but I think that's what makes it so great. And the soundtrack is fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobel Son&lt;/i&gt; (2007)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/freestyle-releasing/nobel_son.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just...weird. The story was kind of cool, but the characters creeped me out, which makes sense considering they were psychopaths, but still. It just seemed like it was going to be a lot better before I watched it, and I ended up disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;City of God&lt;/i&gt;, or &lt;i&gt;Cidade de Deus &lt;/i&gt;(2002)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://witneyman.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/city-of-god.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This movie, along with &lt;i&gt;Y Tu Mama Tambien&lt;/i&gt;, sparked my love for foreign films. They go all out, hold nothing back. It's so much more...real, I guess, than a lot of movies that are made in the US are. This film touches your heart in so many ways, and breaks it in so many more. The fact that it's based on a true story just kind of blows my mind a little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Virgin Suicides&lt;/i&gt; (1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2000_The_Virgin_Suicides/leslie_hayman_kirsten_dunst_a_j_cook_chelse_swain_the_virgin_suicides_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Probably one of the more depressing movies I've ever seen, but it somehow still leaves me with a feeling of purpose or something after I watch it each and every time. It's thought provoking and stays in your head for hours after it's finished. I love movies like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fight Club&lt;/i&gt; (1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-reel-mccoy.com/movies/1999/images/fightclub1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you haven't seen this film, you're either not aloud to see R rated movies, or you just haven't really lived yet. No, but really, Ed Norton and Brad Pitt are amazing in this movie. I actually have never read the book, which I know I need to asap. But really...everyone should see this at least once before they decide whether they like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adventureland&lt;/i&gt; (2009)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqm6qZmYFDs/Sio4vMMFKkI/AAAAAAAABDk/IdCc4Hvtjng/s400/Adventureland-Stewart_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I like this movie so much because the story seems so real to me. It reminds me of actual people and actual situations that I've seen before. I like the humor in it, not too much like &lt;i&gt;Superbad&lt;/i&gt;, but just enough to keep it moving. And I really thought the acting was great by most everyone in the cast; I'm a huge Jesse Eisenburg fangirl for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zombieland&lt;/i&gt; (2009) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dansiella.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/zombieland-movie-set.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;funny + good cast + well written + zombies = awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But really, it's pretty cool. I'd give it a go if I were you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Breakfast Club &lt;/i&gt;(1985)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://library.duke.edu/lilly/film-video/images/breakfast_club.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know this is completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;liché, but it's true. This is such a great movie. John Hughes at his greatest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October Sky (1999)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.allmoviephoto.com/1999_October_Sky/chad_lindberg_chris_owen_william_lee_scott_jake_gyllenhall_october_sky_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could watch this movie over and over and over and over and not get tired of it. It just brightens my soul or something. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are so many other movies that I love with all my heart. So, so many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-family:arial;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Later days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;i&gt;Bird On A Wire&lt;/i&gt;" by Rogue Wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Some Kind of Wonderful&lt;/i&gt; (1987)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[edit] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh, facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I haven't seen my real dad for about 10 years, and it was when I ran into him at a liquor store when buying gum at age 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I'm okay with the above fact. I feel like there are a lot of people who are upset about the fact that their parents didn't care enough about them, but I am truly, 100 percent, perfectly fine with it. I don't need to know someone that couldn't deal with living his life and taking responsibility for his actions, whether it's the way he wanted it to go or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 28px;font-size:medium;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;three .&lt;/b&gt; I did indeed buy a Toy Story poster today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7400813403293285818-2337602972987625044?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2337602972987625044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-it-crashes-down.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2337602972987625044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2337602972987625044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-it-crashes-down.html' title='If It Crashes Down'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Eqm6qZmYFDs/Sio4vMMFKkI/AAAAAAAABDk/IdCc4Hvtjng/s72-c/Adventureland-Stewart_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1104495270297656808</id><published>2010-04-09T23:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:05:06.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Quick Quick</title><content type='html'>Today was a little bit crazy. &lt;div&gt;I woke up at 1pm, missing my drawing class. I did, however, go to the ceramics studio and trim a tea pot that I'm working on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I went over to my brother's track meet, which made me extremely nostalgic. I watched a few events and then left to go walk around the Dixie State track and do some exercising myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up going back to the track meet for several hours, watching the hurdles and reading &lt;u&gt;Will Grayson, Will Grayson&lt;/u&gt;. I love the novel so far, and I'm hoping to finish it by Tuesday so that I can talk about it in my YA Lit. class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 9:30, after getting home from the meet, my mom and I were on our way out so that I could go get some black shoes for work, and I somehow ended up rolling my right ankle/foot on a sprinkler head on the front lawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was quite painful, sure, but I'm just worried about the fact that I have my first day of work as a dishwasher standing on my feet all day tomorrow morning at 9am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the moment, I can walk with a big limp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. I'm just in a bad mood now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With 13 minutes to spare, I bid you good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two facts: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I have realllllllllllllly bad asthma, due to the fact that I got pneumonia and bronchitis all in the same month when I was in 7th grade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; My favorite place that I have ever been to is San Diego, even over eastern Spain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agsdlkdfs, I forgot about the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paint Like That&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;" &lt;/i&gt;by Sick of Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1104495270297656808?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1104495270297656808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-quick-quick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1104495270297656808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1104495270297656808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/quick-quick-quick.html' title='Quick Quick Quick'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-3033157936286425042</id><published>2010-04-08T21:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:05:59.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There You Are and Here I Am</title><content type='html'>One of the best sights to see, in my personal opinion, is someone driving along in car, whether it be the passenger or the driver, with their arm stuck out of the window, moving their hand and fingers through the fast pace air as they drive on. &lt;div&gt;It always makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy smiling at people, and having them smile back at me as if me smiling at them was the best part of their day. Seeing people happy just warms my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couple of posts back I said I would try to write about The Underground Days once and a while throughout this month, seeing as I mention them sometimes, without explaining myself. So. Here it goes, then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Part One: Background story and the basics of The Underground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In May or June of 2005, I don't remember which exactly, a coffee shop was opened on Telegraph Road across the street from the weirdest looking bus station any of the people in Ventura had ever seen, and the mall just on the other side of that. The coffee shop was called The Underground and owned by two English women I believe. During the day it was just a regular old coffee shop in a brick building stuck in between the Goodwill and a furniture store. It was filled with good vibes, good art on the walls, and a small stage toward the back of the shop. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By night, The Underground was no coffee shop, but a venue for local music to play at, generally punk or some sort of new age alternative rock. Occasionally there would be an acoustic show earlier in the evenings on Fridays and Saturdays.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once the clock hit 7pm, there were automatically &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;30 or 40 teenagers standing in line on the sidewalk to pay and get their hands stamped for the later shows. The better shows. The best, in our minds. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Underground was the place to be every single weekend. We went religiously. It didn't matter who was playing. We went, we paid to get in, we sat outside on the brick wall in front of the planter full of dying flowers. I can't really put a label on the kinds of people that went there, because there was a little bit of every kind of person. There were always a good amount of PR kids, which is literally what everybody called them. If you weren't PR, or didn't know anyone who was PR, you generally didn't go to The Underground as far as I can remember. If you didn't like the second hand smoke of the underage smokers on the sidewalk, you didn't go to The Underground. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not everyone there smoked, but most did, and the majority of people there were in the age range of 15 to 17. It wasn't the best environment, in retrospect, but it was the best place we could go to get away from home where our parents didn't actually know what was going on at all times. This was our happy place, our safe haven. Being at The Underground meant being a part of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And our something was better than everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"The Nerve"&lt;/i&gt; by The Republic Tigers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I've never read &lt;u&gt;Brave New World&lt;/u&gt; but I've written at least 5 essays comparing and contrasting it with &lt;u&gt;1984&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I own 17 pairs of tennis shoes, 8 of those pairs being some sort of Vans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-3033157936286425042?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/3033157936286425042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-you-are-and-here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3033157936286425042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3033157936286425042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/there-you-are-and-here-i-am.html' title='There You Are and Here I Am'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-6044077533273983434</id><published>2010-04-07T00:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T00:06:23.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is a picture blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four of my cousins are in town for a few days because it's their spring break back in California. I took some photos today, so I thought I'd share. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wodCxGyPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RAR27k7E7ks/s1600/IMG_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wodCxGyPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RAR27k7E7ks/s320/IMG_1153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457281327890352370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7woctePinI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nOqdlnc1Ud4/s1600/IMG_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7woctePinI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nOqdlnc1Ud4/s320/IMG_1154.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457281322174089842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wocPn-FMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MgEJYb4vXiI/s1600/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wocPn-FMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/MgEJYb4vXiI/s320/IMG_1166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457281314161824962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wobq7u0QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qVnfI2emnBg/s1600/IMG_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wobq7u0QI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qVnfI2emnBg/s320/IMG_1149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457281304312598786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wobASIKjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ic0fxFMZGJE/s1600/IMG_1155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wobASIKjI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ic0fxFMZGJE/s320/IMG_1155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457281292863810098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://loslibrosdekayshay.tumblr.com/post/502527601/book-ten-i-checked-this-out-of-the-library-about"&gt;I just finished my 10th of 40 books&lt;/a&gt;. Starting the 11th after Spanish tomorrow. I'm also still reading &lt;u&gt;Uglies&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, I finished my rationale for YA Lit, and it turned out better than I thought it would. It&lt;i&gt; also&lt;/i&gt; turns out that I didn't even have to turn it in today. Bugger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"This Scene Is Dead"&lt;/i&gt; by We Are Scientists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two Facts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I've already changed my major twice, but ended up right back at my original one anyway: art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I have A.D.D. Like, legitimately. In fact, when people say, "omgzz I totally have ADD because this one time blah blah blah," it kind of bothers me, because they have no idea what it's like. It also kind of bothers me when people compare ADD and ADHD like they're the same thing. They are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was like a three-in-one fact. Lucky reader, you; you're gettin' more than you bargained for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-6044077533273983434?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/6044077533273983434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-and-such.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6044077533273983434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/6044077533273983434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-and-such.html' title='Pictures and Such'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7wodCxGyPI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RAR27k7E7ks/s72-c/IMG_1153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-4244460070836483350</id><published>2010-04-05T23:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:47:50.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco Cosas</title><content type='html'>To my seven blog followers and supposed readers: Thank you. I would definitely still blog even if no one read this, but the fact that &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; do makes me smile :]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's blog will consist of five things you probably don't know about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;one .&lt;/b&gt; I'm Mormon &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; I'm a democrat. A rarity, let me tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;two .&lt;/b&gt; I don't know how to read music for guitar even though I've been playing on and off for the last six years. I mean, I know how to read your basic music notes and beats and such, but I just don't know how to take that and play it on something other than a piano, drum, or anything else with keys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;three .&lt;/b&gt; I don't own a copy of &lt;u&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone&lt;/u&gt;. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;four . &lt;/b&gt;I've marched with my high school's marching band in a parade at Disneyland and it was literally the shortest parade I've ever been in (and I've been in &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;). I played bass 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;five .&lt;/b&gt; I once wrote a 19 page paper on Thomas Jefferson for AP US History, and it was the shortest paper out of about 70 others. I still got an A-. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to do this at the end of every blog, except it'll be two things every time, not five. I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Glass Ceiling"&lt;/i&gt; by Metric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0480255/"&gt;The Losers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (2010). Go watch the trailer and tell me it doesn't look like it's going to be entertaining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7E_lBu7eEmA"&gt;I wrote a song and put it on youtube if you'd like to give it a listen&lt;/a&gt;. Let me know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-4244460070836483350?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/4244460070836483350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/cinco-cosas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4244460070836483350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/4244460070836483350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/cinco-cosas.html' title='Cinco Cosas'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-9025242033333031152</id><published>2010-04-05T03:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:19:15.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family and Failing To Sleep</title><content type='html'>I do believe that the majority of my blog posts for this upcoming week will have to be in the wee hours of the morning due to the fact that I'm always up at this time and happen to remember &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; at this time for some reason. Also, I'm going to be really busy until about 5:05 pm mountain standard time (or whatever it is) on Tuesday thanks to my horrible procrastinating of a fairly large paper due at 5:15 on Tuesday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spent the last hour and a half doing mi tarea de espanol (Spanish homework) and trying to kind of sort of study since I have a test in 6 hours for said class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plans for today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:30 am - voy a levantarme (wake up) entonces desayunar (eat breakfast).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:40 am - go to class and take my test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10:45 am - go home and read &lt;u&gt;Uglies&lt;/u&gt; for 2 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:00 pm - learn how to write a rationale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:20 pm - start writing a rationale, at least 3 pages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:00 pm - break for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:20 pm - continue rationale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:15 pm - read more &lt;u&gt;Uglies&lt;/u&gt;, at least one hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the gist of it anyway. My goal is to have at least 5 pages of the rationale done by the time I go to bed on Monday, then finish it after Spanish class on Tuesday. And I just have to finish &lt;u&gt;Uglies&lt;/u&gt; before I go to YA Lit at 5 on Tuesday. Ughh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three of my cousins are coming into town tomorrow with my aunt Megan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cool thing about my family is that all of the grandkids, myself and my cousins, have a pretty close relationship with each other that is more like brother/sister than cousin due to the fact that we all grew up in the same town (or tri-county area, anyway) and saw each other all the time. I went to school with Jenna and Tyler, who I really do consider to be more my sister and brother than my cousins, from grade 6 to 12, and us three have always been the closest thanks to that and because we're the closest in age out of the...I think...11 or 12 grandkids. I'm not sure how many there are, they keep on coming haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Liam, Ariana, and Karina are coming up tomorrow, and Eli is already here with his mom. It's just always nice to have family around, especially after having not seen them since December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go to bed now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"A Manner To Act" &lt;/i&gt;by Ra Ra Riot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Some Kind of Wonderful &lt;/i&gt;(1987). I got this DVD in my easter basket. I've always been a sucker for 80's movies, and my mom - I mean the Easter Bunny - knows it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-9025242033333031152?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/9025242033333031152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-and-failing-to-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9025242033333031152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/9025242033333031152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/family-and-failing-to-sleep.html' title='Family and Failing To Sleep'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8247363675723010450</id><published>2010-04-04T01:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:04:34.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sitDiary: Old School Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7hEwYGhWEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zr5SMHpqa9A/s1600/IMG_0960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7hEwYGhWEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zr5SMHpqa9A/s320/IMG_0960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456186546453567554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14 and a ridiculous high school freshman, I got a sitDiary account. All the cool kids were doing it. Seriously, everyone I thought was cool and I looked up to (unfortunately) at my school had a freaking sitDiary page. They were all the PR kids (that's punk rock, in case you missed that memo) and the friends of my cousin, Jenna, who I looked up to more than anyone, and probably more than I should have. I still look up to her nowadays, but it's completely different now that we're 5 years older and somewhat more mature. &lt;div&gt;But I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was pre-Underground Days (which I'll try and blog more about during this month since I continuously reference it), so I hadn't really done anything worth while in my life, but I thought I knew more than I did, so I wrote about it on my sitDiary. I wont lie, I wrote more than I should have, and it actually got me into trouble with the 'rents a time or two until I made it private so that only my close friends could take a gander at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I still have my sitDiary. I log on to it once and a while and check out my old posts from sophomore year and everything leading up to it, including the Underground Days and all of the adventures involved in that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is, I poured my heart and soul into this website. And I'm so glad that I did, because I can go back and read what I wrote about that one night involving a convenient store robbery and Parliament cigarettes, or why chai tea and orange chicken is so much more important than it truly seems to be. I'm glad I have legitimate record of my emotions from five years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been telling myself that I will write a book about my life during that time of '05 and '06, and I will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to sitDiary, my memories are actually in writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading some of the old posts on my sitDiary, I realized that I had a pretty crazy life at one point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm so glad that I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Could Be There For You"&lt;/i&gt; by Eisley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS- Did anyone else have a sitDiary? Or even know what it was? Or heard of it? Just curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8247363675723010450?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8247363675723010450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/sitdiary-old-school-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8247363675723010450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8247363675723010450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/sitdiary-old-school-blogging.html' title='sitDiary: Old School Blogging'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7hEwYGhWEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zr5SMHpqa9A/s72-c/IMG_0960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-244073270523241036</id><published>2010-04-03T13:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:52:08.595-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brief hiatus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALL CAPS'/><title type='text'>Brief Hiatus (kind of)</title><content type='html'>My brother just walked into my room with a hand/made paper hat tied to his head with a black shoelace. &lt;div&gt;Also, I just woke up 45 minutes ago at 1 pm. woot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Several of my friends went home to northern Utah this weekend, which is just as well because I don't need distractions. I need to write my rational for YA Lit. And I still have no idea how to do that. I also need to read &lt;u&gt;Uglies&lt;/u&gt; by Scott Westerfeld by Tuesday. So, I've decided to take a brief hiatus from the internet until Monday at some point, except for writing blogs, and the occasional tweet from my cell phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I decided to do this, the only thing on my mind was "oh gosh, I'm going to be missing a lot of crap on tumblr". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you say RIDICULOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha 'ridiculous' looks funny in all caps, in my opinion, like it's spelled wring or something. Maybe that's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of ALL CAPS, I got an email from DTFBA Records that my CD and shirt have been shipped. Yesssss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where I finish and get off of the internet until I blog again tomorrow. And, now that I think about it, I'm probably also going to use last.fm. But no social networks AT ALL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;Land of Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-244073270523241036?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/244073270523241036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/brief-hiatus-kind-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/244073270523241036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/244073270523241036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/brief-hiatus-kind-of.html' title='Brief Hiatus (kind of)'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-526348428892433413</id><published>2010-04-02T21:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:55:41.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here It Goes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7a6lw0S6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/13JOVpJE9h4/s1600/IMG_10972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7a6lw0S6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/13JOVpJE9h4/s200/IMG_10972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455753156528106274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures today.&lt;div&gt;I also went on a bike ride, which I'm going to try and do at least 3 days a week from here on out. I don't have enough physical activity in my life, so this is a good start to changing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sent out a dozen mix CDs today. Good times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've written two songs this week. Just regular (muggle) music. I like them a lot, I'll have to film one of the two and put it on the tubes. Also, I wrote and recorded a rap a little while back, so I should be making a video for it very soon. It should be exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of writing to do for my lit. class this weekend that I need to start on tomorrow. I'm doing a rational. I don't even know how to do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired and not writing a very good post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So therefore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Get Over It"&lt;/i&gt; by OK Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper&lt;/i&gt; (2009). MOST AWKWARD MOVIE EVER. But I got a few good laughs out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-526348428892433413?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/526348428892433413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-it-goes-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/526348428892433413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/526348428892433413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here It Goes Again'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7a6lw0S6yI/AAAAAAAAAE4/13JOVpJE9h4/s72-c/IMG_10972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-2225713286963289719</id><published>2010-04-01T22:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:33:42.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spin the Sky</title><content type='html'>I've been eager to begin Blog Every Day in April (BEDA) since I found out about it in November when I got a blogspot blog, but I nearly forgot about it until just now. Only just.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing as today is/was April Fool's Day, I was planning on creating several pranks for my brothers this morning before they got up for school, but I ended up falling asleep at a friends place while watching The Sandlot at 12:30 this morning and didn't actually leave their house until 8 when I woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;i&gt;last year&lt;/i&gt;, now that was a glorious April Fool's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I attended Weber State University up in northern Utah, and I didn't particularly like my roommates, so I spent the majority of my time at my friends Shelby, Jen, and Shannon's apartment down the hall from me. I was there literally all of the time besides when I slept in my own bed at night. Anyway, on the first of April last year, I decided to head over to their apartment when Shannon woke up, and her and I proceeded to stack stools in front of Shelby's room. As I was starting to tape the web of red yarn to the frame of her door, she opened it, screamed, closed the door, and had a ridiculously huge laughing fit on the other side of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7VxZIm3FsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TacAnFbolHs/s1600/n601332664_2002797_7939197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 96px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7VxZIm3FsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TacAnFbolHs/s200/n601332664_2002797_7939197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455391200250369730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was a little freaked out. But the look on her face when she opened that door...priceless. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited to blog daily for the next month. Not only will it keep everyone updated on my college transfer apps (yay!), but I've been slacking in the blogging department lately, so this should help me get back into the swing of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until tomorrow, later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Skeletons"&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/yeahyeahyeahs"&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV Show of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Parenthood&lt;/i&gt;. I'm really loving the cast of this show mostly, but overall it's just good in my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-2225713286963289719?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/2225713286963289719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/spin-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2225713286963289719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/2225713286963289719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/04/spin-sky.html' title='Spin the Sky'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S7VxZIm3FsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TacAnFbolHs/s72-c/n601332664_2002797_7939197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8566455121228333629</id><published>2010-03-28T01:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T03:42:41.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore and Bitter</title><content type='html'>I feel like I don't have anything to write about lately. &lt;div&gt;When I used to write, when I was a freshman and sophomore in high school, what I wrote was thoughtful (though not good), and I enjoyed writing it. Now I just feel like there's nothing much to take from my mind and type out onto here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I'll tell about my epic fail of a crash that I had this last Thursday. Not necessarily the events that unfolded, but how I felt when it all happened, what I feel when it happens almost every time. Unfortunately, I can recall the thoughts that go through my head at the exact moments when I injure myself more accurately now than I used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest: this crash off of my long board on Thursday was probably one of the most terrifying crashes I've ever had (I've had many on bikes, scooters, roller blades &amp;amp; skates, and even trikes, but that's an entirely different blog). I was going at quite a high speed out of control and literally thrown frontwards by the laws of physics onto extremely rough and gravely asphalt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually kind of amazed that I got off with the injuries that I did. I wasn't wearing my helmet (for some reason I thought I didn't need one. News flash to anyone that rides on something with wheels that isn't a car: You are NEVER too bad ass to wear a helmet) which I will be wearing again from this point on, but, luckily, nothing happened to the face or head region of my body. I am &lt;i&gt;extremely&lt;/i&gt; grateful for this, and I'm not sure how that happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also not sure how I didn't come out of this with any broken arms (I've had 7 so far in my life), considering how I threw my hands out in front of me to break my fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got some scrapes and bruises on several surfaces of my skin (through my jeans and sweatshirt), what my mom thinks might be some bruised ribs (she's been a nurse for 15 years, these aren't simply just motherly instincts or something, though that would be fine for me too), and a very sore body overall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel blessed, to put it bluntly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as I realized I was being thrown face first into the dark grayish ground, I literally thought "Oh shit", though I didn't say anything legible out loud. But I seriously remember those exact words flashing through my head. I remember sticking my hands out in front of me, entirely out of instinct. Once I hit, I slid several feet, according to my brother. He also mentioned that I looked like I was going fast enough to fly if only I had been flapping my arms fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time it happens I just feel scared. My life doesn't flash before my eyes or anything, but I feel scared for that tiny little moment in time. Then once it's over I just feel shock for a while, with the trace of fear still lingering, then once that's over I just have to wait until I'm whole again and healed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just an injury, and it was just an accident, but it's grown to be more for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again I could be thinking way to much about the fact that I'm just super clumsy and break too many bones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Sleepyhead"&lt;/i&gt; by Passion Pit. Kind of a weird song, but catchy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8566455121228333629?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8566455121228333629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/sore-and-bitter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8566455121228333629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8566455121228333629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/sore-and-bitter.html' title='Sore and Bitter'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-808756497468349713</id><published>2010-03-25T12:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:27:29.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, The Future's Sold Out</title><content type='html'>Gosh, I've been kind of laggin' with the blog post lately, huh. Sorry to those of you who read it, I've just been trying to actually do things in my life instead of..well, not doing things.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that has been on my mind a lot lately is the whole idea of the 3D television. I don't like it. I mean sure, to be able to watch a good 3D movie at home is exciting, but 3D channels? I don't like thinking about the fact that technology might be moving forward way too fast, to the point where each middle-class American household could possibly have some tricked out HD 3D TV in their living room in the next 10 to 15 years. What's wrong with what we've got? I'm still down with VHS, personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so that last bit may have been a little sarcastic, but seriously. My family still owns every major Disney classic animated film on tape, and now even switching to DVD is getting old because of Blu-ray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are spoiled. That's all I'm saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are given so many great worldly things to choose from that I think we as a society forget that we once lived without the leisures of Wii on the widescreen. It's not news that we're getting a bit lazy. I mean, come on, the majority of kids in this country would much rather stay inside and play Left For Dead 2 while talking to each other over headphones than go out into the real world and riding bikes. Same with my generation, where teenagers and college students spend their days communicating through twitter and facebook, and blogging on tumblr in the hopes of becoming hipster. I just feel as though most of us have lost sight of so much within such a short period of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that was my vent for the day I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get reading &lt;u&gt;Story of a Girl&lt;/u&gt; and finish it so that I can start on &lt;u&gt;The First Part Last&lt;/u&gt; for my YA Lit class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, we got into groups to read books that complement classic works. Our group's complement is &lt;u&gt;Scarlet Letter&lt;/u&gt; (blehh), which I only chose because &lt;u&gt;Grapes of Wrath&lt;/u&gt; was already full, I've never read &lt;u&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/u&gt;, and I didn't really feel like reading anything about censorship (which I have to write a paper on this week for this class anyway) to go along with &lt;u&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/u&gt;. So there we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm making a rainbow cake right now. I need to go make frosting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?ny4kzjzottw"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La la la&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; by The Bird and the Bee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Driving Lessons&lt;/i&gt; (2006). I rented it but haven't watched it yet. I hope it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-808756497468349713?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/808756497468349713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-futures-sold-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/808756497468349713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/808756497468349713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-futures-sold-out.html' title='Goodbye, The Future&apos;s Sold Out'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8443618475133348457</id><published>2010-03-22T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:10:18.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lied To Me Too</title><content type='html'>My mom got the phone that I wanted 5 months ago but she wouldn't freaking allow me to get. &lt;div&gt;I'm not bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a candle yesterday for my room. I used to light candles all the time, but it may have just been a phase that passed. Same with incense, though that was a longer, angsty-teen, I'm-cool-because-I-light-incense phase. But I do enjoy a good patuli or nag champa scent in my room. Or sandelwood and rose. mmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a carrot cake from scratch a few days ago and it was absolutely amazing. I think I'm going to have to make another one soon because it's almost gone due to having family over during the course of the weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a paper to write that's due tomorrow night. I need to find an article to write about. Then I have to write a censorship rationale for next week at some point. I also need to figure out how to write a rationale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Everyone"&lt;/i&gt; by Uh Huh Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;An Education &lt;/i&gt;(2009). This is in a cheap theatre on the other side of town right now. I think I'm going to go see it today at some point. I haven't seen a movie in theatres for weeks. Weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, in case you haven't figured it out, the titles for my blogs are alway just lines from whatever song I'm listening to when I finish and title each post, not necessarily the same song that is the song of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-8443618475133348457?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8443618475133348457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-lied-to-me-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8443618475133348457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8443618475133348457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-lied-to-me-too.html' title='I Lied To Me Too'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-8749129277856147074</id><published>2010-03-19T15:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:11:29.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombs Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S6P1NWdpR4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/M2U8rRM1Hf4/s1600-h/003810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S6P1NWdpR4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/M2U8rRM1Hf4/s200/003810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450469583765456770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I got a letter from Tyler today. Half Spanish, half English. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I told my parents that if I didn't have to worry about paying off student loans once I stopped, that I would easily drop out of school and move to England. My step dad said he'd pay for my plane ticket if I actually did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;It's a last resort strategy, but I won't forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I'm having to read a horror book right now for YA Lit. So my partner and I chose a book with a scary looking cover about a kid that hunts witches or something. We don't even know, we just liked the idea of the large print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I have a new sketchbook, but I don't know what to do with it. I mean, obviously I'll draw in it, but it's like getting a new journal: you don't want to ruin the newness of it, you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I hate looking for a job. The whole process just kind of sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I didn't really have anything in particular to write about today, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;later days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Gaia Bleeds (Make Way For Man)" &lt;/i&gt;by Set Your Goals. I'm in a hardcore/screamo mood today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7400813403293285818-8749129277856147074?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/8749129277856147074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/bombs-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8749129277856147074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/8749129277856147074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/bombs-away.html' title='Bombs Away'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S6P1NWdpR4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/M2U8rRM1Hf4/s72-c/003810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7694894180616839817</id><published>2010-03-16T05:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T05:43:01.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things to look forward to this week:&lt;div&gt;-Spanish Test (I know, I'm weird, but I really do love that language. And tests for me in that class are super easy, which is a real self-esteem booster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Family visiting on Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-finishing the second season of True Blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-work on Thursday (best part of my week! I love teaching the 4 kids that are in my class, they are so awesome)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-getting back to ceramics (I haven't thrown anything for 3 weeks. And I've already pre-ordered two 25 lb. bags of clay, so I need to get on it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-making pancakes for breakfast in about 5 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need a good night's sleep though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have a pretty big article assessment thing due for my YA Lit class next week that I need to get started on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And college apps that I haven't started yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idea of them scares the crap out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmk, I'm off to make breakfast for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7694894180616839817?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7694894180616839817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-to-look-forward-to-this-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7694894180616839817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7694894180616839817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-to-look-forward-to-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7339444507030875789</id><published>2010-03-13T15:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T15:52:26.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing and Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.guim.co.uk/Guardian/media/gallery/2009/jan/07/channel4-television/Freddie-4203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 630px; height: 390px;" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/Guardian/media/gallery/2009/jan/07/channel4-television/Freddie-4203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skins. My new favorite thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Until I watched episode 7 yesterday, now I'm just upset and a little confused. I'm also bummed about another generation of the show, therefore change of cast. I really liked these last two seasons and everyone in them. But oh well. I'll get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spring break went by fast. It was uneventful and full of, well...sleep, movies, and tumblr. I can't yet decide whether or not I'm regretting this past week. Probably not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My aunt, Heather (of whom I'm named after, middle name wise), and my cousin, Caleb (the "actor" of the family. I'm not sure why that's in quotations, he really has been in a lot of commercials and played a younger version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601376/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that one guy from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; in some Paris Hilton movie. He was also the young Jason in the director's cut version of the last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; movie. But I digress), are coming up to St. George from Burbank this next Thursday or Friday for the weekend, along with my other aunt, Nicole, and my newest cousin, Bella. And by newest cousin, I mean newest first cousin, since my cousin Kirstin just had a baby boy, Trevor, not too long ago. I'm not sure what he's technically called, but I call him my cousin too, just to keep it simple, considering how many people are in my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I feel like this is going to get even more boring than it already is if I don't stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Later days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://s0.ilike.com/play#Anarbor:The+Brightest+Green:100145315:s27078121.8998262.11124262.0.2.63%2Cstd_9f45ab5f9d3942ffa99bc17660cb6de7"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Brightest Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; by Anarbor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Runaways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; (2010). Comes out next week in the US, but limited. Which means I'll get to see it when it comes out everywhere in April. I've been extremely excited to see this film for some time now, and it's gotten pretty good reviews so far. And apparently Kristen Stewart does all her own singing in it, which is cool, because she's not bad at the whole rock 'n roll girl band thing as far as I can tell after seeing a couple clips of the movie. Anyway, it looks good, and I look forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7339444507030875789?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7339444507030875789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7339444507030875789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7339444507030875789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-and-everything.html' title='Nothing and Everything'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-3976839229637028042</id><published>2010-03-11T18:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:54:30.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There You Go With Hope Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S5maV-Xpc-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/77IfS4lq2yQ/s1600-h/elderw0001_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S5maV-Xpc-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/77IfS4lq2yQ/s200/elderw0001_edited-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447554926591439842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I've put this picture of Tyler up before, but I've been missing him a lot lately :/&lt;div&gt;So deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've become addicted to tumblr. &lt;div&gt;Not really, but I'm on it more than anything else lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The migraine I woke up with this morning is gradually working its way out of my head now, though I can feel a migraine hangover coming on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenna (Tyler's older sister, and basically my sister) is graduating from Ventura College in May, so I'll be heading down to California the end of that month for that. VC is just a junior college, but Jenna has been going there for like, 4 years now haha, so it's a pretty awesome thing for her to be graduating considering her past struggles with the educational system. I'm very proud of her. I hope she continues to reach for her full potential as a student in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for my current battles with education, I'm still a little bit weary as to what will be happening to me in terms of college for this coming Fall. I won't know anything for sure until I get either an acceptance or denial letter from the two schools I'm applying to in June at some point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to link to &lt;a href="http://owlssayhooot.blogspot.com/2010/03/internet-nostalgia.html"&gt;Kayley's blog&lt;/a&gt; here, because I really liked what she had to say in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've recently realized that I'm not writing for anyone in particular except for me, and I should always remember that. If you want to read what I write, then I thank you very much, from the bottom of my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same with watching my videos. The fact that I only have 16 subscribers isn't going to stop me from making vlogs and videos and singin' silly songs that will only be viewed 35 times. The only thing that matters is that I enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three cheers for optimism! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I'm looking forward to in the near future:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Fantastic Mr. Fox coming out on video next Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Getting my ALL CAPS stuff after the 28th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Getting my John Green "pizza" shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-making some bad ass pottery next week, including, but not limited to: tea pots, bowl sets, plate sets, cookie jars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Around Your Neck"&lt;/i&gt; by Annuals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;City of Ember&lt;/i&gt; (2008). I rented this last night for my brothers and I to watch because Mikie had just read the book and wanted to see the film. He said the movie was okay but the book was way better. I own the book, I've just yet to read it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-3976839229637028042?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/3976839229637028042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-you-go-with-hope-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3976839229637028042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/3976839229637028042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-you-go-with-hope-again.html' title='There You Go With Hope Again'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1N4Z95NE7Zc/S5maV-Xpc-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/77IfS4lq2yQ/s72-c/elderw0001_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-7081229431578518535</id><published>2010-03-10T00:25:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:38:03.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Should Become More Adventurous</title><content type='html'>I don't go on the computer as much as I generally used to. &lt;div&gt;This is a good thing, definitely. Maybe my excess internet use has been a phase that's starting to wear down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have anything to write. Basically, life this week will consist of reading a boring young adult romance novel and finding some scholarly articles for my literature class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And starting two college applications. Ugh. I hate college applications. One is due May 1st, another is due June 1st, but I'm getting a head start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I still lived in California. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;"A Brother's Lament" &lt;/i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/letslumos"&gt;Let's Lumos!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Stardust &lt;/i&gt;(2007). Such a great underrated movie. I need to read the book, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-7081229431578518535?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/7081229431578518535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-should-become-more-adventurous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7081229431578518535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/7081229431578518535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-should-become-more-adventurous.html' title='We Should Become More Adventurous'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-1504068984595989367</id><published>2010-03-06T01:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T01:20:47.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemicals and Me Are Going Places</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I become extremely stressed when I'm asleep. Weird, I know, but it's totally true. Whenever I have something on my mind, not necessarily worrying me a lot, but maybe just barely, it tends to grow in importance in my mind while I'm asleep and I dream about it. &lt;div&gt;Like crazy dreams that completely magnify the simplicity of unfinished homework assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has happened to me more than once, but I noticed it fully for the first time this morning when I felt really unsettled about my drawings for school when I felt fine about them when I went to bed last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought this was weird. So I blogged about it, naturally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"Sleepyhead"&lt;/i&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thereasonrock"&gt;The Reason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band of the Day: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thelike"&gt;The Like&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Show of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Skins&lt;/i&gt;. 'nuff said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-1504068984595989367?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/1504068984595989367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-chemicals-and-me-are-going-places.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1504068984595989367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/1504068984595989367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-chemicals-and-me-are-going-places.html' title='My Chemicals and Me Are Going Places'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7400813403293285818.post-624580973515527376</id><published>2010-03-02T21:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:55:25.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything That You Hoped To Say</title><content type='html'>A new month. March. Six months until my birthday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent about an hour talking on the phone with Alex today. It was nice, he said we should do it more often. Especially since he's going to Afghanistan in six or so weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like talking on the phone with very many people. Mainly just Alex, Jenna, and Erin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Tyler. But I can't talk to Tyler on the phone, just letters these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished reading &lt;u&gt;Whale Talk&lt;/u&gt; by Chris Crutcher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Described in one word? Shocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But good, don't get me wrong. I don't think anyone under 14 should read it though. I'll let you know more of what I thought of it on my &lt;a href="http://www.loslibrosdekayshay.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. It should be up at some point later tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just checked out Al Capone Does My Shirts from the Dixie State library, so I'll be reading that, plus another book, though I'm not sure which one yet, for this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My choices are between &lt;u&gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma&lt;/u&gt; (the third book of the series) by Trenton Lee Stewart, &lt;u&gt;The City of Ember&lt;/u&gt; by Jeanne DuPrau, or &lt;u&gt;Boy Meets Boy&lt;/u&gt; by David Levithan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think? Choose one for me and let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much else happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though I did sleep through my Spanish test on Thursday. But my professor is awesome and let me make it up later that day without consequence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?wzx12muzdt5"&gt;Sweet and Low&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; by Augustana. I was supposed to see them when I saw the Hush Sound in 2008, but the lead singer had just gotten in a car accident so they didn't play :/ But the Hush Sound and One Republic were amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Film of the Day:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Lymelife&lt;/i&gt; (2008). A good movie with a great cast. Though a little bit depressing, it's worth the watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7400813403293285818-624580973515527376?l=kesharab.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/feeds/624580973515527376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-that-you-hoped-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/624580973515527376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7400813403293285818/posts/default/624580973515527376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kesharab.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-that-you-hoped-to-say.html' title='Everything That You Hoped To Say'/><author><name>Keshara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03135939732578470915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hA99YBpURUY/TsQcavueSJI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fcrEOFYo29E/s220/IMG_0829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
